Chapter 20 #2
I was torn between allowing the excitement to continue and feeling utterly humiliated. Yes, I knew no one could see us, including if the operator returned below. The distance was too far, yet the feeling of freedom was unlike anything I’d experienced.
Christian slipped his hand around my waist, easing me into an arc and lowering his head. The seat was swinging, but as I peered up at the star-filled sky, I enjoyed another wave of freedom.
It was obvious he wasn’t in the mood to be gentle, licking and sucking first one nipple then the other. The light breeze tickled all my senses, creating a rush of desire through me.
In being with him, I felt completely safe, as if nothing and no one could get to us or even disturb our pleasure. In never allowing anyone to get this close or to control even my enjoyment, I’d missed out on an entirely different level of pleasure.
When he’d finally had enough, lifting me with slow and easy actions until our lips were almost touching, I took several deep breaths.
“Remove your thong.” Another command, this one even gruffer than before.
I almost turned my head, but he stopped me, gripping my face and keeping our gazes meant only for each other. “Eyes on me. You should know by now I’ll keep you safe.”
“I thought it was the other way around.”
“Then you thought wrong.”
I had to admit that in trying to remove the thin lace while a couple hundred or so feet in the air in a moving chair was a feat. Especially with how wet they were from the desire I’d experienced all night long.
But I managed, careful in dropping them. There was no further direction needed. I slid back to the edge of his knees, certainly not requiring instructions on how to unfasten his belt or trousers. At least he assisted in the effort when I had to very carefully lower his pants.
Here I was a grown woman who still loved her Ferris wheels, cotton candy, and teddy bears, able to enjoy all three while eager to have a handsome man’s cock thrust into my pussy.
I was one naughty girl.
As soon as his cock was free, I twisted my hand around the base, stroking him several times. But he didn’t seem to have any patience tonight, immediately gripping my hips and easing me onto the throbbing tip.
The moment was indulgent and dangerous, likely the most whimsically passionate event I’d shared with anyone. Yet completely and thoroughly sinful.
His grip was firm, his fingers digging into my skin and with his eyes narrowing, he pulled me directly on top of him.
I threw my head back, biting back a scream while allowing a moan to slip free. The joy in having his cock stretching me, filling me was amazing. Tingles covered every inch of me, the excessive jolts of current creating a powerful series of vibrations.
The moment was exhilarating.
With my hands gripping his shoulders and my thighs squeezing his, I felt perfectly safe. Especially when he slipped one hand under my hair, holding me in place while he lifted his hips.
He had the most muscular legs, powering into me with controlled precision, developing a rhythm that left me breathless.
We were doing exactly as he commanded, our eyes never leaving each other, never straying from the wild act of passion. My pussy muscles already ached, the deep core pulse pushing me toward a sweet edge where sanity was tossed.
Only pleasure remaining.
Why was it that when looking into his eyes I could see shadows of the man? In doing so, I was driven into his pitch-black darkness, which boosted the desire.
We rocked not only each other but the seat, the heavy metal swinging back and forth, creating a slight creaking sound with every forward motion. I felt free enough to tangle my fingers in his hair, even tugging slightly while his grip on the back of my neck tightened.
He wasn’t merely a man but a god of passion, making the aches that much deeper. Just when I thought I was able to maintain control over my body, my nerves betrayed me.
An orgasm swept from my toes, drifting up my legs as if electric prods. With every ragged pant and every clench of my muscles, his eyes became more dilated.
His breathing even more labored.
A simple truth hit me as the climax continued until I experienced sheer rapture.
Passion with him was an electric current, untamed and vibrant. There was no hesitation, only the beautiful rhythm of two people speaking a language older than words. In those moments, I felt wonderfully untethered, entirely present, and intensely alive.
I also hungered for more.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” The almost anguished moan was one he finally captured with his mouth as before, holding me close until the wonderful sensations subsided.
He’d yet to release and I was eager for him to do so, rocking hard against him until the chair was following in the pattern.
When I pulled our lips apart, we were both smiling. Maybe we were making fun of the playfulness few lovers allowed.
Whatever the case, as soon as I felt his muscles tense and witnessed yet another darkening in his eyes, I bucked against him, risking being too forceful.
In those beautiful seconds, he wasn’t the controlling man who’d swept me off my feet. Not quite anyway.
His fingers squeezed my neck as if worried I might fly away.
As if we were both spinning out of control, he fucked me for another two minutes before finally allowing his release.
Hearing his intense roar, I wondered if the entire city had noticed the bright lights shimmering in a park that were supposed to be closed for the season.
The feeling of him erupting deep inside was everything I’d never known I needed. Seconds later, I collapsed in his arms. Both learning how to breathe again.
Both feeling satisfied.
I closed my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder. Contentment was something I’d never expected around him, but the moment was amazing.
How incredible satisfaction could be.
And how amazing it was being with someone who had no desire to judge my quirks or my vulnerability.
I felt absolutely safe in his arms.
With a light pull of inertia, the car started moving again, my gasp followed by me frantically reaching for my clothes.
Only he had other things in mind.
“Not so fast,” he said in his low, husky voice. “You haven’t learned how to keep from teasing a beast.”
I had no idea his reflexes were so sharp. Before I could utter a word, I was tossed over his knees and down his hand went. He wasn’t interested in hearing anything I had to say. No pleas of leniency or reminders that we were in a public park.
He ignored everything, bringing down his hand with swift ease. As he moved from one side of my bottom to the other quickly, I was jarred into a crazy realization that there was no way to stop the madness.
I was also tingling all over as I’d been before, the throbbing in my pussy never lessening. It was as if my body was determined to betray me, hungering for more than just his sexual domination.
The pain was biting because his hand was so large, the cracking sound echoing in my ears. There was such a strange reward in having him punishing me, although for the life of me I couldn’t put why I thought so into coherent words.
This was just an incredible and embarrassing event that would linger for a long time.
Another smack of his hand and I yelped, the anguish intensifying. We were now going round and round again, never slowing. Whoever was manning the controls was hearing every bit of my discipline. I shifted and kicked out, even slapping his legs to no avail.
Four more brutal smacks and I was brought back into his lap, so breathless all I could do was laugh.
But everything was suddenly different.
The sensations subtle yet more powerful.
The sky even darker.
The rapid beating of my heart more irregular.
The air between us suddenly felt thick, charged with a gravity I hadn’t agreed to.
When his hand brushed mine, it wasn’t a polite touch, but a quiet, dangerous promise.
My heart didn’t skip a beat, instead changing its rhythm entirely, adapting to his pace.
I looked at the intense look in his eyes then at the soft fabric of his shirt, and felt a terrifying urge to rest my forehead there and just breathe him in.
That’s when I knew I was coming dangerously close to falling in love with him.
And that simply wasn’t allowed.