Sixteen
We only get through one more strawberry before I’m on my back. I’m relieved and frustrated at once. Kase takes his time stripping away my clothes, from my boots to my bra, the only undergarment I permitted myself to wear since his banishment of panties.
He lies beside me, still clothed, ravaging me with his hot stare.
“Goddamn. If I’d known how perfect you were under clothes, June, there’s no way I could have kept my hands off you that long.”
“Well…these two weeks are about making up for lost time, aren’t they?” I twirl a strand of my hair around my finger and tug at my bottom lip, hoping he takes the bait. His admiration warms me from the inside out, but I want a whole lot more.
“Damn right, they are,” he mutters as he lowers his mouth to mine, consuming my next breath with a heated kiss.
My fingers tangle in his hair. I open my thighs, waiting to have his weight and strength powering between them. My God, I had no idea a man could make me this crazy, this hungry for contact.
Breaking away, he kisses the corner of my mouth, my chin, my collarbone, until he hovers at my breasts. With painstaking restraint, he draws slow circles with his tongue around my nipple. When I arch, he grasps my breast tightly and sucks the taut bud deep into his mouth.
“Oh!” I press my legs together against the rush of sensation I’m experiencing there too.
“Told you I was going to tease you, June,” he says as he continues licking and sucking, teasing and tantalizing me at a pace that is nowhere near matching my need.
When he finally pulls away, I wait not so patiently for him to undress and finally take me. I ache for his savage thrusts. His erotic groans in my ear as he plunders my body and takes me to breathtaking heights.
Instead, he reaches over, takes the last strawberry, and rests it on my lips.
“Eat,” he commands gently.
I open and accept the offering. He watches me chew, and then, as I did, pushes his fingers past my lips.
I swirl around his two fingers, sucking the salt off with the juice on my tongue. He watches intently, his lips falling open, his groin growing hard against my thigh.
“I want to disappear inside you, June. Between these luscious lips.” He slides in and out, then again, before drawing a damp trail down my chin, between my breasts, and over my belly until he’s between my thighs. He nudges my legs wide and sinks two fingers deep into my heat. “And these.”
I release a contented sigh. Then he grazes the same place that sent me into orbit last night. I shudder and suck in a sharp breath.
“You remember me here?”
“It’s so intense,” I whimper, clenching around him.
He massages the same place at the top of my inner wall, over and over, gently but with increasing pressure. I buck my hips, already feeling wildly out of control of my body’s responses. Every pulse is like an electric shock too powerful to ignore.
He sweeps in and presses a full kiss to my lips as he twists his fingers inside me.
“No one’s going to know your body’s secrets like I will, June,” he rasps.
“I’m already so addicted to you. You know that, right?
The way you taste. The way you smell. Every fucking curve calls me.
The way you give in and take all of me… You do more than take it.
You want it like you can’t possibly live without it.
And when you do, June, you turn all this hurt into something I can live with. How am I supposed to ever let you go?”
I stare up at him with heart-wrenching awe. “You never have to. I’m right here.”
I’m never leaving.
He kisses me again, sealing my silent proclamation in the hot melding of our mouths.
“You’re here, baby, and you’re so ripe for the things I want to do to you. Like those sweet berries, I just want to take a bite and feel you give. Feel you bend and break before you explode on my tongue.”
I close my eyes with a breathy sigh. His words are poetry written on my body, inked into my psyche, carved into new desires I never knew I possessed.
“You trust me?”
His words are made of smooth stone, heavy and confident. He already knows.
I open my eyes to him and lift my chin. He pulls back and rolls me onto my belly.
Positioning my wrists at the small of my back, he binds them with some kind of fabric.
His motions are slow but firm, all the more tantalizing when I can’t see him.
Then he hoists my hips up so I’m on my knees.
The side of my face is pressed into the blanket, the mane of my ponytail splayed over my shoulder.
He’d had me in a similar position here before, but with my arms bound I’m even more vulnerable.
He rises behind me, just out of view. I hear the clank of metal and the dull huff of clothes hitting the ground.
The seconds feel like minutes. Panic and anxiety flutter in my belly when I think about us being caught.
The moments are fleeting though and only seem to intensify the desire raging in my core.
The places where he’s already touched and teased are buzzing.
I hear him settle behind me and relish the way his rough naked thighs and calves bracket mine. He draws his palms down my arms and slows over my bared ass.
“You want me to mark you, June?”
Dark desire laces his offer. Goosebumps race over my skin.
I draw in a shaky breath and exhale, reaching for a person who only exists inside these moments with Kase.
“Yes… Spank me, please.”
A few seconds pass with only the sound of Kase’s breath.
“You’re a fast learner,” he says before landing a hard slap on my ass.
I bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
One lash of his palm turns into more. I accept them with a series of grunts and moans.
I dig my toes into the blanket but otherwise barely move.
Inward, I channel the spike of my senses, discomfort, and turmoil of emotions.
I use all of it to feed the storm, until the searing heat of my flesh matches the raging fire inside.
When he stops, I’m breathless. A fine sheen of sweat covers my skin. I’m edgy, existing in some subspace between pain and uncontrollable lust, equal parts unfulfilled and blissed out from the endorphins blazing through my system.
He grasps my wrists firmly, and I feel the head of his cock pressed to my opening.
“So wet. So perfect.”
Instinct drives me to push back against him, and he allows me to gain a bare inch of his penetration.
“Go ahead. Show my cock how much you liked that.”
I rock back a little more, again and again until I think he’s filling me. I realize how much I’ve fallen short when he meets my little pushes with a powerful thrust of his own, rooting himself so deeply I suck in a sharp breath and exhale a throaty moan.
He doesn’t wait for me to acclimate to him or ease me to his rhythm.
His next drives are hard and merciless. A jarring cocktail of pleasure pain not unlike his spanking.
In this position, I feel overfull. It’s too much of everything.
The pleasure and the pain. And I’m powerless to ease the pressure or control where it’s heading.
“Kase.” My voice trembles with uncertainty. “I can’t—”
He gives my wrists a tug and winds the tail of my hair around his hand, using both as leverage to pull me upright. Letting go of my wrists, he bands his arm around my ribcage, holding my back to his front.
“You need to trust me, June,” he says against my ear.
“I do. It’s just so deep.”
He drives his hips up slowly, pulling my body down so the tip of his cock seems to kiss some new place inside.
“Let go,” he whispers, kissing my neck.
“I—” I want to…
“I’ll help you.”
With that softly worded promise, he brings his fingers to my mouth. “Suck. Make them wet.”
I do as he asks, moaning as he plunges his fingers and his cock into me in sync.
Then he drifts lower, lubricating my clit with my own juices.
“Kase… Oh God.” I tremble under his touch. Any restraint my body held falls away like the last wisp of a dandelion.
“You’re perfect. The way you move. The way you submit.”
My eyes roll back when he punches his hips up.
Simultaneously, he folds his fingers into my ponytail, gripping my hair tightly.
The sting counters the delirious wave of pleasure of his cock and fingers working in and over me.
My brain doesn’t know which sensation to land on.
My body sings and soars under the harmony of everything at once—a concert of sensual awareness orchestrated by Kase.
The master of my pleasure, the king of my heart.
I love this. I love him…
I’m his. His plaything, his lover, his to command. His to take…
As he powers into me, restrains me, and guides me to the precipice of a brand of pleasure I’ve never known, I can feel the words form on my lips.
I want so badly to tell him how I feel now, but I need to see his eyes.
Need to see his answer and hold it in my heart. Need to know if he feels the same way…
“Kase…”
I’m ready to beg him to turn me around or just scream that I love him into the pure country air, when he stops me with his next command.
“You’re going to come for me, June,” he says roughly. “You’re going to fucking break wide open for me. I want to hear it on your lips. I want to taste it in your sweat. Come on my cock. Come apart, baby.”
“Yes… Yes…”
I’m shaking, weak and coiled up too tight, trapped in his dominating pace. Then I’m there, exactly where he wants me, ready to fall apart.
The orgasm is like a glowing pearl just out of reach. Drawn into my body on my next desperate breath. Drifting lower, pulsing around my heart, filling my chest. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and the pearl detonates. Deep in my core, down every limb. All around his punishing thrusts.
My scream turns into a choking sob as I collapse against his chest, utterly wasted.
He unties my binds, lays my limp body on the blanket, and rolls me to face him. He simply stares at me for a few breathless seconds.
“You’re so beautiful. My God, June.”
Tension lines his face and shoulders. His cock is still rigid and jutting out from his gorgeous body. I sober a little to think that after my explosive, toe-curling fireworks of an orgasm, I’d left him unsatisfied. Not fair. Not fair at all.
“Did you already…?”
He shakes his head. “Amazingly, no.”
I reach for him and pull him down over me. “I want you to,” I murmur.
“I will.” He reaches between us and fills me slowly. “Over and over. For as long as you’ll have me.”
My heart skips a beat at the tender look in his eyes, their beauty rivaling the endless sky stretching all around us.
The feeling is more than a pang in my heart.
It’s everywhere. In my pores. Humming under my skin.
All-consuming warmth and truth. It’s so big and so undeniable that it finally spills from my thoughts…
“Kase… I love you.”
I speak the words from the depth of my heart, no longer afraid.
He closes his eyes, opening them a second later. He brushes his thumb across my lips. Then, with a searing kiss, he begins making love to me. In the silence, we climb together. I’m still sensitive. Still buzzing from limb to limb and completely committed to witnessing his pleasure.
My confession seems to echo between us. I lock my heels around his waist when another rocket ship climax fires through me. This time Kase follows me down, gasping for air, digging into my flesh and holding on to me like I might disappear and steal away this precious moment.
As he stills, our gazes lock.
“I love you, June Bell. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to.” He touches my face, his expression soft. “Now, I’ll never know a time when I don’t.”
My heart swells. I cup my hand along his stubbled jaw. “I like the sound of that. Very much.”