Chapter 8 Emi #3
One arm burrows under me until his hand has a firm grip in my hair, and the other hooks under my left knee, pulling it up to his side, allowing him to sink in farther.
I cry out, my mouth gaping open and head thrown back.
I’m overwhelmed by the sensations. He’s everywhere; inside, outside, on top, and underneath.
And when he starts to move, I want to tell him it’s too much and not nearly enough, but all I manage are unintelligible sounds and the small amount I’m able to roll my pelvis to meet his thrusts.
“So goddamn tight.” He pulls my hair, arching my neck as he drags his tongue up my throat. “So tight and hot and fucking mine.”
“I’ll never be yours,” I somehow manage between gasping breaths.
His rhythm falters for half a second and I worry I said something wrong.
But then his arm is abandoning my leg in favor of gripping my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks just hard enough to make a point.
“Maybe not for long, but right now I own you. Your pathetic boyfriend isn’t here.
He can’t save you, and I know for a fact he can’t fuck you like I can. ”
Doubling his efforts, he starts fucking me like he’s racing toward something, and maybe he is, and I’m right there with him.
A fine sheen of sweat covers him, making him shine like a god in the glow of the faint light.
Our breathing is erratic and labored, but he rebukes our need for oxygen and seals our mouths together.
His kiss is violent, his tongue lashing against mine with the occasional nip of his teeth on my lip.
Finally, he gives up and lets us drag in deep lungs full of air as he presses his forehead to my brow. “Tell me you want this,” he rasps. “Tell me you want me.”
I don’t know if this is part of the game or not, but it doesn’t matter. It’s true either way. “I want this. I want you.”
He groans, like the words are a sort of balm he’s needed, then pushes up to his knees to issue one last command. “Then come on my fucking cock like a good little doll.”
Gripping my waist, he adjusts the angle and pulls me, impaling my pussy on his hard length and hitting that spot inside me that makes me speak in tongues.
Part of me wishes my hands were free to touch and grab and claw my way to climax, to feel his power against my palms as well as in my pussy.
But I’m helpless to do anything but take what he gives me, and the other part me is high on the drugging freedom in that.
My orgasm explodes through me, and I open my mouth to scream just as he slaps a palm over the lower half of my face.
My cries of ecstasy die against his roughened skin just as I feel him go rigid with his own release.
We ride out the waves together as he gives me a few slower rolls with his hips, making me shudder and shake in the aftermath.
Then I watch as the complete transformation takes place and my intruder is replaced with the charming and caring Austin.
He gives me an affectionate smile and gentle kiss on my forehead before promising to be right back.
He disappears into the bathroom. I hear the sound of running water for a minute or so, and then he emerges with a washcloth, his jeans pulled back up and fastened.
He sits on the bed and unties my wrists.
“Bring them down slowly,” he says, helping guide my arms back to my sides.
I make sure not to wince at the slight discomfort—I don’t want him to think I can’t handle a little bondage—and I’m touched when he rubs my shoulders to help with circulation and any muscle soreness. “How does that feel, okay?”
“Yes, thank you.” He goes to put the washcloth between my legs, but I sit up and stop him.
“It’s a cold cloth, to help with any minor soreness. I don’t think we did anything that warrants an ice pack.”
“Okay, I can do it,” I say, a blush creeping into my face.
“I know you can, sweetheart, but this is for me as much as it is for you. I’ve been rough with you. Now I’d like a few minutes to take care of you.”
I worry my lower lip with my teeth and realize it’s tender.
Now that the heat of the moment is gone and he’s half dressed while I’m completely naked, I’m feeling a little vulnerable and a lot exposed.
My instincts are screaming at me to get up, walk to the bathroom in a dignified fashion, get dressed, and thank him for a lovely evening.
That’s what the normal Emi would do. But she wasn’t here in this room with this amazing man a few minutes ago.
He’d coaxed Raven to the surface, and the dark fairy wants to be comforted in the strong arms of her seducer.
The problem is that Raven is just now getting her wings and she doesn’t quite know how to fly yet.
My normal persona is much stronger, and she’s calling for action.
Austin leans closer, consuming my personal space, forcing me to recognize him. Tucking a damp chunk of hair behind my ear, he whispers, “Please, Emmélie,” and it’s my undoing.
I swallow hard and nod, giving him permission to take over.
He works quickly, being careful but diligent, and soon he’s satisfied he hasn’t left any marks on me and when the cloth is no longer cold, he slips his black T-shirt over my body and climbs onto the bed.
He gathers me into his arms and sighs contentedly as I curl into his side, my head on his chest.
“Are you okay?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.
I take a beat to really consider the question.
Am I? I take stock of my emotional state.
I don’t feel used or violated or cheap like someone might think.
He did an excellent job of discreetly checking in with me.
I had a safe word and knew implicitly that he would stop if I used it.
Physically I’m not battered or bruised, at least not more than a normal session of vigorous sex might leave me.
And now I’m enjoying the attentive care of a concerned lover.
If it gets any better than this, I might think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Angling my face up to his, I say, “I’m more than okay, Austin. That was…I actually don’t have the words. You were amazing, both in your role as the sexy-as-hell intruder and as yourself. I don’t have anything to say other than thank you.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.” His hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Your trust in me is a gift I won’t take for granted, I want you to know that. Even if this is the only time we ever play, I’m grateful.”
I smile up at him. “Me too.” We come together in a soft kiss before I resume my place on his chest. Only a few seconds go by before he speaks again, this time with his teasing Texan lilt.
“By the way, I think some of the words you were lookin’ for are mind-blowing, life-altering, maybe even record-breaking—”
Laughing, I smack him in the chest. “Rein that ego in a little, cowboy. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself trying to fit that huge head through the doorway.”
He laughs with me and gives me a quick squeeze. The adrenaline dump of the evening catches up to me, and I can’t stop myself from yawning like a lazy lion. “You can spend the night if you want.”
“Mm, I’d love to, but my father would kill me. And yes, I know how that sounds coming from a twenty-eight-year-old woman.”
“Hey, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, Emi. I just wanted you to know you’re welcome to stay any time.”
“Thanks,” I say, feeling my eyelids droop. “Maybe just a quick nap before I go?”
“No problem. I’ll set an alarm, you get some rest.”
The tender press of his warm lips against my forehead is the last thing I remember before drifting into a beautiful, dreamless sleep.