He pushes a little harder, and again there’s a slight shock to my system, but it fades when I force myself to be calm and open up to the idea. “Reach over and grab your lube from the drawer, Molly.”
“How do you know I have lube in the drawer?” I look over my shoulder to see his face and he’s shooting me a look.
“I’ve gone through this house from top to bottom. Several times. You do realize that the cameras are still here, right?”
“We’re making a sex tape right now?”
“We’re not turning them off,” he says, like the decision is final. I have no doubt that if I throw a fit those cameras will be turned off. But… it intrigues me. Heightens my desire and makes me want him to keep going even more. “I’m watching this later. And I’m gonna beat off to it in front of you.”
OK then.
“Now grab the fucking lube.”
I reach over to the top drawer in the bedside table and feel around until I find the tube.
“Good,” he says. “Take the cap off and squeeze it out on your asshole while I watch.”
Whoa. Maybe I’m crazy, or maybe I’m just caught up in this unusual foreplay, but I’m dying for him to fuck me in the ass right now.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says as I do as I’m told. “Drop it on the floor.” I do that too.
And then he repositions himself so his cock is pressing right against his thumb. He withdraws it, but places the tip of his head at the entrance. I gasp, then catch myself, not wanting to hurt him. I don’t want to make him sick when he’s trying his best to make it pleasurable. God, I never want to hurt him.
He pushes a little further, and this time I can’t help it. I double into myself again, but when he mimics me—when my hurt becomes his hurt—I take deep, deep breaths.
“Good girl,” he says, praising me after a few seconds of recovery. “Let’s try that again. Just stay calm and go limp, Molly. I promise you, I will bring you to ecstasy if you will just trust me.”
He enters me further, and I suck air through my teeth, but I don’t overreact this time. Another push, and for a moment I think I might scream and make him stop, but then he eases forward, and all the pain becomes—“Pleasure,” I whisper.
He laughs behind me, but he’s breathing hard so I can tell he’s still dealing with my last reaction. “The hard part’s over now. Everything else is world-rocking.”
He drops his chest to my back, lying across me, letting his full weight crush me to the bed in a way that feels comforting and suffocating all at once. But the gentle rocking begins. Slow at first. Long draws back, until I fear he might slip out and we will have to start the pain all over again. But he knows exactly what he’s doing and eases himself back inside before that happens.
I start panting, enjoying all the new sensations. All the pleasure that he gives me. All the pleasure, after all these years, is mine now. All those bad times are wiped away as we join together on this bed.
“Get up on your knees, Molly.”
I force myself up onto my hands and then lift my bottom up. His body follows my motions and he wraps his arms around my stomach and breasts, keeping me pressed up against his chest like he owns me. I sit up a little more, bracing my hands on the headboard when he begins to fuck me again. But then he yanks my hair, making my head rest back on his shoulder until I’m looking at the ceiling.
His hand comes up and a soft yellow-orange light radiates out from his palm. It flows up like the heat it emits and bathes me in a glow of passion. An intense vibration runs through my body, and he turns his head just enough to bite my earlobe and whisper, “Shhh. It’s just me entering you a different way, Molly. It’s just me feeling you. We’re connected by pain and pleasure. Every nerve ending in your body is energy that I can capture and experience with you.”
“I love it,” I gasp. My head is tilted so far back, I’m not able to breathe right, but that’s turning me on. He’s so in control. I’ve given myself to him. He owns me, body and soul.
“Now, gun girl, we finally get to fuck like we’re gods and goddesses. Like we’re princes and princesses. Like we’re hero and villain.”
“Do it, Alpha. Please,” I beg. “Take me.”
He does.
He fucks me from behind like that. And his fingers slip around to my * and start strumming while his other palm stays on my throat. His heat, his light, his power courses into me, knocks me down, and then sets me back on my feet.
We come together like god and goddess. Prince and princess. Hero and villain. We experience the divine like it was meant to be until he pushes me face first into the bed and comes on my back, his hot semen spilling out until he’s exhausted and collapses onto me. He automatically reaches out and wraps me up in his arms like I’m something precious. “You are my beginning,” I say.
“And you’re my end, Molly. Everything ends with you.”
“With us,” I say, correcting him.
“With us,” he repeats.