Yes. Mine to satisfy.
The headboard creaked in his fists as he slid partially from her body and fucked back in with a twist of his hips. “Legs back up.” When she jerked her limbs back up to his waist, he gave her a series of wet, slapping drives, allowing pressure to increase in his balls until it became unbearable, forcing him to slow with a moan of her name. By all that was unholy, she was a tight, liquid vise around him, but the wicked squeeze of her * was only half responsible for putting him on the verge of combustion. She was sin and beauty, her body undulating in time with his thrusts. Her chin was tilted toward the ceiling, as he’d pictured it that morning, eyes blind as she whispered yes, yes, yes. If he died tomorrow, it would be with that image on his mind, and he’d go with a smile.
There’d been women. So many women. Names, faces, voices that probably cursed his name to this very day. At the best of times, none of those hazy faces had ever made him want to smile. None of them had ever inspired a sense of privilege. An irresistible call to duty. Fuck her. Gratify her. What she’d given him with the belt compared to nothing in his memory. For so long, he’d craved the opportunity to use every trick at his disposal to satisfy Polly. And he wouldn’t waste a second addicting her to his body. It was selfish. She would hate needing him. So be it. He couldn’t give up the brilliant woman who brought the silence.
Austin loosened his spine, so his hips were pressing down onto Polly’s, but his back was still at an angle, his hands still clutching the headboard. He used his thighs to push her legs wide as possible, her knees touching the bed in a provocative split, and ground the base of his cock against her clit. His movements were slow, but hard, giving her no way to escape them. Oh, and she tried. The heels of her hands found his shoulders, pushing him away while she wailed at him to keep going.
“Too much,” she cried out. “Oh God, don’t ever stop. Don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma’am.” High on Polly’s approval, Austin turned his head and kissed the fingers curling into his shoulder, licked each individual one, increasing the pace of his grinds as he did so. He closed his eyes and focused on the little bud being rubbed by his heavy cock, his aching flesh so in need of relief. No. Can’t let it end. Make her need more. Make her always need more. Austin let go of the headboard, meshing their bodies together and—oh Christ—she reacted like a wildcat to the new position, all his body weight concentrated on her precious clit. Bump, grind, bump, grind.
“Austin. Jesus…I’m g-going to…”
He slowed his ministrations just a fraction, rasping the scruff of his evening beard against the side of her neck. Words flowed from him. Words he could pretend were being spoken because she needed to hear them to feel fulfilled, but it would have been a lie. Somewhere amid the storm, her approval had become a requirement for him. “Am I a good boy, Polly? Tell me. Tell me I was a good boy for your belt, so I can finish getting you off. All I want to do is get you off. ”
She drew her knees higher, tweaking her hips beneath him, visibly overcome with the need to release. “Yes. You were…are. You’re a g-good b—”
Austin bore down, shouting a curse when her fingernails landed on his back. A familiar sensation. But with Polly, it wasn’t unpleasant. “Go ahead.” They locked eyes. “Dig in. You know you want to.”
A stricken look transformed her features for a beat before her expression returned to where he wanted it. All-out lust. “No.” She cupped the back of his neck, drawing him close to her mouth. “I want this more.”
Their tongues met first, licking together, apart, back together. An act so intimate, he became more aware of his cock than he’d ever been in his life. It felt like lead, every inch buried in her, wrapped in tightness. Incapable of making her wait any longer for what he would deliver, Austin groaned and fell into a wet kiss, giving her clit quick side-to-side strokes with the root of his dick. As she started to spasm, the climax traveling through her body in a way Austin could feel, their kiss turned voracious. Neither of them would break for air, mouths slanting, sucking, and biting, lips sliding, sinking back in together. He was lost. Fucking lost. Could have drained every last ounce of his passion into her shaking body from the kiss alone. They weren’t done yet, though. She still had too much fight left in her.
Austin broke their kiss with a curse. Polly threw her head back on the pillow and echoed his sentiment on a release of breath. Her whisper turned into a scream when he sat up in an abrupt move, positioning himself on his knees and yanking her hips onto his lap, without ever leaving the heat of her body. “That one was for your clit.” He ran his thumb over the rosy spot in question and made a savoring sound in his throat. “Look how pretty.”