Chapter 59
Slade grinned, when his wife’s body came apart from the ministrations of his mouth and fingers, despite the fact that his own body was stretched as taut as fiddle strings.
If he wasn’t inside her soon, his control would snap.
His body was on fire. He’d never been so desperate or wanted anything so much.
Nor had he ever wielded such a powerful control over his own urges before.
But he did it for Fifi. Yet, as lust threatened to undo him, so did a killing rage towards Ross.
He would take particular pleasure in meticulously gutting Ross, very soon.
But for the moment, Fifi’s pleasure was the only one he was concerned with.
He divested himself of his boots and breeches, all the while watching Fifi, a thin sheen of sweat on the glorious skin of her face and inner thighs.
Her skin glowed like a goddess emerging from firelight, her luscious limbs shapely, long and beautiful.
Even covered by her thigh high stockings and boots, they beckoned his ravenous eyes and greedy touch.
Now he understood why she kept her boots on.
He came to her, kneeling beside her. She reached for him, palming his cheeks, and he leaned into her touch like a relaxed but primed lion seeking warmth from his lioness.
Her touch like a life force he needed to survive.
With his hands spanning her waist, he slowly maneuvered her to sit on him, straddling him as he lay flat on his back.
“I know how you crave control,” he said, sure there was an anticipatory wolfish grin on his face.
Her cheeks flushed as she positioned herself more comfortably, while he had to resist the urge to flip her on her back so he could lick each and every inch of her dewy body.
His painfully erect shaft made a tent with the delicate material of her shift as her luscious round derriere shifted on his pelvis, straddling him. The apex of her shapely thighs opened up provocatively, and her delicious breasts teased him mercilessly, mere inches from his mouth.
He suppressed a hungry groan, wanting to take each of their peaks in his mouth and suck. Too weak to resist, he did just that, eliciting a moan from her.
“I believe I’ll like being on top,” she said, with a half-lidded smile of wonderment.
He took wicked delight in her smile. And deep inside he thrilled at the fact she trusted him enough to be audacious with him.
“I suspected you might,” he said, his voice gruff with desire.
He reached for her under the delicate, diaphanous shift. His hands roved her smooth upper, then lower body, cupping, massaging, and squeezing. Fifi’s skin was soft and inviting. Her eyelids dropped, giving in to her pleasure as he fondled, feeding his craving.
Despite an untamed urge to thrust deep inside her, he stilled. There was incredulity in her sweet vulnerable face as he thumbed her sensitive spot. It beguiled, transfixed, and held him in its thrall as his fingers worked with rhythmic intent, until she came apart again.
He lifted his upper body so he could kiss her mouth. Their tongues tangled and tasted each other with dizzying effect.
His voice was ragged as he broke the kiss. “Put your hands on me,” he said needing to feel more of her.
Her passion-infused gaze partially ebbed.
“Tell me where …?” she asked, her tone breathy but uncertain.
“Anywhere. Everywhere. Just touch me, my love,” he rasped.
She palmed his shoulders and chest, from her slightly parted lips and the subtle shift in her smile, he could tell she liked the contact as much as he did.
She raked his tight pectorals and abdomen with her fingernails.
The pleasure so agonizingly sweet, he would die a thousand deaths to feel her.
She sparked his already aroused and barely restrained body.
A savage part of him took pleasure in the pain as her fingernails dug a little deeper.
Slade held her hips above his and positioned himself at her opening holding his breath while his heart pummeled his rib cage like a wild animal. His breath rushed in and out of his nostrils even as control threatened to slip.
She eyed him, sensing his hesitation. “It’s all right,” she whispered, her breathing coming as fast as his.
With painstaking slowness, he inserted himself halfway into her wet, inviting heat, the pleasure indescribable.
His hips roared for him to thrust. But he stilled, feeling the sweat forming on his brows, letting her get used to his size.
His need to protect her from pain was stronger than his own urgent lust. He dared not move, he dared not breathe, his eyes searching hers for signs of discomfort.
“My sweet?” he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
Before he could act, she took control and moved, tentatively at first, then fully impaling her body with his.
“Dear, God,” he growled, shocked and breathless, at the pleasure of being fully inside her, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.
Their fit was glorious. Perfect.
Her lips parted as if registering their connection. Then a slow smile lifted the corners of her sweet mouth. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen as she discovered her own pleasure. He couldn’t speak, his body burned yet momentarily frozen, struck by the sheer awe of her.
The pleasure aglow in her half-lidded gaze confirmed he wasn’t ruining this. Slade grinned. His fear of hurting her dissipated.
He carefully and meticulously rocked his pelvis back and forth.
“Oh. My.” Her whisper was hoarse, her eyelids lifted with disbelief, and astonishment, and her little smile signaling a bit of excited devilry. Encouraged, he increased his thrusts. Tentatively at first, then more surely. His pleasure increased exponentially when Fifi started to move as well.
He’d never been this aroused or held himself back this much.
But it was glorious, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
The pressure at the base of his spine had reached excruciating proportions, yet he maintained his pace, sacrificing his own need for release for her pleasure.
He learned what angles and thrusts pleased her by the erotic moans and little hitches in her breath.
He held her sultry, half-lidded gaze as his hand slipped between their bodies to thumb her sensitive spot.
The male pride inside him wanted her addicted to the pleasures he could give her.
He slowly and methodically paid homage to her quim, raising his upper body to take her mouth in a slow seductive and possessive kiss.
Then it happened. His brain and body suspended its pleasure as her moans turned louder.
Her core squeezed his shaft with a staggering grip.
As she found her release, his own thrusts turned hard and erratic.
Slade saw stars when his own climax came.
He danced weightless among unchartered constellations for endless seconds as heat rushed out of him and his seed spilled into her.