Page 157 of Burning Ember
“How rough?” Fear laced with excitement gives my voice a shaky quality. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Adrenaline is actively firing through my veins, and I need this too. I want the quick, harsh fucking his mood and impatience promises. I’ve been yearning for it all day.
“As rough you can take it.” His hot breath sends goosebumps skittering down my neck. “Just tell me if it gets to be too much.” He buries his face in my neck and I shiver.
Reaching back, I cup his ass and pull him into me. “What in the hell are you waiting for?”
No sooner have the words left my mouth then his teeth bit down on the skin between my shoulder and my neck. Not too hard, but still painful. His hands leave my hair and his fingers work in rough harsh movements to open my shorts. The sounds of our breath and my zipper descending seem magnified. He shoves my shorts down over my ass and to my lower thighs. Then he cups both of my butt cheeks and rubs his hands up and down.
I gasp, and jerk back as he hauls my ass out and presents it to himself. “Fuck. This ass. I can’t wait to see this ass bouncing on my cock. I’m in love with this.” He rubs his hands over my cheeks again. When they leave me, I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled. He rips my panties away. Then his fingers stroke over my sex, feeling how wet I am for him.
“This right here is for me, no one else, Doll.”
I hear only sounds, his rapid breaths, a foil packet being opened, and Mav whisperings, “Damn, I’m gonna miss feelin’ you bare.”
His grip tightening on my hip is my only warning I get. I don’t even have time to take a steadying breath before his erection enters me. In one fierce thrust, he drives himself all the way inside me. Bottoms out. So hard and so deep, I have to push against the wall to not fall forward. I cry out and prepare for more of his assault.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses and his lips travel up the back of my neck. “Too hard?”
“More . . . Mav . . . more.”
“Luce, baby. That’s who’s fuckin’ you right now.” Drawing slowly back, he pulls nearly out of me. Then though it’s expected, I scream his name as he slams back inside. It’s the last ounce of mercy he gives. From that moment on, he pounds into me ruthlessly, and without restraint.
And yes. I love it. Every. Single. Second. Of. It.
One of his hands fondles my breast and pinches with my nipple and his other pushes on my back to make me go lower. He finds a tight grip on my shoulder. It gives him the leverage he needs to fuck me into oblivion, and oh, my dear God in heaven, he does just that. He dominates me and I savor it.
He’s demolishing my fears of giving up control to another man. Breaking the rules, I thought I needed to be free and safe. There’s pain. But the pleasure is insurmountable and flows with the pain to give me only more pleasure. He’s holding me down. He’s owning my body in every sense of the word, but I’m not scared. This is my Luce. And he’s taking and receiving. He’s falling for me as much as I’m falling for him and I know if I asked him to stop, he would. But this is a part of him just as much as every other side I’ve seen and I can’t love him if I don’t love this part of him too.
This is what he needs. What he craves. And I want to give it to him.
His hand moves to my sex and he strums my clit. My release comes swiftly and steals my breath. A crescendo of tingling sensations that fire rapidly through my core and outwards, pulsing, sparking, setting off my orgasm to mountainous heights. I call out his name once, twice.
He growls and in the next heartbeat his grip tightens, becomes unyielding, and he drives so deep that he’s pierces the very heart of me in all the ways that matter.
“Ember . . . baby . . . fuck.”
I nearly confess right then that I want it all. Every single detail. Except I want it to be my home. My porch swing. My baby’s nursery. And above all, I want Mav to be my man. I want us to be more. I want us to live the dream he imagined.
Am I crazy? Can you really know that in only days? Would he think I was completely nuts if I admitted what I feel in my heart?
My knees wobble and when his weight falls on top of me, we drop to the ground. Mav to his knees. Me to mine. His hands snake under my shirt, crisscross over my chest, and he holds me to him, breathing harshly against my still wet hair.
“Nothin’,” he breathes out. “Nothin’ will be better than this.” He places three kisses on my shoulder, neck, and ear, and then his forehead lays down on top of my shoulder for a few moments while we both try to catch our breath.
I float back to reality and realize we’re on his dirty floor, and Mav’s still inside me. He’s still semi-hard. I tighten my inner muscles around him and I’m rewarded with a laugh as he hugs me close.
“If I didn’t have this meeting, I’d lay you down on this floor, and fuck you for three days straight.”
The thought brings a smile to my face.
He draws away and says, “Hold on a sec.” A moment later something lands in the garbage. The condom. I try to stand, but I have no strength to do so. When Mav comes back, he helps me to my feet, and then just like yesterday, he helps me put my clothes to rights.
His eyes draw up to mine. He stares for a long time studying me like he does. For the first time, I see him vulnerable, afraid, and I’m not sure why.
“Did I fuck up, Doll? Was I too rough with you?”
“No, not too rough. Why? Were you holding back?”
He wraps me up in his arms and brushes my hair out of my eyes. “Not even a little.”
