Chapter 20
Keira
Iwake up to the heat of Rhys’s naked body pressed against my back.
I moan at the blissful feeling.
If I had to guess, I’d say it’s a little before dawn. Faint morning twilight seeps through the large panoramic windows, announcing the beginning of a new day.
LA isn’t quite up yet, but I am.
So is my lover.
He trails kisses across my shoulders and I relish the touch of his soft lips against my skin. Still sleepy, I’m more than aware of where this is heading.
I approve.
I lift my body, rest my weight on my folded elbows and glance at his handsome face.
“Morning,” I say.
“Morning,” he says, his voice so low. God, I love his morning voice. “Someone passed out on me.”
“I did?” I gasp in horror.
“You did. One minute you were talking a mile a minute, the next you went quiet.”
“I’m a terrible lover.”
He chuckles. “You had an eventful weekend.”
“That doesn’t justify not staying awake long enough for a second sixty-nine.”
My experience might be limited, but that’s quickly becoming my favorite position.
He lifts off the bed and positions his body on top of mine, carrying his weight on his knees and the hand that’s pressed on the mattress.
His other hand slides underneath me and gropes my breasts. He kneads the flesh in his palm, teasing my nipples into stiff little peaks as he rubs his hard cock between my ass cheeks.
I love his hands on me—all over me.
When he pinches my nipple, I yelp and squeeze my legs together in search of relief.
“Are you on birth control?”
“I am.”
“I won’t fuck you without wrapping up, but my cock is dying to play with your pussy.” He whispers the salacious words in my ear.
A sublime rush of warmth travels through my veins, jolting my tired body to life. My pussy throbs, arousal pulsating.
Permission granted. “Okay,” I say.
“I want you on all fours, baby.”
I assume the position.
He slides his hard cock between my lips and skates around my slick pussy in slow torturous circles.
He lets out a low groan.
“Dear God,” I say. “That feels so good.”
“Yeah,” he says. “I totally agree.”
He presses the tip of his cock against my clit and I swear I see stars. A strange guttural sound I’ve never heard before leaves my lips.
“Fuck, I love your pussy.” His breath is ragged.
Something tightens in my chest.
I so desperately want him to say, I love you.
Stop being so sappy. After losing all hope, you’re in his bed.
I brush away the silly thought.
For several teasing minutes he works me into a frenzy, running his cock head up and down my lips, pressing it against my clit, over and over. Just when I’m about to come, he stops.
He kisses my ear. “I want to fuck you like this on all fours, so I can go real deep.”
I can only nod because that sounds so dirty.
“Good,” he says. His mouth travels along my shoulders, down my back and around my ass.
When he pulls away from me, I mourn the loss of his warmth. A sliding sound piques my curiosity. I peer over my shoulder. Rhys pulls open the nightstand drawer and retrieves a condom. He sheathes his cock, the thin sheet of latex stretched tight around his impressive length.
He settles behind me.
His hands move in tender circles over my ass. “Part your legs.”
I obey.
He grips my hips, fingertips digging into my skin as he nestles his cock between my ass cheeks. The heat emanating from his skin is all-consuming.
He leans in until his lips flirt with the shell of my ear. “You’re going to scream out my name when you come?”
The chocolatey tone of his voice is almost enough to make me come right there and then.
“Yes.” My heart pulses at the same thumping rhythm as my eager pussy.
He drops a kiss against my back where the lotus flower is located. He kisses each individual letter etched in my skin with such tenderness, it’s disarming.
I shiver.
“This might get a bit rough,” he says.
“Okay.”
“If I go too deep, tell me.”
“I will.”
“Good girl,” he says. “Arch your back and tilt your sweet ass up.”
I do as I’m told.
He presses his palm to my lower back to steady me. “Fuck, you look beautiful like this, so ready for me.”
I let out a small laugh.
“You ready for me, baby?”
“I am.”
He edges inside my pussy, slow and steady.
I gasp as his massive cock fills me.
He’s so thick, so hard, so wide.
So much to handle.
He’s huge.
“Good girl,” he says. “Can you take it a little rough?”
I nod.
He slides all the way out, and thrusts into me in one swift movement.
I yelp and the breath catches in the back of my throat.
Even with the warning, my body isn’t prepared for the assault.
I grab hold of the sheet underneath me, twisting it in my grasp as he moves slow and deep inside me, riding me like he means it.
“Fuck, I’m so deep inside you,” he says.
I’m no longer certain where he ends and where I begin.
“You like how I use your willing body to get off?”
“Yes.”
“You dirty, dirty girl.”
“I am… your dirty girl.”
“Damn right you are.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, pushing against him to meet his next thrust.
He picks up speed, fucking me fast and furious.
It’s unmerciful.
Savage, even.
Dear God.
I can’t get enough of the hedonistic sound of our bodies slapping together as we move in perfect synch. It’s so darn sexy.
I grip the sheets a little harder to withstand the velocity and power of his thrusts.
“You look so fucking perfect under me, baby,” he says and slams me so hard I cry out.
He slaps my ass.
I imagine what he must look like—hovering above me and dominating me.
The imagery turns me on even more.
He grips my hips and pumps into me like a piston.
The rhythm is so frantic, his king bed rocks beneath us.
He grips his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his body, and pumps into me as if everything so far was nothing more than a warm-up.
His breath changes to a loud heaving sound as he shifts the angle of his hips and drives into me with more determination.
In this position, his thrusts are more calculated, more flesh slapping, more mind-blowing.
“Goddammit.” His hips grind into me.
He hits a place deep inside I didn’t even know existed.
“Holy shit—” I choke on the curse.
“I hit your G-spot.”
He does it again.
“Oh God.” My voice is trembling.
What am I talking about? My whole body is shaking.
“More. More. More. Please, Rhys.”
With a grunt, he gives it to me.
Our heavy breathing overshadows the naughty slapping of our skin. For a few long minutes, nothing matters but taking pleasure from each other.
“You’re close?” His voice is so hoarse, it’s almost inaudible.
“I am.”
“You’re going to come hard for me?”
She nods.
The third vigorous thrust against my sweet spot causes a crescendo of foreign sounds to tear from my throat.
What the hell is he doing to me?
He snakes his arm around my waist until his fingers find my pussy. He parts my lips where he finds my throbbing, swollen clit. He skates his finger hard and fast over it as he keeps thrusting inside me, driving me to a place of blissful desire so intense it frightens the hell out of me.
Little hoarse cries drop from my lips.
I’m unprepared for when he changes his cadence.
He places three fingers flat on my pussy and rubs my clit in dizzying circles, taking me higher and higher.
Yes, yes, yes.
A flush of heat travels at lightspeed throughout my body.
“Come for me.” He traps my clit between his fingers and presses.
I freefall.
Everything inside me shatters as my body ripples around him.
“That’s it, give me what I want.”
I clench hard against his cock, milking everything I can from him.
Good God.
As I’m lost in a heart-stopping orgasm, he thrusts with more force as he chases his own pleasure.
“Christ.” The curse comes out in a harsh breath. The slap of his skin against mine subsides. “I need to mark your heavenly body.”
Huh?
“Oh, fuck, Keira.” Rhys jerks out of me, the condom goes flying past my ear, and a river of warm cum jets onto my back, coating my ass and streaming down my thighs.
I’m speechless.
He marked my heart a long time ago, and now he’s marked every part of me.