Page 94 of Enthrall Ecstasy
He remained still, reaching around my body, thrumming my clit so well it could have been my own hand—his flicking hitting the spot with such precision he sent me hurtling toward a climax.
My moans echoed around us.
My thighs trembled and I took short, sharp breaths as I tried to keep still, tried not to come again until he gave the order.
He let go of my hair and held me in position with his two hands on either side of my waist, his strong hold keeping me standing.
“Such a filthy whore,” he rasped.
“Yes, Master.”
“What have you learned?”
“To trust you,” I blurted out, finding it hard to think. Or feel. Or know what was expected. My legs felt so weak—I was breathless and boneless and relying on him to hold me up.
Soon I was too far gone to form words.
He leaned toward my ear. “Time to come again.”
He ground into me, hips twisting to bring maximum pleasure.
Letting go, I let myself become his completely, surrendering to the pleasure surging through my being—onward to the heights of ecstasy.
Hips striking aggressively, he emptied himself inside me and I felt a sudden warmth, cherishing our consummation.
He leaned against me as though needing a moment to catch his breath. We remained like this, joined, trying to catch the air in our lungs and steady our racing pulses.
When he withdrew, I felt bereft from the loss, as though he’d withdrawn more than just his cock, but something that connected us deeper.
Something intangible.
I turned to face him, maybe to hear words of solace or receive assurance that I’d given him all he needed. And I needed to see his expression. See that he, too, was changed forever.
I glimpsed a flash of kindness in him before he retreated behind that impenetrable wall.
He tucked himself away.
Then he eased my breasts back into their cups, my nipples feeling overly sensitive. He took my face in both hands and leaned in to kiss my lips.
I closed my eyes and waited for his mouth to press against mine.
Then nothing…
Shay broke away and kneeled, looking up at me. “I will make sure you have your erotic adventure.” His tongue began circling my clit.
“Thank you, sir,” I said breathlessly.
I wondered why he’d changed his mind about kissing me.
“Promise me one thing.”
“Anything.” I swooned at the way he’d clamped his mouth against my sex and suckled, drawing in my clit and pulsing it with a rhythmic tension.
Oh, God, it was lavish and sweet and intense. My mind began to drift, and then the ripples of an orgasm washed over me—an overwhelming rush of sensations.
Finally, he broke away. “Don’t fall in love while you’re here.”
Don’t fall in love?
