And then, with a deep groan and a low cry of, “no, not yet,” he pulls out. I hear his shallow breathing, and when I tilt my head up to see his face, it is passion I see in his eyes.
I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him as he repeats, “Not yet,” more calmly this time. “I’m going to come inside you,” he says, and my body clenches tight with his words. “I’m going to make you explode.” He strokes my hair as he says, “I’m clean, but I’ll wear a condom if you want.”
I shake my head. “No. Please. I want to feel you.”
He smiles in answer before he moves behind me, his hands stroking my rear as he trails kisses down my back. “Put your head down,” he says. “I want to see your ass in the air.”
I comply, and he strokes me, his hands sliding over the globes of my ass. “Do you have toys?” he asks.
“Not a lot,” I say. “Some oil that I bought when we got Nikki her goody bag.”
“Where?”
I point him to the bedside table, and he gets the stuff. The oil is some sort of minty arousal oil, and he strokes it onto my clit, then laughs softly when I first complain that I feel nothing—but then soon buck from the tingly, intense sensations. I’m desperately wet, and with his finger teasing my clit, I’m going a little crazy.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, then thrusts inside me. He’s deep, and I moan in pleasure as he fills me. I rock back, wanting to take more of him, and as I do he pulls me to him, his free hand gripping my waist. Then he slides that hand down, teasing me where our bodies are joined, making his fingers slick before he slides them up to my ass. “I want you here, too,” he says. “Have you ever?”
I shake my head. “Just toys,” I say, as the sensation of the oil on my clit and his hand on my ass drives me very close to the edge. I feel a blush coming on. “I liked it.”
“I’ll remember that,” he says. “Right now—right now I think I’m too far gone. Jesus, Jamie, what you do to me.”
He thrusts again, deeper and faster, even as he teases and torments my clit, the effect of the oil shooting me up into the stratosphere. I hold my breath, willing the climax to wash over me, craving the explosion, desperate for the man to fill me.
And then, with one final thrust, he cries my name and empties himself into me. His hand presses against my clit, and the renewed pressure sends me tumbling over after him, faster and faster until there is nowhere to go, and he topples us both over onto the bed.
I am still bound, a tight ball, and he is curved around me. I am breathing deep, my mind little more than mush and my body like liquid. “Christ, Hunter. You destroyed me.”
“No,” he says. “It’s you who’ve broken me. There’s a fire in you, kitten. And I want to burn with you.”
“Kitten,” I repeat, my voice dreamy. “Why kitten?”
He chuckles. “I think it suits you.” He kisses my shoulder. “You’re soft and warm and definitely playful. But I’ll need to watch the claws.”
I have to bite back a laugh. “Yes,” I say. “You will.”
We lay that way for a moment, then he unties my bindings. I stretch, relishing the motion, as he reaches for the remote on the bedside table and presses the button to close the electronic blinds.
Then he pulls the quilt up over both of us and holds me close.
I spoon against him, his chest warm against my back, and his cock still semi-hard against my rear. He drapes his arm around me and holds me close.
I could get used to this, I think.
Hell, I could get used to him.
Except for the short nap by the pool, I haven’t slept in almost two days and exhaustion presses down on me. I close my eyes, feeling warm and satisfied and sweetly used, and, finally, let sleep sweep me away.
Chapter Five
When my eyes flutter open, I do not know how much time has passed. Very little, I think, as we are still in the same position. But the gentle softness that drew me into sleep is gone, replaced by something cold and panicky.