Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Leith
She’s fighting it, but that makes her all the more appealing to me. She pushes me, but just enough so that she knows she isn’t spreading her legs for me of her own accord. She can’t hide the obvious signs of her arousal, and she doesn’t want me to suspect that I’ve gotten away with everything.
I love that she’s fighting, for when I conquer her, the victory will be that much sweeter.
I kiss her, and her mouth parts. My tongue meets hers, but she’s still fighting me even as her breathing becomes more rapid and her arms wrap around me. She’s anchoring herself to me even as she wants to push me away.
“Is this what you need from me?” I whisper in her ear. “You do, don’t you?”
She glares and shakes her head, as she pulls her arms away from me and pushes at my chest. I capture her wrists and hold them, challenging her by meeting her gaze.
“You want me to walk away, then? Leave you here? Maybe bring you to the guest room and leave you for the night, hmm?”
It’s mean, I fucking know it, but I fight this part of myself that demands control.
She blinks, and a desperate longing fills her eyes. She looks to her mobile but I shake my head.
“No,” I say stoutly. “You got mouthy in those texts. You’ve lost permission to text me.”
She tries to wriggle her wrists out of my grasp, but I hold fast.
“Listen to me. Stop fighting and bloody listen to me.”
She draws in a deep breath, then releases it, and finally nods.
“You’re a smart girl. Behave, and you’ll be fine.”
She bites her lip and doesn’t respond at first, then finally nods.
“Good girl.”
We hold each other’s eyes for a long moment before I speak again.
“Does it frustrate you not to be able to speak to me?”
Her eyes narrow and she nods so quickly, her hair bobs around her face and covers her eyes.
I bend and kiss her forehead, nudging her hair back off of her face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and I can’t help but brush my lips across those as well.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper. “I want all of you.”
She closes her eyes but only briefly. When she opens them, she nods.
Yes.
“Yes?” I ask, wanting to be incredibly clear.
She nods again.
With the fire flickering in the hearth mingling with the sounds of her heavy breathing, anticipation hangs in the air between us. There’s something about the moment that’s magical and enchanted, like a lover’s tryst under a moonlit sky. I can’t think of anything beyond making her mine.
I lean in and kiss her cheek right before I whisper in her ear. “I want to take you, Cairstina. I want to make you mine.”
She holds my gaze in bold challenge, bites her lip… and then nods again.
I close my eyes against the immediate rush of emotion that threatens to override all logic and reason. I want to tear her clothes off her, impale her with my cock, I want to see her head thrown back in surrender as I fuck her. But I can’t, I won’t. If she’s going to trust me, I need be cautious.
“If I let you go, will you hit me again?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, looking almost abashed.
“Good. Then I’ll let go of your wrists, but you’d better make damn sure you’re not disobeying me. We’re in my house now, and you couldn’t scream for mercy if you wanted to. I could do anything I fucking wanted if I needed to punish you.”
Her eyes widen even further, but she nods just the same.
I can’t talk anymore. I can’t wait anymore either.
I capture her mouth with mine, relishing her soft panting and sweet, sweet taste, as I glide my hand down her neck to her breasts.
I weigh one, then the other, dragging my thumb along the nipples I feel straight over her clothing.
I move my fingers between her legs, the heel of my palm up against her pussy, as her breathing quickens.
I kiss her until we’re both panting, until we’re both eager, and I nod to give her permission to take off her clothes.
“I want them all off,” I groan in her ear. “I fucking need them to come off.”
She fumbles with her top and I help her, grasping the edge and dragging it up over her head. I growl appreciatively as she lifts it up and over her head with my help. Next come her leggings, followed by her knickers and bra, until her clothes lie in a pile on the floor beside the couch.
She points her finger to me.
“Me next?”
She bites her lip as she nods, and her cheeks flush pink.
She’s so fucking gorgeous, her soft blue eyes dancing with excitement and nerves.
She watches as I lift my shirt off and toss it to the pile on the floor, then reach for the clasp of my belt.
I wonder if she’s remembering what it felt like when I whipped her.
I fucking am. She watches as I slide it through the loops and toss it to the floor with the clothes.
I reach between her legs and stroke her pussy, not at all surprised to find she’s sopping wet.
I cluck my tongue and shake my head. “Ooh, naughty girl,” I say. “Look how ready you are.”
She watches me, her eyes half-lidded and eager. I stroke my fingers through her slick folds, until she’s noiselessly keening with pleasure and panting, her ragged breaths an indication she wants this.
I fondle her until she’s gyrating her hips against my hand, and the musky, sweet scent of arousal fills the air.
I groan, unable to help myself. I fall to my knees and part her legs.
I breathe on the inside of her pussy, then pull back.
“Do you want my mouth there?”
Her lips part and her eyes are impossibly wide. She points with her index finger.
There?
I lower my mouth to her belly and kiss her sweet spot, part her, then run my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet essence.
I groan, dig my fingers into her thighs, and hoist them up to grant me better access.
Her hands delve into my hair, fingers scrambling for purchase, but her knees fall open and she welcomes me in.
I kiss and fondle and suckle her until her pelvis rises and she’s on the cusp of climax, then pull my mouth away and drag my hand across the back of my mouth.
“I don’t think you’d like it if I didn’t let you come, would you?”
She shakes her head from side to side, her eyes wide and terrified but aroused at the same time.
“How about if I punished you that way? Hmm?”
She shakes her head as I sink my teeth into the tender skin at her inner thigh, needing to mark her.
She jolts with the stab of pain, and I return my fingers and mouth to her pussy.
I lick and suckle, tease and stroke, until her head falls back and she comes on my tongue.
I can feel her spasms of pleasure even as she comes in total silence.
When she’s still deep in the throes of ecstasy, I join her, shoving my trousers down to free my thick, rigid cock.
With lust-filled eyes, she grabs my cock and squeezes, and I groan.
It feels so good to have her stroking me, when the taste of her is still on my mouth, that I almost come just watching her.
Still, I’m ratcheting up harder and harder until I’m nearly ready to come.
I part her legs, gliding my cock through her folds, and hold her gaze as I do it.
“You’re a virgin?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Good,” I whisper in her ear. “I want to be your first. I don’t want you to ever forget me.”
I reach for my pants, take out my wallet, and remove a condom. She watches as I roll it over my hard cock, her eyes curious and eager, her parted knees practically begging me.
Slowly, so slowly it’s fucking painful, I glide my cock to her pussy, gently stroking her clit while her hips jerk. Her hands wrap around my waist, urging me forward, and she grips my arse so hard, I slip my cock into her pussy in one firm but gentle thrust.
Her mouth parts open and her eyes flutter closed. I don’t thrust again just yet, I don’t fucking move, just hold my thick, hardened cock inside her, relishing the feel of her pussy gripping me. Her eyes come to mine, surprised and excited.
“Does that feel good?” I whisper.
She bites her lip and nods, and I nearly fucking lose my mind.
She can’t speak, but she can touch. She grabs my hips and pushes hers forward, welcoming me to thrust, to enter her fully, to take her. So with a groan, that’s exactly what I do. She’s so tight I know she’s a virgin, even if she hadn’t told me as much.
My eyes flutter closed at the friction between us, her heated arousal and hot, tight pussy milking my cock, the pleasure it brings.
I love the feel of her, the nearness of the two of us, I love everything about this as we move in perfect time, both of us urging the other on.
I know she comes when I do, the way her head falls back and her mouth parts as her pussy hugs my cock, and I fucking lose my mind.
I come so hard I’m fucking blinded, shattered.
My head falls beside her, my forehead on the sofa as she wraps her legs around my back and spurs me on.
I’m panting, relishing the feel of her hands on my shoulders and legs wrapped around my torso.
I didn’t know this woman a week ago, yet I feel as if we were created for this moment of unadulterated intimacy.
I lean over and kiss her cheek, hot and flushed with arousal. “That was fucking perfect, doll. Fuckin’ perfect.”
I pull out of her with reluctance, expecting more than the streak of red. She doesn’t flinch or look afraid but somehow grateful and sated. I walk to the toilet and grab some towels, come back to her, and sit beside her while I clean her up.
“Bed’s up in the loft,” I tell her. “Let’s get some rest, hmm?” But before she can respond, I pull her over to me and kiss the top of her head, holding her so tightly she’s gasping for breath before I release her.
“That was fucking beautiful.”
She bows her head shyly, nods, then takes the clothes I give her. “Everything you need’s in the bathroom.”
She smiles to herself, and I’m curious what she’s thinking.
“What is it?” I ask. I lift her mobile from the armchair and toss it back to her.
The text comes in quickly.