“I want you.”
“I know that,” he says confidently. His words or maybe his voice ratchets up my desire for him. “Be specific, Cate.”
“Make love to me.”
He moves in and sucks my lower lip into his mouth. He gently bites it before releasing it with a quiet pop. “I’m afraid I can’t make love to you Cate.”
I’m devastated because he sounds serious. Only his hand is back. This time he uses his thumb to circle my clit before pressing it hard. I cry out as Louise begins to fire on all cylinders. Like a sadist, he pulls back just before the final countdown has ended.
“Why?” I ask in frustration.
His answer comes when his deft hands undoes my pants. It takes a second before they tangle at my ankles. I feel trapped. It should frighten me, but just like how he took me on the balcony turned me on, I am ready and willing to be at his mercy. Still, I kick the pants to the side.
He still hasn’t answered me even though my heavy lids droop as I voicelessly plead with him. His hand is back and I’m not sure whether I should be embarrassed as his fingers press my damp thong against my hot skin. I don’t have time to explore those thoughts. His skilled fingers easily slip the fabric barrier to the side as he shoves two fingers inside me.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Yes, always.” I admit it, hoping for points so he gives me what I want.
I buck my hips against his thrust, ready to do anything if he would just let me come. The build up to my orgasm is quicker now because I’ve yet to spill over the edge. I want to curse him when he pulls them out before I can find release.
“Please,” I plead again.
He groans and presses me into the wall with the full weight of his body. I feel his erection grind into me but only once. Then his body stills.
“I can’t Cate. I can’t make love to you.”
Confused to the point of exasperation, I whine. “I don’t understand. Why can’t you?”
His hips rub against mine again. It’s maddening when I know he wants me as much as I want him. I try to pull against his restraining hand at my wrist because I know if I can touch him, I can change his mind.
He puts some space between us and I arch my back trying to keep contact with his lower half. Only he pushes me back into the wall with a firm hand on my center as he guides my bottom to meet the wall. I moan as his touch lights a fire in me. Again, he removes his hand, but I’m encouraged by the sound of him undoing his belt.
“I can’t make love to you Cate because I have to fuck you first.”
I don’t have time to process his words. He releases my wrist and he spins me around to face the wall. Then he lines himself up to rub against the cleft of my ass. I drop my hands to reach back and touch him, only he snags my wrist.
“No touching. Not yet.”
He takes my other wrist and uses what feels like the leather of his belt to bind me as my cheek presses against the cool wall. It feels wicked and the desire in me intensifies. I’ve never done this before, but I feel safe with him. I know he won’t hurt me.
He takes my shoulders and turns me to face him before he steps back to admire his handiwork.
“God Cate, you’re so damn beautiful.”
His kisses me hard and I writhe, waiting for him to make his next move.
“You’re not afraid are you?”
I shake my head, unable to form words.
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now.”
His thumbs slip underneath the hem of his boxer briefs. As he tugs them down, his impressive erection springs free like a divining rod. He steps forward and lifts me with remarkable strength, using the wall like an elevator shaft. Up I go, my arms pinned between me and the wall. When I stop, I feel his tip at my entrance.
“I want you bare, Cate. I’ve never been with anyone else skin to skin. I want no barriers between us.”
“Yes, please. I haven’t been with anyone else since you.”
His grin is anything but sweet. It’s sinful. Then he lets gravity pull me down around him. My back pulls away from the wall as my body bows from the contact.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I voice my pleasure with mewls and other nonsensical words. Managing to hold me up with one arm, he uses the other to take hold of my head and angle me for a kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth just as impressively as he fucks me mercilessly against the wall. I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the morning and I don’t care.