Chapter 21 #2
“You know you loved it,” he said, as he bent over the chair and untied me from the slats.
He kept my wrists bound together, and picked me up, carrying me to the bed a few feet away.
He gently laid me down on my back, then lifted my arms above my head, rearranging me on the bed into the pose I’d been in at the auction house.
I didn’t wait for directions from him. I knew what I wanted. Him inside me. I spread my legs.
“Oh fuck, Casey. You can’t do that to me,” he said as he stared at my hot center.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not taking you like that yet. I’m saving that,” he said, then promptly flipped me over onto my stomach in one swift move. I started to prop myself up on elbows and knees, figuring he wanted me on all fours.
But instead, he gently pressed his hand on my lower back, pushing me down. “This is how I want you,” he murmured.
He climbed over me, pressing his thumbs on the inside of my thighs, opening me up again.
Bound, flat on my belly, legs spread, I was his for the taking.
He covered me with his strong body. His skin was hot, and the soft hair on his chest tickled my spine.
His erection was nestled between my cheeks, and for a second, maybe more, I wondered if he might go there, and claim my ass.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. Maybe someday, but not yet.
I was about to voice my protest when I felt him guiding his cock lower, away from my ass, teasing my heat with the tip.
“Please,” I said, so eager to have him fill me. I longed desperately for penetration, for that glorious moment when he buried himself all the way in me.
“Please what?”
“Please, Nate. I need you inside me. I’m dying to feel you.”
He wrapped an arm around my chest, one hand cupping my breast, rubbing my hard nipple. “God, Casey. You are my weakness. I can’t deny you a fucking thing. You say one word and I give it to you.”
He sank into me, and I soared. I flew. I rocketed into a whole new dimension of bliss and sensual joy as he stroked into me.
Our sounds mingled—our sighs, and moans and pants collided in some kind of sinfully sexy melody of coming togetherness. He moved inside me, taking long, luxurious strokes as his fingertips grazed my nipples, and he held me tight, imprisoning me with his body.
I arched into him, matching his thrusts. He angled his mouth against my neck, kissing me there, working his way up to my ear as he swiveled his hips, then paused, making me want him even more before he answered my body’s prayer and drove into me.
His hand came down hard on my chin, gripping me. He turned my face, so I was even closer to him. My body sang out in response, wetness coating him. “Do you feel that? How wet you get with me?”
“Yes.”
“I can feel you all over my cock. I can feel you when you get more aroused. Your pussy gets so hot, and you grip my dick, and then I slide in even more,” he said, in a harsh whisper in my ear.
As if on command, I felt that rush of heat swoop from my belly straight between my legs.
“Like that,” he groaned. “Just like that. God, I love it, Casey. I fucking love everything about this.” He picked up speed, fucking me harder and faster, his hand on my chin, his other hand still gripping my breast. I could barely move, and I didn’t want to.
All I wanted was this possession, this complete and utter possession.
“Me too. No one has ever made me feel this way,” I managed to say in between pants and moans.
“How do I make you feel?” he asked, raising up, and then slamming back into me.
I searched for the words; I felt them on the tip of my tongue.
I knew what I was hunting for, but I was afraid to say it, so I managed something close enough.
“Like you can’t get enough of me,” I answered, looking up at him, even from this position.
His eyes blazed; they were full of such passion.
I was caught in a tractor beam of intensity.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, so raw and hoarse as he ran his finger over my mouth, brushing it along the inside of my bottom lip.
I nibbled on his finger, then opened my mouth to lead him in.
He slid his finger between my lips. I eagerly took it, sucking, swirling, loving on his finger as if I were sucking him off while he pushed deeper into my pussy.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you? ”
“How long?” I asked as he simulated fucking my mouth.
He moved his mouth to my ear. “I’ve wanted you so fucking much. For so fucking long,” he whispered, and it was a confession. A complete and utter confession that shocked me to the bone then sent a glorious burst of pleasure down my spine and straight to my core.
“Nate,” I moaned. “I need you to untie me. Flip me over, and make love to me like that.”
In seconds, he’d freed my hands from his shirt, and turned me over, missionary style. He slipped out of me in the process, and I sat up, reaching for his erection, sliding him home again as I lay back on the mattress, raising my knees to clamp them on his hips.
I was free now. Free to touch him. To hold him. To run my fingers across his skin. “Sometimes, I need to have my hands on you too,” I said softly as he returned to that lingering pace, that slow and sensual rhythm that drove me just to the brink, but not quite over.
“Touch me,” he said, in the most tender voice that nailed me straight in the heart.
His vulnerability took center stage right now, even as his strong body topped mine.
I brought my hands to his face, cupping his cheeks, tracing lines along his jaw.
He gasped and closed his eyes, a barely-there moan of my name escaping his lips.
“Nate,” I whispered. “Look at me.”
He opened his eyes, and I melted. I absolutely melted under his gaze. I was in heaven with him. I was in complete and utter bliss. “I love the way you feel in me,” I told him as I wrapped my legs around his back. “You make me feel so good.”
“You should feel good.”
“I love the way you move in me. I love having you inside me,” I said, hooking my ankles behind his ass, drawing him deeper.
“Oh god,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“Do you know why I love it so much?”
“Why?” he asked, and his voice sounded nearly broken, like I’d stripped him of all his defenses, and he was bare before me.
“Because,” I said, fingers tracing his beautiful face. “Because it’s you.”
Then my back bowed, and I grabbed his neck, an orgasm sneaking up out of nowhere, pulling me under, crashing over me, consuming me in a tidal wave of bliss. “Oh god, I’m coming again,” I said, crying out as I grabbed at him, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming on me,” he groaned.
I clutched at him, holding on tight to his shoulders as the pleasure rolled through me.
When the waves subsided, he was still right there above me, and hard as a rock inside me.
“There’s a problem,” I said playfully, in between breaths. “I’m three tonight to your none.”
“Don’t worry, sweetness. We’re going to make it four to one soon. Where’s that LolaRing we were going to try?”
Somehow, I managed to scramble out from under him to grab the toy from my suitcase. When I returned to the bed he was on his back, his hands behind his head, his dick at full attention.
“I believe you like to be on top,” he said, with a wink, and my heart tripped on itself.
In that moment I knew for certain everything had changed.
He was still my Nate, making me laugh in the middle of the most intense night of lovemaking in my life.
Through it all, he’d possessed me, he’d revered me, and he’d revealed himself to me.
And now, he was giving me back the thing he’d taught me to give up.
Control.
“My favorite position,” I said as I straddled him, sliding my hand over his cock, slick with my wetness. I leaned closer, my hair hitting his chest, as I purred in his ear. “You’re all hot and wet from me.”
He thrust up into my hand on a groan. “Yes, I am. Now finish us both off.”
I rolled the toy onto his shaft, pushing the ring all the way to the base, and angling the Lola vibration exactly where it would hit my most sensitive spot.
“Not that we would ever say this in our marketing, but for your ears only…I hear this is like being licked and fucked at the same time,” I said, as I flicked it on and sank onto him and…
The earth stopped rotating. Time stood still. I nearly wept from the pleasure that burst in my body. My bones rattled, my brain hummed, and I rode him, rising up and sinking back down on the toy as it buzzed merrily on my clit.
His hands found their way to my hair. “Kiss me while you fuck me,” he whispered, and I obeyed.
My lips crashed down on his, and I devoured him.
His mouth was the sweetest thing I’d ever had, and I hungrily sought more of him.
But I could barely sustain the kiss because my body was taking off again.
“Oh god,” I moaned into his mouth. He slid his hands along my spine, gripping my ass, taking over the work.
I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t concentrate.
The pleasure was too intense. My brain short-circuited, and he thrust deep, moving me up and down on his fantastic cock that was made even more perfect by the insistent pressure from the toy.
I felt so greedy, so ravenous as I sought out another orgasm.
I couldn’t help myself; Nate had turned me into this wild woman.
“Come with me,” I moaned. “Please, Nate. Please come with me. I have to have you.”
“You have me, Casey. You have me, I promise,” he said, hoarsely, as he rocked hard into me, unleashing another round of ecstasy in my body.
I shattered, bright white lights exploding behind my eyes as I convulsed around him, and he joined me, slamming up into me, driving deeper and harder and farther as he gripped my hips, and released himself inside me, groaning my name like I was his everything.
“This can’t stop,” he said as he shuddered, and pulled me close to him, his arms encircling me. Bliss radiated through my entire being. Sheer joy was all I consisted of. And happiness, so much unexpected happiness from his words.
“It can’t end. I can’t let this go. I can’t let you go,” I said, lifting my face to look him in the eyes.
“Don’t let me go,” he whispered.
“I won’t,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.
I should have felt nervous. I should have been scared about what we were saying, knowing his track record, knowing his lines in the sand.
Perhaps, if I were smarter about men and sex and love, perhaps if I truly did play games, I’d have held back.
But my heart was so damn full it was about to burst with all these feelings.
There was no way to contain all I felt. There was no way to keep it to myself.
“When we were first together, I wanted you to teach me how to be submissive, and show me how to be seductive. But now I’ve been seduced by you. ”
His lips quirked up in a smile, and he shook his head. “No, it’s the other way around. You’ve seduced me.”