I grab the foil packet out of my pocket, rip it open, push my pants and boxer briefs over my hips to mid-thigh, and sheath myself as quickly as I can.
She looks over her shoulder—
I push her back down harshly. “I said don’t fucking move!” Then I groan as I position myself and plunge deep into her. “Fuck, yeah.”
Fuck. Yeah. Nothing poetic about those words, but they say what my whole body feels. She’s tight and snug, warm and perfect against me, and for a moment, I wish I didn’t need the rubber. That’s how perfect she feels, how much I want her, and I know it would be ten times better with no barrier between us.
But I know better. I’m always careful. For now, though, I lean down, trapping her under me to give her a slight taste of the control I expect in the bedroom. “Don’t move, Skye. I’ll stop if you do. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I suck her earlobe between my teeth. “You’re so damned tight. Fuck, you feel good.”
I rise slightly, still inside her, and plant my hands on her shoulders—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that she can’t move. She’s trapped, at my mercy.
Exactly as I want her.
Completely under my spell.
I pull back and thrust into her again, relishing how well she grips me. How her body encases mine. I close my eyes then and surrender to the feelings in my body. Sparks ignite between us—sparks that are new to me. Slightly disconcerting, even, but that thought is fleeting. I open my eyes, fully expecting to see a visible current between us.
I plunge in and out of her, slowly at first and then increasing my speed. My shirt brushes her lower back as I push back inside her, her walls gripping me and turning me inside out.
She grasps the comforter in her fists, still immobile, as I fuck her and fuck her and fuck her. She tightens around me, and I know she’s getting close to orgasm. The thought enthralls me.
I want this to last… To last…
But already my balls have tightened, and my time’s up.
“I’m going to come.” I thrust and thrust and thrust, each time her pussy grasping me more tightly, more perfectly. “Come with me, baby. Come with me.”
My words are a command—one I know already she’ll obey.
“Oh my God!” she cries.
And that’s all it takes for me. I burst, shoving into her so hard as my seed shoots from my balls through my cock and outward. Every cell in my body seems to pound in time with my heartbeat. Skye pulses in time with me, each stroke, as I finish inside her.
Chapter Ten
Skye’s eyes are heavy-lidded, dreamily satisfied yet with a touch of surprise. Shock, even. Yes, she just climaxed, but I know that look. I’ve seen it before.
This was her first orgasm. Ever.
I resist the urge to smile smugly. This isn’t the first time I’ve granted a woman her first orgasm. Will it be the last?
The fact that I’m even thinking that question disturbs me more than a little.
I’m not done, not by a long shot. After disposing of the condom, I undress. Quickly. Really quickly. So quickly I actually surprise myself.
Skye gasps.
She stares into my eyes and then drops her gaze to my semi-erect cock sans condom.
“Move to the head of the bed,” I say. “Lie on your back and grab two of the rungs of the headboard.”
She widens her eyes and continues staring at me. Will she obey?
“Now, Skye.” My voice is firm.
She hastily scoots backward as I demand, rests her head on one of the pillows, and grabs the headboard.
“I’m not going to bind you,” I say.
I almost never bind a woman the first time, unless she asks for it. I want to ease Skye into my world slowly. I don’t want to scare her. I want to entice her.
Will she let her guard down? Will she relinquish her control to me?
As if she’s testing me, she lets go of the headboard and meets my gaze, hers on fire.
Yes, I expected this. Someone as focused and driven as Skye will resist. I won’t punish her for defying me.
Not yet.
“Grab the rungs,” I say calmly but darkly.
“No, I won’t. You can’t tie me up.”
“I think I just said I wasn’t going to.”
“I—”
“Grab the rungs, Skye. Now.”
She grabs the rungs.
Nice. I didn’t have to prod her. She obeyed my last command instantly. I warm inside. This will work. I’m determined.
“Good,” I say and scoot on the bed so I’m straddling her, my cock dangling at her mouth. “Get me hard again. Use that sexy mouth of yours.”
She parts her lips—God, she’s fucking hot—and slowly trails her tongue over the bottom one. I push my cock between her lips slowly, letting her go at her own pace. When I hit the back of her throat, I’m only a little over halfway in. She lets go of one rung—
“Don’t let go!” I say through clenched teeth.
She quickly re-grabs the rung.
Nicely done, Skye. Mental binding is the ultimate test of submission. After tonight, I’ll know if she fits in my world. Full introduction takes time, and with Skye Manning, I’m suddenly willing to invest all kinds of time.
I want her that badly.
I still move in and out of her mouth slowly. My erection has returned in full force. I could stay in her mouth forever—that’s how good it feels. That’s how much I love watching my cock slide between those sexy lips, feeling the soft pressure, the warm wetness. A good blow job will suck the life force out of a man, bring him to his knees. It’s a fucking art. Skye may not be the most experienced, but my God, she makes up for it in enthusiasm.
She worships my cock with her mouth.
And it’s driving me wild.
So wild that I must stop, or I’ll shoot down her throat.
And that’s not my plan. Not yet.
First a little worship of my own.
I remove my cock from her mouth and ease down her body. “Your tits are perfect,” I say, and then I suck one between my lips while lightly pinching the other.
Goose bumps erupt on her flesh.
I suck, nibble, bite.
Her beautiful tits are swollen, pink, nipples hard and taut—their texture like silk over a rigid pencil eraser. Each nibble inches its way straight to my dick. She’s so responsive, writhing and grinding under me. This woman loves to have her tits sucked, pinched, bitten.