Page 64 of Reckless Kiss

I began to stroke again, chasing my orgasm this time. “You sure about that?”

Her nails bit into my ass. “M-maybe?”

“Because as much fun as we’re having I can still see you drifting away. What are you thinking about?” I caught her chewing on her lower lip, eyes unfocused, twirling her hair, more than once. As relaxed as she was with me this weekend there was still something pulling at her thoughts.

“It’s just work stuff,” she lied. Iknewshe was lying.

“I can make those thoughts disappear. If you’d like.”

Her gaze drifted down to my lips before trailing down to where our bodies joined. “Is that a promise?”

That was a challenge if ever I’d heard one. “Absolutely, darling. Just how dark are those thoughts in your head?” I found that the degree with which I pushed her had to be proportional to her troubles. She never told me details but in the right circumstances I could use my leverage to glean a few pieces of information.

“I can’t turn them off,” she whispered.

She needed mind-clearing sex and an earth-shattering orgasm then. So I stroked deeper and faster as I wrapped my hand around her throat. I didn’t squeeze or even apply much pressure. Just enough to overwhelm her.

Her eyes widened in surprise and sure enough I felt a fluttering around my dick.

She liked it.

And fuck it all; I liked it too. Maybe it was because I knew I’d never squeeze, that this was just a part I was playing and the pleasure I felt wasn’t from her pain but fromherarousal. I liked what she liked.

“Do you want this, Esme?” I growled.

She stared at me with hunger, then whispered, “Yes.”

A shiver of pleasure raced down my spine. I liked that response. I liked it very, very much. “Tell me why you like this.”

Her eyes grew wider as she devoured the sight of my arm holding her down. “I’m supposed to be chaste. Pure. Perfect,” she whispered, her gaze focused entirely on my arm with a sort of wild fascination. “Always in control of my thoughts and everyone around me.” Her gaze snapped up to meet mine. “So I like the way it feels to do the exact opposite.”

To give away her control completely. “Sex is an act of defiance for you.”

She smiled, her gaze drifting back to my arm. “Yes. I find it is very erotic to be used for sex.”

Very erotic to be used.“Look at me Esme.” I waited as she forced her eyes up to mine. “Do you think it can be erotic to be loved, too?” I slid my other hand behind her head and fisted her hair, completely immobilizing her between my hands. “Because I can love you in a lot of ways.” I slammed into her. “I can make love to you slow and sweet like we did this morning, or I can fuck you hard in your office with your hands tied to your ankles like I did on Wednesday at lunch. Was I using you either of those times?”

“No.”

“That’s because I care about your pleasure. I want to feel you come and leave you satisfied. But I also enjoy watching you work through your needs. I find it very erotic to witness the moment you finally abandon all your doubts and accept that all I’m ever going to take from you is your time.” I teased her most pleasurable spot with the head of my cock with short, quick strokes as I held her between my hands. “So I’ll hold you like this and any other way we decide together. I’llgiveit to you so that you can lose control with me the same way you allow me to lose myself in you.” I would always need to fulfill her desires. But it needed to be mutual. “You gave me what I needed just a few minutes ago. Let me give you what you need now. Tell me what you want.”

“Take me hard. As hard as you can.” Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she whispered her desires.

“Are you embarrassed?”

“Yes.”

I hated that answer. “But you told me anyway?”

She looked away. “Yes.”

“Thank you. What else?”

“Don’t let me move. Hold me just like this until I come.”

With her head held immobile by my fist and my hand around her throat, I thrust until I bottomed out. Then I took a long, insane moment to enjoy the feeling of being completely sheathed in her heat before fucking her as hard as I could. She hooked her hands around my arm and held on. The skin of my thighs slapped against the backs of hers. It was the sounds of hard fucking, every bit as incredible as the slow lovemaking we’d woken up to.

Her muscles began to tense, her body bowing beneath me. I pressed down on her sternum, holding her in place until she was very close.

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