Page 41 of Her Every Fantasy

He smiled. ‘It turns you on, doesn’t it? The thought of me ripping this thing off you?’ His knuckles dropped between my legs, shamelessly rubbed my engorged clit.

‘Bryce?’

‘Yes, rosebud?’

‘Shut up and do it,’ I commanded, too turned on to play nice.

With unbelievably sexy ease, he caught the neckline of the body and ripped it right down the middle to my crotch. He fell on my breasts, moulding and licking and tasting and biting until I was out of my mind. Then before I’d gathered my next breath, Bryce yanked me lower still, and thrust hard inside me.

My scream ripped through the room, the sensation of being slick enough to accommodate his size and tight enough to feel every inch of him blazing delirium up and down my spine.

‘Holy bloody fuck!’

He held himself deep, head thrown back, the muscles in his neck standing out in straining cords. ‘God, Savvie, you feel so good,’ he groaned.

Need ploughed through me, heightenedby the pressure of his groin pressing against my swollen clit and my desperation to feel himmove. ‘Fuck me, Bryce.’

After another teeth-grinding moment, he pulled out and slammed back in. ‘With pleasure!’

My eyes rolled, every inch of my body steeped in bliss as he fucked me with a mastery I’d never experienced before.

The last dregs of insecurity retreated. I knew it wasn’t gone, that it would return to attack me, but for now I revelled in Bryce’s every groan, every kick of my heart and every push towards that rarely attained peak of sexual fulfilment.

Even when Bryce’s fingers dug into my hips a little too forcefully, when his thrusts grew frenzied, I welcomed the tinge of pain along with the pleasure because I knew my pleasure was his goal. He’d shown it twice before, selflessly denying himself where others had put their pleasure first.

That fact made me wrap my arms around him, kiss him deeper, throw my hips up to meet his thrust, giving and giving as much as he’d given me.

And yes, doubling our pleasure.

Sweat slicked our bodies from our exertions, the scent of sex wrapping around us in thicker and thicker waves until the decadence of it was unbearably erotic. Until a familiar but altered sensation that whispered that I was nearing my peak startled me.

Usually, I needed more, much more stimulation to get me to this point. Specifically, subtle self-pleasure. The realisation that I didn’t was a shocking but very welcome notion. One that made me gasp with pleasure.

Bryce dropped forward, pressing his hard body into mine, his fingers spiking into my hair. ‘Are you close, Savvie?’ he breathed against my lips.

The extraordinary sensation of an orgasm fuelledbypenetrative sex was so unique, I didn’t want to ruin itby talking. My nails dug into his shoulders and I silently urged him on, tightening my internal muscles to increase the pressure around his steel-hard cock.

Bryce’s inhaled sharply. ‘Jesus, how are you doing that?’ he growled as I met his thrusts with faster pumps of my hips.

I secretly thanked the yoga gods for that extra pleasure delivery and was rewarded in spades when, with a series of fast thrusts, he fused his mouth to mine and pushed me that final inch to the peak.

I braced myself on the edge long enough to savour the incredible sensation. Then, unable to hold back, I screamed, wild bliss tearing through me.

Over the roar in my ears, I heard Bryce’s hoarse shout, felt deep convulsions seize his body as he climaxed.

Minutes driftedby as we caught our breaths. Bryce left the bed to get rid of the condom. When he returned he pulled me back into his arms.

In the midst of my thrashing, I’d lost most of the pins in my hair and, after he rolled us sideways, he removed the rest and trailed his fingers through my hair. His lips drifted over my damp shoulder to the shiver-making hollow beneath my ear, his other hand caressing my hip.

‘Truth.’

My heart lurched and I froze because that word, in this space, reeked of nothing but off-limits subjects. ‘I remember someone saying that’s not how the game is played,’ I replied.

He smiled. ‘Taking a leaf out of your book.’

I forced myself to relax. ‘Okay.’

‘You seemed...surprised that you were about to come. Did you think you wouldn’t?’

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