Page 106 of A Baron of Bonds
My breath was short, my need for him screaming, urging to beg him to take me. He caught my eye with a small upturn of his lips as he watched the turmoil on my face.
To my horror, he rose from the water, stepping out of the tub and wrapping himself in a towel, leaving me there to please myself alone without the presence of him right beside me. Without his hard body over mine to complete the space I held in this world as my other half, the piece of me contained within him.
I gripped the sides of the tub to stand and he was there, guiding my hand back down between my legs and wrapping a towel around my shoulders. “Don’t stop,” he instructed again, but gently, as if he expected me to forget his command.
Just as I was about to break, just as I opened my mouth to beg for him to take me, he pressed his lips to mine, stopping the sound before it could register, urging me to keep going.
I gave a small cry on his lips in frustration, and he returned with the slide of his tongue over mine, rendering me incapable of speech, rendering me breathless as he bent to pull me up onto his hips. My legs wrapped around his waist, and my hand continued my pleasure, brushing over him in turn.
Dripping wet, he carried us to our bed, his mouth still over mine, one hand holding the back of my head as he laid me down, so heartbreakingly gently I wanted to cry, to explode, to plead for him to release me from this build that still rose within me.
He left my lips, pressing himself to my thigh to give me room to continue his bidding. He turned my cheek so it lay flush with the quilt below us. His breath traveled hot on the underside of my jaw as his lips skimmed over my skin, sending flares of pleasure throughout my body, enhancing each swirl of my fingers, now picking up a steady, continuous pace.
“Rev—” I began to plead.
“Don’t,” he growled, pressing his thumb to my lips. “Stop.”
Fuck.
I was going to shatter and he wasn’t even inside me. He wasn’t even kissing me where I wanted him to, where my fingers now circled furiously.
I couldn’t open my legs any wider, and unable to stop my impending release, the stretch of slight pain from trying to was hardly registered as my body rocked and I exploded with pleasure. My hips rose in an urge to find more, more,more.
I cried out, my blood rushing through my veins, the pain in my open thighs tight as I slowly released myself from the stretch of them.
“Beg,” he ordered, fitting himself between my shaking legs, pulling my hands up above my head, and hovering over my body in a promise of the more I wanted.
“Please,” I rasped, my plea halfway out of my mouth before he thrust inside of me.
A deep moan escaped me, my body open and welcome to what it wanted, what I was absolutely willing to beg for on that bed, in that room, in that space of the joining of our bodies—the ultimate completion of who we were and what we deserved from each other.
He gave me what I wanted finally as he drove in and out with a wild inhibition, himself consumed by what would always be the truth between us.
My nails dug into the skin of his hand, which pressed mine to the bed leaving marks I knew would stay for hours.
“Rev,” I pleaded again, breathless, the second release stronger than the first as he slammed into me impossibly fast, and I lost myself to the time it took for him to give me what was promised.
He collapsed onto my chest, both of our lungs heaving. I gulped, my breath leaving in small moans, his face buried in my wet hair.
“We’re terrible at this,” I puffed.
“I’d argue otherwise.”
“I mean the tea.”
“Fuck.”
I rubbed my face in frustration.
He slid out from me and pulled my leg over his hip as I crashed into his chest. “It’ll be alright. We won’t do it again.”
“That’s what we said last time,” I mumbled.
“We can’t seem to keep our word.”
“Because we’ve gone so long without needing it.” I huffed, pressing my cheek against his chest to listen to his pounding heart. “We just need to get into a pattern, that’s all.”
“What if I drink it all throughout the day, so we don’t have to stop and worry about it ever again.”
