She lost track of how many times he did this, and then, to her surprise, instead of his tongue, the blunt stretch at her opening told her his cock demanded entrance. With a body-jarring thump, he went all the way in—a savage thrust into her wet tunnel. She gasped. Oh. My. God. And again. His flesh slapped against her, stretching her vagina fully at the zenith of each thrust. She lay there accepting everything he gave her, loving it, wanting to take him in to the very limit.
The cushions rocked under her to the movement of her body. She knew she grunted and moaned with each lunge, but nothing mattered. If anyone saw, she didn’t care. Something grabbed her clit. Ah, his finger, his thumb, and they squeezed in time to his thrusts.
Too much. She crested a wave about to break, gasping, poised and straining, at the very heart-pounding edge.
With one final push, his cock pulsed, and he came, erupting into her. She opened her mouth and screamed into the cushion at her own release. She lay there, almost mindless, shivering and throbbing now and then from the tardy yet delicious spasms in her womb.
When he pulled off her leggings, undid the buckles at her back, and rolled her over, she let him, so limp and exhausted, she could barely raise a shaky hand to wipe the tangle of hair from her face. Theo kissed her softly yet thoroughly.
“There, my love,” he said. “Let’s lie here a while. When you’re ready, we’ll swim.”
He pulled her in close to his side, cradling her in his arms.
Chapter Thirteen
Theo ran his hand along the sweet undulations of Claire’s waist and hip before tucking his arm over her and cupping the roundness of her breast. He smiled at the signs of exhaustion—the rise and fall of her chest and the urgent beat of blood at her throat. Underneath her skin, Claire was all woman, and he enjoyed arousing her, but even more so, he loved coaxing her along the path toward submissiveness, her natural inclination, and that she resisted a little, every step of the way, just made it tastier.
Sunlight gilded the tiny soft hairs at her nape. He drifted his fingertips across them just to see her quiver.
“Uh-uh. Don’t,” she whispered, crunching her neck to escape. “That tickles.”
“And this?” He used his teeth on the same spot.
“That, I’d like more of.” She curved her neck the other way, exposing it.
He chuckled. “Perhaps later. Are you rested enough for a swim? Can you swim?”
She sighed, hard. “Yes.”
“What is it? Hmm? Memories? You’ve not yet told me enough to satisfy my curiosity.”
No answer. He pinched her side, and when she only squirmed, he pinched her nipple, held it.
She jerked, then pawed at him, remaining silent, so he held on longer. Eventually she gave in. “What?
“I need an answer.” He released her nipple.
“We’re not still playing that game?” she said, tersely. “You said that Dankyo would handle this.”
“He can get the details. This is personal. You and me. An answer, Claire. We need to be honest with each other, and I suspect there is a great deal you haven’t told me. But you will. I won’t, can’t, tolerate dishonesty or evasion in an employee or a mistress.”
That brought on another silence. He could almost see her mind ticking over. Stunned, certainly. She hadn’t realized how much he’d guessed. This had to come out sometime.
Still silence. Perhaps a reminder was in order. He shifted his hand, wormed it down between them, found her little nether hole, and inserted the tip of his finger while securing her body with his other arm. “Or do I get to play here, next time we make love?”
She squeaked and wriggled even more. Though, damned be, if he’d ever held anything that wriggled so cutely before. His cock thickened, hardened. He pushed his finger in to the second knuckle, and she stopped moving.
“Is that…natural?” There was a breathless tone to her words.
“Maybe. Are you enjoying that?” Just to check, he slid the finger farther, made his other finger lie along her slit.
“I…I’m not sure,” she said quietly, but the twitch of her labia said otherwise.
“Hmm.” He nibbled her ear. “We’ll definitely have to explore this another time. But it doesn’t excuse you from answering.”
She sighed. “Am I your…mistress?”
“I hope so. If not, I have no idea who I’ve been making love to.” He maneuvered his lower hand and sneaked a finger into her cleft.
“Oh. Mmm. If this is your idea of torture.” Her bottom writhed back. “No. I’m sorry. Theo…” She swallowed, and his heart skipped a beat. This was the second time she’d said his name without prompting. “Swimming reminds me of training. I learned how to use a knife and fight in water. Things like that.” She shuddered. “I don’t like remembering. I don’t like killing.”
“And have you killed?” He found he’d held his breath.
“Once. They made us kill a prisoner each. Said it would harden us, make us stronger in combat.” Another shudder. “I threw up after. Do I have to talk about this?”
“No.” She’d said enough to make him wonder at what, exactly, her employers were aiming at. The training was extreme for mere bodyguards.