Chapter 43 #3
He looked up at me, his silver-blue eyes dark with desire. "Not yet," his voice was commanding yet gentle. "You'll come when I decide you're ready, not before."
The authority in his tone sent another wave of heat through me. This careful, controlled Fenric was another revelation, his usual bureaucratic precision channeled into something infinitely more pleasurable.
He returned to his methodical torment, using his fingers and tongue in concert to bring me right to the precipice again. This time, when I was seconds away from release, he inserted two fingers inside me, curling them to find the spot that made me see stars.
"Oh god," I moaned, my back arching off the bed.
But again, he slowed, keeping me balanced on the knife's edge of pleasure without allowing me to fall. Sweat beaded on my skin, the blue markings pulsing rapidly with my racing heart.
"You're doing so well," he praised, pressing a kiss to my hipbone. "So responsive, so beautifully controlled for me."
"Please," I was beyond pride now, reduced to desperate pleading. "Fenric, I need you. Inside me. Now."
His eyes darkened at my words. He rose up on his knees, finally removing his underwear to reveal his arousal, hard and ready against his stomach.
"Since you asked so nicely," he positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "And because I find myself unable to wait any longer."
He pushed forward slowly, filling me inch by deliberate inch. The sensation was overwhelming after so much teasing, my body stretching to accommodate him. When he was fully seated, he paused, his breathing slightly uneven.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in a deep kiss. "Better than I imagined, and I have a very thorough imagination."
He began to move, his thrusts as controlled as everything else about him. Each withdrawal and return was precisely calculated for maximum pleasure, his angle shifting slightly until he found the one that made me gasp and tighten around him.
"There," he noted with satisfaction, maintaining that perfect angle as he increased his pace. "That's it."
His hands moved to my hips, holding me steady as his movements became more forceful. Despite his careful control, I could see the strain in his face, the effort it took to maintain his measured pace when his body clearly wanted more.
"You can let go," I encouraged him, wanting to see him lose the control he valued so highly. "I can take it."
Something flashed in his eyes, a momentary battle between desire and restraint. Then, with a groan that sounded torn from his depths, he surrendered, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more primal.
The change was electrifying, watching perfect, controlled Fenric give himself over to pure sensation. His grip on my hips tightened, his silver-blond hair falling across his forehead as he drove into me with abandon.
"Winter," my name was a ragged prayer on his lips. "I'm close."
"Yes," I gasped, teetering on the edge myself. "Please, Fenric. Let me cum."
His hand slid between us, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves he'd so carefully avoided before. With expert precision, he circled and pressed, timing his touch to match his thrusts.
"Now," he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Cum for me now."
The permission, combined with his touch and the relentless rhythm of his body against mine, sent me hurtling over the edge.
Pleasure exploded through me in waves, my body clenching around him as I cried out his name.
The blue markings on my skin flared blindingly bright, creating a light show that cast dancing shadows across the room.
Fenric followed moments later, his control finally shattering as he drove deep one last time, his release pulsing inside me with a groan that held volumes of suppressed desire finally set free.
For several heartbeats, we remained joined, both trembling with aftershocks. Then, with careful movements, Fenric withdrew, immediately moving to untie my wrists. He massaged them gently, checking for any signs of chafing or discomfort.
"Are you all right?" His voice was soft, almost vulnerable in the aftermath.
I nodded, still catching my breath. "Better than all right. That was... unexpected. In the best possible way."
A small smile curved his lips, satisfaction mingled with something that looked almost like wonder. "I find myself similarly satisfied with the outcome."
Such a formal statement after what we'd just shared made me laugh. "Only you would describe mind-blowing sex as a 'satisfactory outcome.'"
Fenric's smile widened slightly, a rare glimpse of the humor that usually remained hidden behind his bureaucratic facade. "Perhaps my vocabulary requires expansion in this particular area."
He settled beside me, one arm curving around my waist to draw me against his chest. The blue mark over his heart pulsed in rhythm with my own markings, our connection tangible even in this moment of quiet.
"Rest now," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Tomorrow will bring challenges enough."