Chapter 15
Courtney – POV
It was amazing. Everything that happened was beyond anything that I had ever experienced before but it was more than physical, which was amazing, but the way he played with me, joining in the chase, teasing me, tasting me.
Even when he was being forceful, literally throwing me around, I felt his love and care in every touch, every whispered word against my skin and now, with how much he was holding himself back.
I could feel the tension in his body practically vibrating with need, yet he laid there running his hands up and down my body, soothing me, petting me like I was the most important person in his life.
I slowly slid up his body until I could push him to lie on his back so that I could straddle him, my legs spread wide to accommodate his massive form.
I stretched up, pressing my breasts firmly against his chest, loving the feel of his coarse chest hair scaping against my sensitive skin as I kissed him again, moaning at the feel of his hard cock sliding between my legs.
“Thane,” I groaned when his rough hands reached down in a bruising grip, grasping firmly onto my spanked bottom and slowly moved me up and down on his hard length.
I broke the kiss, flinging my head back, enjoying the sensation of him taking control.
“Oh God, Thane, you feel so good,” I moaned as I sat back to put more weight on him so that I could feel every inch of him sliding back and forth between my legs.
“Fuck, baby,” he rumbled, flexing his hands on my ass, “you are so damn beautiful.”
More.
I wanted more. I raked my nails down his arms until I gripped his hands and pulled them around to my front and placed them on my heaving breasts, whimpering when he squeezed, plucking at my nipples then soothing the sting.
I lifted slightly, just enough to wriggle my hand in between our bodies to fit his hard cock against my opening.
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his eyes blown wide as he watched me sink lower and lower. “Fucking hell, honey, you feel so damn good, so fucking perfect.”
I threw my head back, focused on breathing, on going slowly so I could feel every second of him stretching me and filling me. I put my hands on his thighs, using them as leverage as I built a slow but steady rhythm – up and down, up and down – twisting and grinding until I couldn’t breathe anymore.
“Thane, please,” I gasped, still moving, chasing the pleasure, “help me.”
The sound of our bodies slapping against one another, my moaning, and his grunting filled the space, adding another layer of sensation that teased the senses.
“No, baby,” he mumbled, “just like this, keep going.”
I tried. I tried to do what he wanted, but it wasn’t enough.
I sat up and put my hands on his stomach, bracing myself to move faster. His hands drifted down to my hips, coaxing me to go at the pace he wanted, enjoying the flex of his muscles as they bunched beneath my fingertips, but it still wasn’t enough.
I slowed down, my legs burning and my stomach so tight it was hurting. I felt my hands slide down his sides to grip the sheet tangled up beneath him, my face laying in the crook of his neck, “please Thane.”
“Dammit, Courtney,” I felt his fingers dig into my flesh, “I’m too on edge, I can’t be in control right now,” he huffed, shuffling his hands down to grip the fleshy part of my ass, “I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
I couldn’t help it; I moaned long and low into his throat. Just the thought that he was going to lose control because of me was a huge turn on. This man wanted me so much that he was about to lose himself and God, I wanted that.
I wanted him to. I wanted him to take what he needed from me. He gave me so much pleasure and I wanted to do the same.
I spread my knees even wider, lowering myself as far as I could and relaxed my body completely.
“Do it, Bear,” I whispered in his ear, “take what you need. I trust you.”
I kissed his neck, and worked my way up to his mouth, my hands now braced on his shoulders, “make it hurt so good,” I whined into his mouth.
It was like a string had snapped. One second his body was stiff, controlled and then, he let loose. The green of his eyes darkened to almost black as he narrowed his eyes on me. I felt him shift his legs a part, planting his feet on the bed and for a split second I was worried.
The way I was laying on top of him, with my legs spread wide, I had no leverage whatsoever, but Thane had his arms wrapped around my body, both hands gripping my ass, he had all the power – all the control.
“I warned you, baby girl,” he snarled, the muscles in his arms bunching, his hips flexing, “I warned you, but you didn’t want to listen, so now you are going to take it. Take all of it.”
With that, he was relentless. He pounded into me hard and fast, using his hands on my ass as a way to control my movements, bringing me up and down against his thrusting hips.
I had no choice but to hold on and let him have his way.
Every cry, every scream only fueled him, and he continued at his pace, not caring that I was completely limp and relying on him to do all the work.
I clung to his shoulders, my nails leaving bloody crescent shapes in his skin as I took on his assault.
It was wonderful.
It was everything and more.
“I’m coming,” I gasped into his throat, “fuck, I’m coming!”
He didn’t slow down. Didn’t ease up. He continued pounding into me as I convulsed, my body squeezing his cock, milking him for everything he had, but still, he didn’t stop.
“So good, baby,” he panted, his hands spanking my ass every time my muscles contracted, “that’s it, sweetheart. Let me feel you coming on my cock.”
I thought I was done. I had the most intense orgasm of my life, my body was completely limp, but Thane knew … he knew my body better than I did.
He shifted his hands from my sore bottom to my hips and started to grind me down hard on his thrusting cock, and I came again but this time it was my whole body shaking.
I couldn’t do anything but hold on and wait for the tremors to stop.
But not Thane. He didn’t wait.
He rolled us until I was on my back, and he tucked his knees up my sides, folding my body in half with my legs over his shoulders. He lowered himself as far as he could, sliding his arms under my back, up my shoulders to grip my neck and the back of my head.
I was completely covered and held immobile by his large body.
“I warned you, baby,” he groaned against my mouth, “and now you are going to take it all.”
Before I could breathe a word, he started a brutal pace, and I could do nothing but take everything that he was giving me.
His fingers bit into my skin, his harsh pants and groans sounded in my ear, his grunted words of praise set my skin on fire as his hips pumped into me over and over and over.
Until I felt myself break.
It was a strange feeling. One second my body was filled with so much tension, so much pressure that I felt like I was going to die, and the next, it was complete euphoria.
I was weightless and free. Every thought, every feeling, every concern was suddenly gone, and I was floating on a cloud of such intense pleasure I never wanted it to end.
It could have been seconds or maybe hours but then I slammed back into my body when I felt his teeth pierced my neck.
“Fuck, sweetheart, look at you gushing for me,” he moaned, “making a mess, such a beautiful mess.”
He rose up on his arms, pushing his body off mine and for a brief moment I was disoriented, missing his weight, his warmth.
“Shh, baby look,” he gripped my head and forced me to look at where we were connected, as my legs fell from his shoulders.
“Look at how well you take me, honey. So, fucking good. You are such as good girl, baby,” he praised, his hips still pumping into my wet heat.
“I’m going to fill you up, sweetheart, give you everything. Are you ready, baby? Are you going to take it all?”
I started clawing at his shoulders, gripping the back of his neck, trying to bring him back down on top of me. “Yes, yes! I’m ready, please,” I cried, throwing my head back when he hit that one spot that made my legs shake, “please, I can take it. Thane, please!”
He leaned back down, pinning me to the bed with his body as he rocked his hips hard against mine, chasing his pleasure, until finally his body stilled and I felt his hot release coating my insides, his groans vibrating my body.
A constant stream of praises spilled from his mouth as he kept his weight settled on top of me, his body jerking every once in a while, still pumping his seed inside me, as his hands coasted over my body.
I wanted to hold him, to trace my hands up and down his body, to feel the tremors that were pulsating through his body, but my arms were too sluggish, my body too languid to do anything more than lay there and bask in his words and soft touches.
“You’re mine, honey. I’m not letting you go,” he whispered into my mouth, taking my lips in a slow, loving kiss. “You are everything I wanted and so much more. I love you, Courtney. I love you.”
I felt the tears well up and even though I tried so hard not to let them fall, they still tracked down my face.
“I love you too,” I cried. “I … I never thought I could feel this way about someone but you … you’re like the missing piece I didn’t know I was looking for and now, I feel complete in a way I didn’t know was possible.”
He gently wiped the tears, murmuring sweet, beautiful words to me. Soon, the soft, easy touches became more firm, more urgent and those sweet, beautiful words took on a new meaning as he pushed himself back inside me and loved me in a completely different way.
It was hours later, when Thane was finally done and we both fell into an exhausted heap, his arms wrapped around my body, holding me tight. We spent the rest of the night lying side by side as we slept, always touching one another.
I woke up some time in the morning with Thane’s hands on my body, shifting me around until I was moved to my side with my back to his chest, and my leg held up in the air.
“Morning honey,” he said, smiling into my neck as he slowly pushed himself inside me.
I groaned, arching my back, my nails digging into his hip, breathing slowly as he filled me completely. “Good m-morning, Bear,” I stuttered, feeling him bottom out. “Oh, God, I’m so full.”
“Hmm, you feel so good, baby. So soft and warm,” he said, licking up the side of my neck to gently bite on my ear, “and all mine.”
“Yes,” I huffed as he started picking up the pace, “all yours.” I squeezed down hard on his length, causing him to fumble his rhythm. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled when I saw his black, green eyes, “and you are all mine.”