Sinful Longing

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He reached for her wrists and looped them around his neck carefully, making sure her thumb wasn’t hurting. She didn’t feel any pain. She felt only possibility—the alluring possibility of pleasure beyond her wildest fantasies.

She’d had so many fantasies about this man.

Trying new things with him. Testing boundaries. Playing, without pushing past her comfort zone. She wasn’t sure how far she’d ever want to go in the backdoor department, but this kind of starter pleasure with the man she was hot for? She was ready.

And, oh hell, so was he. His cock was a thing of beauty—hard, hot, and heavy in her hand as she lowered herself onto him. Sensations rolled through her body. That delicious stretching. The intense depth. The way he moved. His eyes were dark, and she swore she could see all his desire written in them. His potent lust for her. She was sure two people had never wanted each other more—certain, too, that make-up sex had never been so good.

He laced his hands behind her waist, fiddling with the toy. The buzzing began, and the sound sent goose bumps across her flesh. He pressed the tip of the toy against her rear. It was better than good. It was mind-blowingly sexy. It was thrillingly dirty as it vibrated. He’d already lubed it up, so the tip slid easily inside.

“Rock into me,” he urged as she rode him, rising up and down on his dick. He pushed the toy farther into her rear, and she tensed, tightening around it. Stilling herself, she drew a breath at the twin sensations shooting through her body. Together, they were heaven. This was the opposite of how she’d felt yesterday, when pain had torn through her on the floor of the rink. This was different, too, from the Percocet. That pill had washed away the world around her, reducing it to a cool haze.

Here on her bed, straddling Colin as he shoved his cock deeper into her and played with her ass, she experienced every single wildly addictive wonderful feeling.

“So this is one of your fantasies?” he asked as he pressed a button on the remote.

She squirmed as pleasure raced through her. “Now, it is,” she said on a pant.

“Any time you want to reenact something, I’m your man.”

“You are,” she said. You are my man.

Those words echoed in her mind, and she shut her eyes, clamping her mouth closed or else she’d say more.

She’d say too much. She’d serve up all that she felt for him. That she was falling harder than she’d ever imagined. That she was crazy for him. That she couldn’t imagine how terrible she’d feel if she’d lost him.

But she hadn’t lost him. Here he was in her home. Fucking her. Taking her. Owning her. Giving her more pleasure than she’d ever experienced, more passion than she’d ever known. Exploring their potential between the sheets. In some ways, trusting him with her body was helping her trust him outside the bedroom, too.

He layered kisses on her neck as he drove into her with his cock and the toy, pleasure rippling through her from all directions. Soon, she had no notion of where or how or why she felt like this—like bliss. All she knew was that every single cell in her body was comprised of ecstasy, because he’d done it again. He’d fucked her to the edge of reason. He’d ushered her to the far reaches of erotic joy, and she was breaking apart like a rainstorm, a gorgeous, brilliant summer rainstorm, as she came with no signs of stopping. Her climax had no end in sight. It washed over her, it pulled her under, and it consumed her.

Her whole body was a fucking orgasm. There was nothing else but this endless rush of pleasure blasting through her and taking her captive.

She moaned and groaned and cried out, and she couldn’t stop because nothing had ever felt so good. “Oh God, oh my God, oh holy fucking…” And then her words became nonsense, just the echo of the intensity raging in her body.

Soon he tossed her on her back, wrapped her legs around his waist, and fucked her until his own oblivion smashed into him.





CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR


Elle dangled her feet in the stream as the water gurgled between her toes. No socks on now. She was barefoot, and her Converse sneakers were next to her on the path.

The sun beat down hellishly, but tall trees with lush green branches shielded them from the bright rays, and a soft breeze circled. They’d hiked on one of Colin’s favorite trails, which wound its way along a small creek.

“Did that mega intense hike get you all ready for your triathlon?” she teased, nudging him with her elbow as they perched on a rock at the edge of the water.

“Absolutely. Did you know the Badass Triathlon now includes a mile-long nature stroll?”

She pumped a fist. “Excellent. Sounds like my kind of race.”

He draped an arm around her shoulders. “Kind of ironic, too, that you’re the one with the splint and yet you worry about me doing crazy shit.”