‘Are you holding out on me for a reason, lady?’
‘No.’ I breathe. What’s he talking about? I never hold out on him. I give myself up to him, unreservedly and willing, every time. A little gentle persuasion is sometimes required, but he gets what he wants in the end. Holding out?
He reaches down and slowly starts rubbing his palm, up and down, between my thighs. It’s the perfect amount of friction at the perfect tempo. I hold his eyes in the mirror. Fucking hell, I’m gagging for him again. I drop my head back, giving him perfect access to my neck, his tongue working a firm, heavy trail up the column of my throat, circling at the sensitive hollow under my ear.
‘You want it again?’ he teases in my ear as he works my core.
‘I need you.’
‘Baby, those words make me so happy. Always?’
‘Always,’ I confirm.
He growls his approval. ‘Fuck, I need to be inside you.’ He yanks my hips forward and positions himself at my entrance before hammering into me on an ear piercing yell that echoes around the vast bathroom.
‘Oh, shit, Jesse!’ I support myself on the vanity unit, bracing myself for the onslaught.
He crashes forward. ‘Watch…your…mouth!’
I’m subjected to a relentless, desperate round of punishing blows as he yells like a man possessed, yanking me back, impaling me to the most excruciating depths. My head is spinning, my body abused, and I’m out of my mind on the most intense, painful and pleasurable drug that is Mr Challenging himself. I drop my limp head.
Holy mother fucking GOD!
His hands move to my shoulders. ‘Look at me!’ he yells, pounding me with a purposeful blow at his demand. I draw in a sharp breath, drag my heavy head up and find him in the mirror, but it’s hard to focus. I’m being thundered forward, my arms struggling to hold me as he slaps against my backside on continuous groans. His frown line is so deep, his neck muscles strained. The demanding, brutal sex Lord has returned.
‘You’ll never hold out on me, will you, Ava?’ he barks through laboured grunts.
‘No!’
‘Because you’re never leaving me, are you?’
Oh, here we go again. All the coded sex talk scrambles my brain more than the formidable assault my body is under. ‘Where the fuck am I going?’ I scream in frustration on another merciless blow.
‘Mouth!’ he roars urgently. ‘Say it, Ava!’
‘Oh God!’ I cry. My knees buckle and his hands move quickly to my waist, capturing me.
My world goes completely silent as I ride out the vibration of waves that piston through me, so harshly, I think my heart might have ceased from shock.
‘Jesus!’ He falls to the floor, rolling onto his back so I’m lay across him, my back to his front, his arms sprawled out at his side. I’m being heaved up and down on top of him.
My mind is a foggy, churned up mess and my poor body is wondering what the hell just happened. That was a sense fuck if ever there was one. But for what purpose?
‘I’m fu…’ I snap my mouth shut before I earn myself another scorn, but he still lifts an arm and finds my hip to have a little dig ‘Hey!’ I complain. I suppressed the urge. It’s an improvement.
He engulfs me in his arms and inhales into my neck. ‘You didn’t say it.’
‘What? That I won’t leave you? I won’t leave you. Happy?’
‘Yes, I am, but that’s not what I meant.’
‘What did you mean?’
He makes a meal of exhaling deeply into my ear. ‘Never mind, want to go again?’
I splutter on a laboured breath. He’s joking, right? I know I won’t be able to say no – for a start, he won’t let me, but seriously? I feel the slight jerk of a hushed chuckle under me.
‘Absolutely, I can’t get enough of you.’ I keep my voice steady and serious.