Chapter Twenty-Nine
H is impossibly hard, warm body cocooning me, I sucked in a breath full of anxiety, fear, and unspeakably disgraceful relief. But I needed more. I need more of what I felt pressing into my lower back.
My hand landed on his, and I pleaded. “ Wait .”
Every muscle in his body stiffened. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
I knew exactly what I was asking.
I wanted to feel the very breath going in and out of my lungs. I wanted my soul not to weep. I wanted my eyes not to see. I wanted my body to feel the very essence of what life should be about. I wanted to feel warmth, deep in my veins, and I wanted to feel him.
I wanted to feel him inside me.
Warm water running down my naked body, his breath on my shoulder, my hands trembling, I turned.
But I didn’t look at him.
Not at his eyes.
I couldn’t.
I ran my hands over the muscles he worked on every day. My fingers tracing the ridges and valleys of every defined inch of his abs, I touched him.
I touched him how I wanted him to touch me.
And for two whole heartbeats, he let me before he grasped my wrist in a punishing grip and yanked my hand off his body. “ Genevieve .”
Expecting his stark blue gaze, I looked up.
Except there was nothing stark about the fierceness in his eyes.
My lips parted on a half gasp, half moan as awareness shot up my arm from his grip and traveled over every needy inch of my heated flesh.
My wet hair soaking my back, water running down my chest and over my achingly hard nipples, my feet standing in a puddle of another man’s death, my mouth suddenly went dry.
I licked my lips.
His nostrils flared. “Ask.”
“Please,” I begged.
Grabbing my other hand, shoving me against the fenced wall of the shower enclosure, he threw my arms above my head and took both wrists in one hand. “Say it,” he growled, low and demanding, as he cupped me between my legs.
My entire body shuddered, and he dragged his fingers through my heat.
My head fell back, my eyes closed and I groaned.
As abruptly and as dominantly as he’d cupped me, his hand left my core and he grasped my jaw. “Eyes on me,” he barked, tilting my head back up.
Oh God , I wanted him. Spreading my legs, I gripped the top of the fence. “More.”
“ Say it .”
“Take me.” I thrust my hips toward him. “Fuck me, own me, make me feel good.” Please, please, please .
His chest heaving, his glare ruthless, he let go of my face and unbuckled his pants. “Birth control?” he ground out, freeing himself.
Oh God, no, no, no . I wasn’t on anything, but I needed him. I needed him right now more than I needed to breathe. “It doesn’t matter,” I stupidly, foolishly blurted.
Grasping the back of my thigh, his jaw ticked as he lifted my leg around his waist. “It matters,” he bit out, fisting himself.
My heart pounded, my core pulsed, and my nails dug into the fence as I lifted my other leg around his waist. “Sawyer,” I begged.
He dragged his hard length through my desperate need and pressed against my clit.
“Oh God.”
“ It fucking matters .” He thrust into me.
My mouth opened with a silent cry of shock at the sheer size of him as pain ripped through my core.
A guttural growl, low and dominant, tore from his chest as he pulled out and slammed back into me.
“Is that what you wanted?” he bit out.
Tears welled. I nodded.
“Say it,” he demanded, bringing his lips within a breath of mine. “ Say it .”
“Fuck me,” I whispered as the last of my dignity slid down my face.
Roaring, he pulled out, then shoved into me harder. My back slammed against the fence, and his thumb went to my clit, mercilessly grinding in a circle.
Desire exploded and my tight, unused muscles released, opening my body for him.
Grunting, he ground one more tight circle. Then he started to fuck me in earnest.
Pounding into me fast and slow, thrusting as deep as he could go, grinding his hips—I’d never been fucked like this. Pain morphed into pleasure and stole not only my breath but every thought except of him and his next thrust.
“More,” I cried, words bleeding out of my mouth. “More, oh God, more .”
Holding my arms above my head, circling my clit, staring me down, he gave me more.
He fucked me, and he gave me more.
“ Oh, God .” My body started to shake for an entirely different reason. “I’m going to come.”
His eyes locked on mine, his chest heaving, his jaw locked, he increased his speed.
Then he did the last thing I was expecting.
He pinched my clit.
Hard.
My release burst from every nerve ending in my entire body, mocking every single sexual experience, every expectation, and every orgasm I’d ever had in my entire life. My eyes closed, my head fell back, and my arms burned as his huge, giant cock slammed into me and ground the same circle as his merciless torment of my clit.
My core pulsing so forcefully it was painful, my muscles squeezed around his hard length, a length that already barely fit inside me. The sensation of his body being too big and mine being too small only made my orgasm that much more intense.
As the last wave of intensity trailed away, he pulled out halfway and shifted his hips, tilting up.
A new sensation, not entirely pleasurable, made my womb contract, and my eyes flew open in alarm as something deep inside me woke up.
Fierce blue eyes, darkened with intent, met my alarmed confusion.
“What are you doing?” I panted.
With his voice sex-rough and demanding, he issued an order. “Arms around my neck.”
I didn’t question him. I didn’t even hesitate. Releasing my cramped hands, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He grasped the backs of my thighs, pulled out halfway, then slammed home.
The spot deep inside me that he’d merely brushed past before, he drove against hard. Then, angling my thighs wide, watching me intently, he slowly pulled back only to drive into me again.
His cock slammed into me at an angle I’d never felt before, and he stole my breath. A cry of fear crawled up my throat, but before it escaped my lips, he drove into me again and the cry turned into a groan.
Watching me, he did it again.
And again.
I never saw the second orgasm coming.
Stars exploded across the night sky as I fell apart into a million pieces of submission.
Moaning, crying, begging for mercy, I came.
And I fell.
I fell so hard, I didn’t notice his lips never touched mine.
His forehead hit the fence next to me, his hard length left my body, and he let go of one of my legs to grip himself. Pulse after hot pulse of his orgasm spread over the curls between my legs as he held his cock against me and released.