Mary was bare down there, smooth and perfect. Her skin was dewy and soft, like fresh rose petals; her scent, a potent aphrodisiac that had his head swimming with lust and the urge, no, the need, to taste her.
And wet. So very wet. Had she come for him already, silently and obediently, from just his preparation? The thought empowered him. Dipping his head, his tongue emerged and stroked along the sweetly coated flesh as her thighs quivered along either side of his head.
She cried out, breaking her silence, but he allowed it. She was already lost in her desire. Those breathy, uncontrolled sounds she made, probably without even realizing it, fueled his arousal.
*
He did such wonderful things with that glorious tongue. He licked. He suckled. He nipped and pulled, circled and teased, pushing her to the edge before falling back again. He did this several times before she registered the slightest pressure of his fingers in the cleft of her behind.
He was spreading something cool there. Something cool and slick. She tried to focus on what he was doing, but it was impossible when there was so much going on elsewhere. His broad shoulders pushed against her inner thighs, forcing them to stay wide and open when all she wanted to do was squeeze them tightly together. One hand caressed her breasts, plucking one nipple, then the other. Then both nipples were being pinched at the same time, but that was impossible, because his other hand was working her sex now, his thumb penetrating her there while another, longer finger stroked teasingly farther back...
But she couldn’t think about that now, because that wasn’t his finger edging into her back there anymore. It couldn’t be. It felt different. Bigger. Thicker. Tapered and smooth. It felt wrong, and exquisitely right, all at the same time. The pressure there, it was doing things to her, things she couldn’t control, things she didn’t want to control.
“It’s okay, Mary,” Aidan breathed. “Relax. I’ve got you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
Did she want this? The answer was a resounding YES!
More importantly, she needed. What exactly she needed, she didn’t know. But Aidan did. She began to beg, to sob, to plead for him to do something – anything – to stop the agony, the ecstasy.
And then she felt him, thick and rigid, pushing against her entrance. He moved slowly, stretching her one tiny centimeter at a time, taking a full minute before he managed to insert just his swollen tip into her. It was tight, so much tighter with the slight pressure from the back, and the constant pinch at her nipples.
“You okay, baby?” he asked quietly.
“More,” she rasped, realizing that her voice was nearly gone now. Had she been screaming? “More, please, more, yes, Aidan, please, more...”
*
It broke something inside of him. Even his beast was moved by her heartfelt pleas. Needing to feel her touch, he released her from the cuffs. Mary took immediate advantage, wrapping her arms around him. With one sudden thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her. She wept in relief, begging him to take pity on her, scoring his back with her nails.
Aidan moved within her. He pulled out until nothing but the tip remained at the very rim of her entrance, then slammed into her. Again. And again. Until it was no longer an exercise in sexual dominance or a game of seduction, but a need so deep it surpassed anything he’d ever felt before.
His strokes became smoother, metered, angled for maximum pleasure. It only took a few before he found himself teetering on the edge.
He was so close. So was she. He should pull out and finish her off with his fingers, but then he would miss the feel of what was sure to be the most earth-shattering orgasm he’d ever felt.
And then he realized he didn’t have to. There was no reason to. Mary belonged to him. She was his.
The beast roared in agreement. Mark her, it said. Claim her. Make her ours forever...
Aidan increased the speed and intensity of his strokes. He felt her whole body tense, felt her sheath began to close around him convulsively. Squeezing. Rippling. Stroking him until he exploded.
The first jet shot inside her even as he continued to move, desperate to prolong her orgasm and his. It was incredible. To feel the heat spreading around him with each pulse, the knowledge that he was coming inside her, spilling himself into her, giving himself to her in a way he had never given himself to another.
When she had milked every last drop from him, he collapsed to the side.
*
Mary was only vaguely aware of the pressure easing from her breasts, the fullness leaving her backside. All she knew was that Aidan’s warm naked body was pulling her closer.
She had nothing left. No strength. No will. And not enough energy to even care. Secure in the knowledge that he would care for her, she snuggled against him and breathed a sigh of profound relief.
*
Something epic had happened, he realized, as he looked down at her face in the near darkness, so soft and youthful in slumber. He had pushed her too hard. Taken it too far. Crossed lines he never should have crossed.