“Okay,” she whispered. Then he slid his fingers between her folds and rubbed her clit. She gasped, arching off his body. He wrapped his other arm around her and cupped her breast. His large, calloused fingers plucked at her nipple and she tilted her head toward him, needing his mouth.
He obliged, sliding his tongue along her lips so she would open for him. She sank into the kiss, rolling her hips as he fucked her with his fingers and played with her breasts. He teased along her entrance before sliding two fingers in, then sped up before slowing down to tease her once more. She gasped, aching, needing more, but he didn’t stop his motions, didn’t let her go over the edge. His cock dug into her back and she rubbed against it, wanting him to come along with her. He groaned and rocked his hips, as well. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub, but she didn’t care. She just wanted him to take her to the top and let her fall in ecstasy. When he pinched her clit, she shook, her body bowing as she came hard against his hand. He didn’t stop and she almost came again. Then he removed his hand and pushed her forward slightly so he could get out of the tub.
She felt cold at the loss of him but didn’t have time to dwell on it. He had her out of the tub and in his arms in a blink. She moved so she could wrap her legs around his waist and rock into his cock again.
He groaned into her mouth and gripped her ass with his hands. When one finger played with her hole she stiffened, then leaned in to him as he slowly worked her, gentle and yet heated.
“I’m going to fuck you there one day, little witch. Do you like the sound of that?”
She nodded and kissed him again, loving the way he growled and wanted more of her. When he sat her down on the edge of the counter and leaned in front of her, she gasped.
He spread her legs wide and licked his lips. “Keep your legs open. Can you do that? Can you keep your legs steady when I lick your pretty cunt?”
She bit her lip and moaned. “I can try.”
“I’d say there is no try, only do, but that might break the mood.” He slid his finger up and down her slit even as she gasped a laugh.
“We need to watch that movie,” she said as he slid one finger into her, curling up so he rubbed along that bundle of nerves that made her eyes cross.
“Later. First I need my feast.” Then he leaned forward and lapped at her, eating her until she could barely breathe. His beard brushed along her inner thighs and lower lips until she couldn’t formulate words. He fucked her with two fingers, then three, even as he kept his mouth on her, sending her quickly over the edge once more.
Even as she called out his name and clenched around his fingers, he kept moving. He stood up, grabbed a condom from the drawer, and slid it over his length. Ryder gripped her hips, and she held onto the edge of the counter so she could slide off.
“Fuck me, Ryder.”
“I can do that, little witch. I’ll fuck you until we’re both breathless and sated. Just make sure you fuck me just as hard.”
“I can do that. Just get inside me. Now.”
He grinned at her, tightened his hold on her hips, and thrust into her hard. In one stroke, he filled her so full she could barely breathe. She wrapped one leg around his waist and slid the other up his body so it rested over his shoulder. He held onto that ankle, kissing and licking her calf and behind her knee as he fucked her hard on the counter. She gripped the edge until her knuckles went white, rocking her hips ever so slightly and tightening her pussy so she squeezed his cock. He must have liked that because his eyes glowed brighter and he picked up the pace.
When he lifted her other leg to his shoulder and gripped her ass, she let out a yelp, reaching for his shoulders to hold on. He held her weight with ease, lifting her and positioning her so he went deeper than he ever had before. Their gazes met and she held her breath, unable to think, to speak, to do anything but feel.
He pulled her up and slammed her down on his cock, the sensation so fucking good she almost passed out right then, unable to even come because she knew if she did, she’d shatter. But he seemed to know where her mind had gone and slid home again, this time holding her down over him. She came then, knowing it was too much and not caring. He came as well, filling the condom, the sensation so warm and so him. She wanted him bare within her, wanted to feel him pump into her and fill her full. But she knew that wouldn’t happen.
It would never happen. Because if it did, they’d create the bond. Instead, she would have to deal with a condom for however long they made this work.
It would have to be enough, though. Because she wasn’t sure what she would do without him. And frankly, she was afraid of what he’d do without her. They’d have to live with the decisions they’d made and learn to deal with this new form of…whatever this was.
But with the feel of Ryder deep within her and the sated state of her body and emotions at that point, she didn’t seem to care.
She would take Ryder Brentwood however she could. Because there wasn’t another option. Only pain and yearning. Until they broke. Again.
Chapter Eleven