Chapter 32 #2
I cup his face and pull him into a sensuous kiss.
Our lips wrap around each other perfectly, moving in sync, parallel to his thrusts.
Little tremors of pleasure make me spasm around his cock.
He groans against me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth and tangling it with mine.
I whimper. He groans. Heat cracks through my belly and up my spine, blinding and brutal.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip, stinging my delicate skin until copper fills my mouth.
“You’re mine.”
His arms come under my thighs and ass, lifting me up and down his impossibly hard cock. The pressure is maddening. The way his piercings flick with each friction drives us both crazy.
Mona tightens around Reeve’s neck, and his greedy thrusts turn frantic.
He grips my throat like a collar, and the cool metal of his rings feels pleasant against my heated skin.
“Take a deep breath,” he orders, and waits until I do what he asks.
His hand tightens, applying more pressure, until my eyes roll in place as all the sensations clash together, swirling in the base of my belly with every fast stroke of his cock.
Knots pull tightly in my core. Tingles spread through my body like fireworks. Soft, creamy light flashes behind my eyelids as I squeeze them tight, and my walls start to convulse around his throbbing cock.
“Look at me when you come,” Reeve commands.
I open my lids, and his intense blue eyes send me into oblivion. I climax, dragging my nails down his back. His name echoes through my shaky breath. His warm release blends with mine. The high causes me to spasm uncontrollably for long moments.
I can’t stop.
I squeeze him tightly.
I want more.
He thrusts into me in response, eyes locked on mine in a trance of desire.
“Fuck, Winona. I can’t fucking stop.”
“I want more,” I cry out.
Without warning, he pulls out of me, and the absence of him makes my emotions run high. He places me on the ground, spreading my wobbly knees apart, pressing my forearms against the grass, and telling me to rest my head on them. My ass is up in the air as I arch my back for him.
“Relax for me.”
Retreating, he walks to the tree where he built his trap and returns with his thigh bag and mask. He kicks off his boots and disrobes his pants and briefs completely.
His cock presses against his thigh, thickening once more. I watch eagerly as it curves upward, erecting for me.
Crouching down, he kneels beside me. His gaze is wicked and playful, far too seductive that a pool of need bubbles in my core.
His face inches closer to my body. Hot breath brushes my skin.
He trails sloppy, wet kisses down my back.
One by one, they feel magical, like a spell he casts only on me.
Then he showers my ass cheeks with more kisses and nips.
I whimper against the tiny marks, loving them all.
Once he’s satisfied, he takes the mask and puts it on.
The pure admiration flickers in his loving eyes, a token of reassurance I will cherish for the rest of my days.
He untangles Mona from around his neck and drapes her around mine. She hisses—her dry skin no longer paralyzes me. I feel his hips flush against my ass.
As a gust of wind swooshes between the trees, a resonant smack lands on my ass.
I spasm and whimper as the second slap smacks against my other cheek.
The butt plug moves deliciously. The sting blooms, reddening as more follow.
My thighs tremble, but my center is aching for him.
My walls clench around nothing, squeezing as I imagine his fingers pushing deep inside me.
Sifting through his thigh bag, he pulls out a small bottle of lube.
His fingers dig around my ass, making their way to my hole. Reeve pulls the flat edge of the butt plug gently, draining half of the bottle before two of his fingers slip inside to replace it. Rubbing in delicious patterns that make me push against him.
My toes curl as the sensation runs through me.
His hand holds my hip while the other slips out of me to guide his cock inside. He enters me slowly. Not with a hard or forceful thrust. He takes his time, letting me accommodate him, allowing me the breath I desperately need.
Inch after intoxicating inch, he buries himself deep inside me. A guttural growl escapes him as he withdraws.
His hand curves around my belly, moving downward to rub against my clit in extraordinary patterns that double my arousal and make me moan in ecstasy.
He bucks his hips, the slow strokes of his cock conquering something far within me even I can’t reach. A secret door to another world only he can unlock. I don’t feel trapped behind bars that my mind created anymore. They are lifted with each pant, moan, and thrust.
Mona constricts my airways, and my lungs demand a full inhale before she loosens her body.
“More, please, harder.” An airy demand escapes me.
“Harder,” he echoes.
He fists my hair, giving it a good tug. I whimper as his hips smack against my ass forcefully. Rapidly. Chasing our climax like an animal.
“Harder,” I scream. My insides burn. My sight is blurry. The forest quiets, but my heart beats like thunder in my ears. My clit pulses, grinding against his hand the more he presses it.
“Fuck, I need to come,” Reeve growls.
Mona fastens herself around my neck, knowing the orgasm is building inside me and is about to snap.
With a few more thrusts, my walls convulse, and I detonate. Riding the waves of pleasure, Reeve releases his load inside me, decorating my walls with his hot jets of cum.
“Fuck, why do you feel so good?”
Mona crawls down my arm and rests on the ground beside me.
As the high subsides and I come down from this out-of-body experience, a tear slips down my cheek, and a sob bursts from within my chest.
“Are you okay, Baby? Was it too much?” he asks, pulling me into his warm embrace, tucking my head into his chest, and gently brushing my hair to soothe me.
“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You have completely set me free from everything.”
It’s true.
I feel like myself.
He sees me drowning in pain, overwhelmed by endless thoughts, dissociating from the world, and he’s reaching out.
He doesn’t shut me down or make excuses.
He doesn’t leave me to deal with it alone.
He lets himself sink for me. With me. So we can both find the breath we’ve been holding for too long and exhale it together.
He was always like that.
An unmoving force that welcomed the storm in me.
Knuckles under my chin, he nudges me to look up into his eyes.
They hold intensity and love only he can master.
“If you cry, I’ll wipe your tears. If someone threatens you, I’ll snuff them out.
If you bleed, I’ll stitch you up. If you lose that smile, I’ll put it right back.
I’ll do anything for you, Winona. I’ll take your fear and set you free from it. ”
His voice slithers into my bones, leaving a lasting mark.
“We don’t need to go to the prison.” I need to say that. Establish that we can spend what’s left of the contract and return home together. “We can spend our time together until the end of the year and then go back home. Or anywhere we want to.”
Now, his eyes look torn, and the pang in my chest feels brutal.
“I want to show you something.” His voice drops, but stays sharp as the energy around us shifts.
More tears blur my vision.
I don’t say the words, but my eyes beg him. Please don’t leave me again.