Chapter 13 #2
A woman who knew what she wanted was deeply erotic.
Willing to get what she wanted. I couldn’t tear my gaze away.
Her icy blue eyes locked onto mine, and I could see everything.
That she was shy and nervous to do this in front of me, but her desire for power and control was greater.
Her craving was greater. It almost collapsed me to my knees watching it, the most intimate act she could show me.
I murmured encouragement, making sure to soften the hard edge of the words so her American ears would know I was anything but angry. Words of power, of strength. I told her that she owned me, had rule over me, and everything I had was hers.
When her breath quickened, I undid my pants and jammed a hand inside because I was too desperate and aching not to. I curled my fingers around my cock and stroked, and she watched the movement as if hypnotized.
She parted her lips but was perfectly silent as a tremble overtook her whole body . . .
And just like that, it stopped.
Like she was finished.
She straightened and pushed her skirt down, ripping her gaze away as if she felt guilt or shame.
“No,” I said. “No.” I put my hands on her, wanting them everywhere. On her breasts. On her legs. Inside her again. “Was that supposed to be an orgasm?”
I silenced her protest with a kiss, one I hoped was convincing.
The need for her was crushing, overwhelming, and it intensified when she shifted the angle of her head.
She did it so she could deliver a kiss more powerful than anything she’d given me before, and while I was hard everywhere else, my knees went soft.
Her fingers raced at the buttons of my dress shirt, threw it open, and pushed it down my shoulders, freeing me.
If I was going to be shirtless, she should be too.
I grabbed the hem of her top and yanked it up over her head, making her blonde hair splash around her shoulders.
Her perfect breasts were trapped in her black bra, begging for my touch, and our hands met fumbling at her bra clasp.
Warm, soft skin pressed against my chest. Her breasts were amazing and tasted even better.
She whimpered with pleasure when I flicked my tongue over a nipple and watched it peak to my command.
The zipper of her skirt was easy enough, and it fell to her ankles, leaving her naked except for the sinful red shoes.
“Kara.” My mouth was on her neck, avoiding the place where the knife had drawn blood the night before. “You know what I want.”
Her lips trembled. “Then take it.” Like she was surrendering completely.
Fucking yes.
I didn’t mean to be rough when I threw her on the bed. I stood at the edge, looking down at her gorgeous body splayed across the sheets, her long legs that ended in those shoes. I didn’t want her to take them off, not ever. It took me no time to drop my pants and step out of my underwear.
Concern flooded her face when she saw me completely naked, and pride swelled in my chest.
“I can go slow,” I said. I’d do whatever she wanted. I drifted a hand down the curve of her body, pausing at her knee when I thought of something. “How did you do it with Paul? Him on top?”
The question startled her motionless. She nodded slowly, unsure about why I was asking.
“Get on your hands and knees.” I didn’t mean to issue it as a command, although it sounded that way, forcing me to hold my breath. My intent wasn’t to control, but I couldn’t help it.
But she did as I asked, her whole body shaking. I grabbed a condom from my pants and rolled it on, trying to steady myself. For the first time ever, I had a twinge of nervousness.
More than a twinge. There was a weird tremble inside me, mirroring hers.
I traced my fingertips in a line down her spine and gently guided her lower on the bed so she was where I needed her to be. I gently grasped one of her hips and ringed myself at the base, holding the angle so I could ever so slowly push inside her.
She gasped at the possession, like she was shocked at how good it felt.
I used my hold to draw her further onto my cock, and she reached back and grasped one of my wrists, perhaps signaling me to go slow.
I hesitated. “Okay?”
Her head bobbed with a nod. Was she too overwhelmed to find the words? Or was she trying to stay quiet?
That was the last thing I wanted. “Does it feel good?” When she nodded again, I eased deeper inside. “Tell me. I want to hear how much you like it.”
“It feels so good,” she whispered.
“It feels unbelievable,” I said in German. “You feel fucking incredible.”
I advanced until I was buried all the way, her body so snug and hot around me, my vision hazed. My heart fell out of rhythm and then restarted at twice the speed. It was almost annoying that the condom did nothing to dull the sensation. It already felt dangerously good, and we’d barely started.
I drew my hips back then gently urged them forward so we were utterly connected again, and the slow, controlled glide set me on fire. The hand she used to support herself clenched the sheet beneath her into a fist.
“Yes,” she whispered.
That single word was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
I strengthened my hold on her, fighting the need to thrust. Every cell in me was itching for release, but it was much too soon for that. I pulled out almost completely and then pressed inside once again. Her hand on my wrist clamped tighter.
“Holy fuck, Shawn,” she groaned.
Well, now that was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
It annihilated my control and I drove into her, establishing a building rhythm that caused her to arch her back and moan.
I ground my hips against her and enjoyed the reverberations that rippled across her ass as our bodies slapped together.
It took no time for sweat to dampen the back of my neck or for my breathing to go ragged.
Thank God Kara didn’t speak a word of German because the words tumbled from my mouth. Filthy, nasty, sexy things she’d blush to hear.
At some point I either crossed over into English, or else she grew tired of the German, because she rose up on her knees and turned her head to me.
“Would you shut up?”
I grinned and took one hand off her hip, using it to cup her breasts, then buried my face in the side of her neck to whisper more filthy things in German.
It must have been my hands on her, for her breathing changed instantly and she was trembling all over again, building toward the end.
“God, please,” she gasped, “don’t stop.”
Nothing in the world could make me, but I wanted to hear her say it. I needed her to know how much satisfaction it gave me. How much I liked hearing it. “Why?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m going to . . .”
“Tell me.”
Her eyes fell closed under my power, her face full of pure concentration. “I’m going to come.”
She was about to take me there, too. My hand crept down from her hip. She didn’t need my guidance any longer. My fingertips caressed her trembling belly, then down until I was touching her swollen clit, rubbing in time with my hurried thrusts.
“My hands are on you,” I said. “I’m so fucking hard inside you. I don’t want you to be quiet.”
She jerked at my words and cried out when her orgasm struck her, letting out a moan that was drenched in pleasure.
Inside, her muscles clenched rhythmically at me, each pulse giving me an extra hit of satisfaction.
There was nothing else in the world like making a woman come, and it was even better when it was her.
Kara was quaking in my arms when I drove into her a final time and heat blasted through my body, surging out along my limbs.
A groan ripped from my lungs as sound faded from my ears.
My orgasm was fucking intense. It was euphoria, ecstasy, and it rolled on and on and on in waves, threatening to never stop.
But eventually the pleasure began to recede.
When I released her, we collapsed forward on the bed, aftershocks from her orgasm causing her to continue to shudder. When her breathing slowed, I rose up on an elbow to kiss her—
I froze. “Did I hurt you?”
Her eyebrows tugged together. “No.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She looked even more confused. “Why?”
“You can’t tell? You’re crying.”
Her hand flew up and confirmed what I’d just said. She wiped at the tears quickly as if horrified.
“I’m sorry. I don’t cry. Don’t . . .” She took a deep breath and that seemed to even her out. “It’s a physical reaction. Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean anything.”
I didn’t believe her, but I could pretend like she did.