Chapter Eighteen #2
She couldn’t help herself. She started riding him slowly.
Every time she pushed down, she felt the thick head of his penis teasing that spot inside, and she groaned as he flexed.
Sitting on top like this, she could adjust her position so he’d get there just right.
Without thinking, she slid her knees lower, looking for the perfect angle...
and she was lost as she started coming hard.
She cried as her lower body jerked eagerly, chasing that intimate caress that took her breath away every time it stroked her right there.
“I haven’t forgotten that you’re still in a sensitive state, Elena.”
A hand came down on her lower back—he was totally a disobedient torturee, she thought weakly—and held her down fast, not allowing her to get out of position, and then the slight movement of his hips made her cry out again.
Her thighs fastened around him like iron as he kept her immobile, just at the angle she’d wanted.
He thrust, almost gently, seeking the sweet spot that had given her that deep pleasure.
It wasn’t a difficult task, since she could hear herself whimper the moment he located it, and she swam in mindless pleasure as the damn man held her peaking, tumbling over, and peaking again, as he seemed perfectly happy to just flex deep inside her forever.
Never let a man locate one’s G-spot, she thought, even as she went under yet another time.
Willingly. She felt his hand sliding between them and moaned helplessly as he started to build pleasure there too, till she couldn’t think any more.
She shuddered, coming so hard she screamed against his hard chest.
He finally relented and pushed her back to a sitting position. She teetered. He was deep inside her. She glared down at his unrepentant expression.
“I didn’t come. Punish me some more.” He didn’t even wait. Hands on her hips, he started moving her up and down his hard length and he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her. “You feel so good, Elena. You’re torturing me so well.”
“Not fair,” she told him weakly, “you knew I didn’t want you touching me because I’m still having my problem.”
He pushed her tumbled hair out of the way. “I know. You’re stubborn. But you wanted to have your cake and eat it too, hmm? Driving me crazy because you knew I’d be driving you crazy once I started.”
Helen sniffed. How did he get to understand her crazy logic so well?
“I wanted to know for sure it’s not some kind of sexual manipulation you’re pulling on me, that’s all.
There’s no getting over the fact that I’m at a disadvantage because I’m turned on by you and this state isn’t going away till I... don’t do that!”
He was flexing inside her again, his hands angling her hips this way and that. She could feel the slide of him against her pubic bone and she straightened, trying to get away from that addictive touch.
“Why not? You need to get your body chemistry back to normal. Once you’re sated, we’ll see whether I can drive you crazy without the help of serum-induced lust.”
Her laughter came out in hiccups. “I like your crazy logic.” He was being his manipulative self, but it felt too damn good to argue right now. “So, let’s see. Am I torturing you still?”
“Hmm, of course. I can’t come till you’re truly satisfied. That’s going to be a long torture, I promise.”
That sounded more like a threat than a promise, but Helen didn’t have time to think about it.
He had begun again. She hissed as he pressed gentle fingers just above her pubic bone, searching, even as his other hand on the small of her back pulled her forward with determined insistence, until she reassumed the earlier position.
He thrust up, hard, rocking her back and forth while the fingers pressed down.
A gasp escaped her lips, telling him he’d found what he was looking for.
“It’s usually easier to find after the first orgasm.”
“Jed...” But there was no stopping him from stroking that erogenous spot inside her.
The pleasure was molten hot, as if he were building a fire by just rubbing.
She groaned as he positioned her on his body, arranging her with unerring knowledge for her to achieve maximum friction.
Then his hand was back between them, pressing down on her mons while he flexed his hips upwards.
The sensation made her cry out, her hands grabbing at the bed sheets.
Her head thrashed against his body. She took a bite of hard male flesh and tasted the salty sheen of his skin.
She had never known that the inner walls of her vagina could become so sensitive, but the more he provoked her inner flesh, the more the pressure built, until she shattered.
And still he kept her in position, the iron clamp of his legs making sure the angle was so... damn...fabulously...right.
“Enough?” His voice was polite, as if he wasn’t deliberately driving her out of her mind with pleasure.
She bit him again. How long had she been out? “How close are you to coming?” Her own voice had become husky.
“Close, but I can hold it off.”
She looked up at him. “You haven’t even moved.”
He smiled. “But I’m moving.” He demonstrated the truth of it by flexing inside her again. “See?”
“It’s just not fair,” she lamented, pursing her lips downward in fake drama. “Are you sure we aren’t in virtual reality and you’re just an avatar I’ve programmed in my head? What else can you do with that magic scimitar of love without actually pushing in and out like a real man?”
His laughter was low and sexy. “My magic scimitar of love?”
Drawing lazy circles around his nipple, she gave him a saucy wink. “Yeah. It’s curved. Like this. And that’s why it’s got magic powers. It’s doing it right now, tapping gently against some part of me I didn’t know was so...oh...like that. Is that all you learned from commando sex school?”
His amusement grew when she moved her arm exaggeratedly. He stretched under her like a cat. “What, you think I’m just a one-trick pony?”
Helen tried to sit up and frowned when he held her still. “You just don’t let anyone be in charge for too long, do you?”
His legs relaxed, freeing her. “Bad habit.”
That mollified her a tad. He really was trying, albeit not too successfully. It was hard, though, to sit up when her limbs felt like Jell-O. And he was still hard as a rock inside her. She glanced down at his hand idly twirling at her curls.
“You’re a bad habit,” she told him softly. “I don’t know what to do with you.”
“I really think you should continue torturing me by coming again. A suggestion, of course. It’s really driving me crazy seeing you out of control and not being able to turn you on your back and ride you.”
The image of him over her, thrusting deep and hard, stirred her libido. She shook her head. Was she never going to get enough of this man?
“I’m going to ride you,” she told him, “but you still can’t come.”
“All right.”
She enjoyed him like she’d enjoyed few men in her life—with open abundance and an impish delight in giving intimate torture. She used him to pleasure herself, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly, until she wasn’t paying attention to how close he was to coming any more.
His whole body was taut like a drawn bow, slightly damp from the control he was exerting on his will, his eyes half-closed as he watched her sensual journey.
She leaned over, her hands on his shoulders.
He opened his mouth as she teased him with her breasts but she kept them an inch above his waiting lips.
“Break for me,” she whispered. “How close are you?”
“Very close,” he whispered back.
“I want you to lose control, Jed.”
“Can I come now?”
“No.”
“Okay.” His hot breath teased her nipples.
“Bastard. You’re supposed to beg.”
His eyes were the color of a stormy sea. “Please,” he said, just like that.
“No,” she said. Heartless, that was what she was, but she was enjoying it, oh so much. She continued riding him at a leisurely pace. “I think it’s understandable that I want to be in charge of your body for a while. You don’t know what you put me through with your constant teasing.”
“Of course I do. I had to take a cold shower many a time after a session with you.”
“Seriously?” A thought occurred. “No women to take away your discomfort?”
He gave her a lopsided smile. “No, I don’t replace my women.”
“Oh.” Then, arching a brow, she delicately added, “Women?”
She clenched her inner muscles around him, taking delight in the sudden flair of his nostrils and tightening of his shoulders. He wasn’t as in control as he pretended to be.
“Tell me about your women now,” she invited.
“First tell me you don’t believe it’s the serum making you do such naughty things to my body.”
She stopped mid-stroke. She’d totally forgotten about that part of it. “You know damn well it isn’t that any more. I’ve been trying to make you feel pleasure, if you haven’t noticed, not wallowing in my own sensations.”
“I’ve noticed. But I want to hear it from your lips.”
She sighed, then leaned down closer. “I want you to come. That’s an order,” she said before planting her lips on his.
His mouth opened and took hers fiercely as he surged up into her again and again.
She felt his iron will dissolving as his tongue tangled with hers in a battle for possession.
His body shook under hers as he emitted a deep-throated groan, which sounded so sexy it caused her to slip from the edge with him, falling, shuddering, into an orgasmic abyss.