33. Evelyn
“Ride you?”
Maybe it was the orgasm he’d given me, but that didn’t make any sense. Like… get on his back and ride him like a pony? That seemed childish.
His large hand found my hips, and he nudged me, guiding me onto my knees.
“Swing your leg over me again, but face me this time,” he said, and I listened. My sex pressed against his lower abs, and my chest heaved as I struggled for air. “Now, when you’re ready, move down my body. Perfect. Lift yourself up. Up. You’re such a good girl, you take directions so well.”
My heart fluttered at his praise, my confidence growing. I looked down, seeing his shaft bobbing beneath me. It brushed against my sensitive lips, and I shivered at how delightful it felt.
“You will have full control. You decide how deep you want to take me, how fast.”
My nose crinkled, brows furrowed. I didn’t want to be in control of those things. That was what men did. They took what they wanted, what they needed. It didn’t matter what women preferred.
I was about to tell him that, but he smiled, and stole my breath away.
“Indulge me, Lyn. I want you to decide for yourself if you like it. Not whatever bullshit that you grew up with.”
He read my mind with such ease that I softened, my protests set aside.
“Okay. If that’s what you want,” I said before biting down on my lower lip. “Help me?”
“Forever.” His hands were on both of my hips, then one dropped between us, holding his shaft vertical, until it grazed against my opening. I shuddered, desire painting gooseflesh up my arms, my nipples aching as I bit my lower lip.
I’d seen sex before. Experienced it. But never like this. Never something so indulgent, so delicious.
Our eyes met, and I noted that his ivory skin was flushed to a sweet peach. Saliva and my wetness glossed his lower lip, and I was tempted to kiss it, but then I felt the top of his cock touch me again, and my eyes rolled heaven bound.
I was already a harlot, a sinner. But if I were to be cast out as a Jezebel, then I was going to enjoy the ride to hell atop my lover.
Except… it wasn’t a sin anymore.
I was doing what a wife was supposed to do.
My spine tingled with the freedom of that awareness.
The fact that I was on the pill now and wouldn’t be used just to give him children relaxed me further.
When I felt him against me the third time, I tried to push myself down on him, but I was overeager. It slipped away, and he grabbed it more firmly.
“Go slow at first.”
I followed his words until I felt pressure build against my opening. He was huge, and though I knew he’d fit before, I was worried as I stared at where our bodies met. I whined, nerves building in me, and he stroked my thigh.
“Look how wet you are,” he growled, his handsome face cracking with a devilish grin. “You’re soaking me. I bet you can take me up to here, can’t you?”
He stroked the tip of his finger just below the helm of his cock, and I let my thighs compress, bringing me down on him. There was pressure at my opening, and he held himself steady as I took his head inside me.
I smiled with pride, and he smiled back, though his eyelids were fluttering, and there was tension in his jaw.
“You look so good on my cock,” he breathed out, his thumb stroking my thigh, his other hand lazily pumping his shaft. “Do you want to stay on my tip?”
Ever since that night, I’d been haunted by the desire to be consumed by him. To feel him smothering me, filling me. There was so much of him to take, but I wanted to see how much I could.
“No. I need… more.”
It took more grit to fall another inch on his shaft, and our breathing was both hitched, until he was half inside me and he could let himself go. Every beat of his heart pulsed inside me. I’d never felt close to someone before, and the emotions overwhelmed me in the best possible way.
Concern lanced him, his thumb wiping a stray tear away, and I turned my head to kiss it. That was enough to reassure him.
“Now what?”
“Now you can move up and down,” he said, hands guiding me in the motion.
I nearly doubled over with how good it felt, especially after my orgasm.
My insides were sensitive, and as I became more confident in my motions, I started to explore the sensations he gave me, and learned that little shifts could make a big difference to how it felt.
When I leaned back, his crown found that part inside me he’d been stroking, and I almost couldn’t stand how intense it was.
It was easier when I leaned forward, but then I rose too high, and he slipped out, his wet shaft slapping my ass.
I giggled, and he held himself in place as I wriggled onto him, keeping only his head inside.
“How does that feel?” I asked, curious.
His full lips were parted, his sharp eyes having gone softer tonight. Instead of a dagger, they gleamed like a diamond.
“I’ve never felt something as perfect as you,” he crooned.
I slipped down lower on him, enjoying his moan.
It was strange to have all that power over another person, and the sensation was heady.
I challenged myself, and the next time I sank down, I took him deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until he was pressed so far inside me that he met resistance.
Still, a third of him was external to me, and I frowned.
“Were you all in me that night?”
Pain flickered in the shadow of his lips, and I leaned forward, kissing it away. My hips wriggled, swaying back and forth, my wet body resisting his hard form.
“I want all of you in me. Can you make that happen?”
A rumble began in his lungs, growing louder as it travelled his throat, past his lips.
I’d unleashed something in him, and my heart raced with anticipation as his arm wrapped around my back.
In one smooth motion, I was flipped over.
The blankets gathered beneath me, and his arm flexed as he loomed over me.
“If you put your legs on my shoulders,” he said, and I followed his guidance. He started pumping into me, slowly at first. Not as deep as I’d taken him. My knees bent, my heels pressed to his ribs. My ass was lifted off the bed, contorting into him.
His arms were around me, his forehead pressing to mine, and then his thrusts grew longer. Found that resistance. Battered against me. His body was long and lean, curling all around me, and despite the pain, it felt safe. I clung to him, a breath shared between us.
“Look… look how good you take me. You’re gonna make me come so hard for you, Lyn,” he panted out.
Weeks of tension melted away as we reclaimed what was rightfully ours.
A first time, on our own terms.
The ache inside me bloomed into a brilliant kaleidoscope of pleasure, and my nails dug into his back.
“Don’t stop! Hard! Ah!” I screamed, another orgasm overtaking me, and at the same time, he buckled atop me, sucking in a breath. My mouth crashed against his as he came, and he moaned into me as he brought me along with his powerful thrusts.
It was heavenly bliss, and though it was probably only a minute, it stretched out longer, pleasure extending between us. When finally he stilled and began to pull back, I held onto him, keeping him in place.
“Can we stay like this? With you inside me? I don’t want it to be over…”
“Your legs aren’t cramping?”
“A little,” I confessed, and he kissed my lips before rearranging our contorted limbs. We were on our sides, my back to his chest, his manhood still inside of me as we rested into the pillows. His leg swung over my thighs, pulling me back into him.
“Comfortable?”
“I’m perfect,” I said with a sigh, threading my fingers into his. Every so often, his shaft would pulse, and it thrilled me. His heartbeat, inside me. I wriggled, feeling his skin warm as it pressed against mine, that chill chased away by my heat.
The thought made me smile, and I played with his wedding ring.
He laid a kiss on my bare shoulder. He was in no hurry to pull from me now, knowing I liked it. His posture had eased, and I hoped we’d chased away the last ghosts of guilt from his soul.
A peace visited us, a gentleness both of us had been denied in our youth.
We were man and wife now. Partners in crime. It was the start of something special, but our future wasn’t in Arkham.
Laszlo’s plan would take time for everything to be in place, and until then, we would be stuck in a holding position, just waiting for our chance. He’d spent decades working towards that, and I would have to learn patience as well.
And until that opportunity presented itself, we could only dream of the days beyond revenge.