Chapter 23 #3
I surrender to the sensation, my hips moving against his face as tension builds low in my belly. His fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids, and suddenly I’m coming, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me.
He works me through it, gentling his touch as I become oversensitive, until finally I push weakly at his shoulders. He rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark with desire.
“Turn over,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I comply, rolling onto my stomach as he sheds his sweatpants.
I glance back over my shoulder, my breath catching at the sight of him fully naked.
His body is a work of art—all hard muscle and battle scars, his cock standing proud and heavy between his legs.
He’s larger than I expected, the knot at the base already beginning to swell with arousal.
He catches me looking and smiles, a predatory expression that sends a fresh flood of slick between my thighs. “See something you like, Holly?”
“Yes,” I admit, beyond pretense or coyness now. “I want you inside me.”
His smile widens, revealing a dimple in his unscarred cheek that I’ve never seen before. “That’s the plan.”
He positions himself behind me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. The blunt head presses against me, and I tense involuntarily.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my lower back. “I won’t hurt you.”
I take a deep breath, forcing my muscles to release their tension. He pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is exquisite—a burning fullness that borders on pain before tipping over into pleasure.
“Fuck,” he growls as he bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass. “You’re so tight.”
I can only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled. He holds still for a long moment, allowing me to acclimate, his hands stroking my back, my hips, my thighs.
“Move,” I finally gasp, pushing back against him. “Please.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Drawing back until only the head of his cock remains inside me, he thrusts forward with a controlled power that drives the breath from my lungs. He sets a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting places inside me that make my vision blur.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “So perfect around me.”
His words wash over me, adding to the building pleasure. One of his hands slides beneath me, finding my clit with unerring accuracy, and I cry out as he circles it in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let me hear you.”
I abandon any pretense of quietness, moaning freely as he drives me toward another climax. The dual stimulation of his cock inside me and his fingers on my clit is overwhelming, pushing me higher and higher until I’m teetering on the edge.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
His words are the final push I need. I shatter, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure crashes through me in waves. He groans, his rhythm faltering as my body milks his cock.
“Holly,” he gasps, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I’m close. My knot—“
“Yes,” I pant, pushing back against him. “I want it.”
His control snaps at my words. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his knot swelling inside me, locking us together.
Without the throes of heat to loosen my joints and relax my muscles, it’s only just on the right side of too much.
But I want it badly enough that the dull ache of the stretch is nothing in the face of the pleasure I feel.
The pressure against my sensitive walls triggers another orgasm, smaller but no less intense, and I cry out his name as he begins to pulse inside me, filling me with his release.
We collapse together onto the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that feels secure rather than crushing. He’s careful to keep most of his bulk supported on his forearms, his chest heaving against my back as we both struggle to catch our breath.
After a moment, he shifts us onto our sides, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist, his knot still firmly lodged inside me. The position is intimate, vulnerable, and strangely comforting.
“Okay?” he murmurs against my neck, his lips brushing my skin.
I nod, too spent for words. His knot will keep us connected for at least twenty minutes, maybe longer given the intensity of his orgasm. The thought doesn’t bother me as much as it probably should.
As our breathing slows and our heartbeats return to normal, I drift toward sleep, cocooned in his warmth and the lingering pleasure of our connection. Just before consciousness slips away entirely, I feel his lips press against my shoulder in a surprisingly tender kiss.
“Mine,” he whispers, so quietly I almost miss it. “Ours.”
The words follow me into dreams, a promise and a challenge I hope I’ll be ready to face when morning comes.