Page 49 of Conflagration
As soon as I feel his thighs tense, I release my hand from his shaft and deep-throat him one last time, unable to contain my grin as he groans. I look up to see his head tilted back, his eyes closed, his hands still tightly gripping the counter. Then I slowly pull away until his cock slides out of my mouth with a pop.
He’s breathing hard as his eyes open and he looks down on me. As I rise, he moves to grab my waist, but I’m too quick for him.
“Jesus Christ, baby. You’ve blown me before, but fuck. You’ve never taken me all the way in like that. Warn a guy next time. I just about shot my load down the back of your throat in the first five seconds.”
With a triumphant grin, I cock my head towards the bedroom. “I’m not done with you yet,” I say in a low, seductive tone as I bring my hands around my back to unclasp my bra. Just as the material falls to the floor, I turn my back to him and shimmy out of my panties. As I start to walk out of the kitchen, I look back to see him still gripping the counter. “You coming?” I ask and then walk down the hall, not waiting for his answer.
Just as I enter the bedroom, I hear his feet padding across the hardwood floor and my insides quiver with anticipation. I’m standing at his dresser when he comes up behind me, placing his hands around my waist, sliding one down until he’s cupping me in between my legs. Pulling out a tie, I glance up into the mirror in front of us, allowing myself a split second to enjoy his touch before pushing back against him. His eyes catch mine in the mirror, and I shake my head. A scowl crosses his face, and if it were any other day, I’d let him take me right here, right now, so I could watch as he fucks me from behind.
But not tonight. Tonight, he’s mine.
Turning in his arms, I hold up a necktie in my hands. “Do I need to tie you up, or will you cooperate, Branson?” I ask, watching as his eyes darken.
“Not a fucking chance,” he growls.
I cock a brow. “Fine. We’ll work our way up to that. Get on the bed,” I order.
A look of annoyance crosses his face, and I try not to grin. Branson Wellington really doesn’t like relinquishing control, and something warms inside me from knowing that he’s trying just for me.
I watch in the mirror as he sits on the edge of the bed, slowly pulling his legs up, wincing slightly when his knee bends. I grimace, having forgotten about his bum knee. But then he settles against the pillow and I allow myself to face him. The light from the bedside lamp illuminates him as I study his naked body. He’s still as impossibly hard as he was in the kitchen, and I lick my lips, still tasting him on my tongue.
"Baby, I just had my hand between your legs. I know how wet and ready you are. Get your ass over here and ride me or I'm taking you against that dresser," he warns.
Dropping the tie, I move forward, ready to finish what I started. Ready to conquer him.
His eyes don't leave mine as I climb onto the bed, positioning myself over his body with my knees on each side of his hips. I lean up, giving him a quick kiss, and allowing my pussy to slide over the length of his erection, rubbing ever so slightly. His hands come down to my hips, where he presses his fingers into my skin. Pulling back, I sit up and place my hands over the tops of his, forcefully removing them from me.
"Hands on the sheets, baby," I order. "Or I get the tie."
A pissed-off expression fills his eyes, and I hold my stare, not backing down. With a sigh, he places his hands on the sheet beneath him, and I feel triumphant.
“From the very first night, you’ve owned me completely. Tonight, just this once, I want to be the one who owns you,” I murmur, watching as his jaw tighten before he swallows hard and gives me a firm nod even though I know it’s killing him to do so.
Reaching across to the nightstand, I pull out a condom from the box we bought to use until my birth control kicks in.
He groans. "Ari, baby."
But I place a finger over his lips as I slide the condom over his erection. I feel his pain, not wanting anything between us, and I vow never to miss another birth control pill for as long as we're together.
Sitting up, I straddle him and align his cock at my wet entrance. Placing my hands on his chest, I slowly sink down on him, inch by every glorious inch. Once I'm filled fully, I nearly groan as my clit makes direct contact with his pelvis. I'm still savoring the feel of him inside me, not wanting to move and already knowing I'm not going to last in this position.
As I start moving up and down, I feel a huge rush of excitement wash over me. I rock my hips back and forth to feel both the pleasure of him inside me and my clit rubbing against his pelvis. Branson doesn't move, aware that I want this to be all me. I rise up and sink down on him, my pace increasing with each pass until I'm practically bouncing up and down on him, feeling empowered that I'm finally free to ride him as hard as I please.
Looking down, I see an almost pained expression on his face, his hands fisting in the sheets. I lean forward and brace my hands on his impeccable chest.
"Move with me, Branson," I tell him, ready for him to join in. I lift up, and when I plunge down this time, Branson thrusts up into me hard and deep, causing me to cry out. "Your cock feels amazing so deep inside me," I breathe out, and he starts thrusting up into me even harder, bringing me close to the edge.
Taking my hands off his chest, I sit up straight and bring them up to my breasts, caressing each as he pushes up into me. I feel empowered and sexy, and I ride him hard, bouncing up and down in his cock as he pumps up into me. My hips move in an undulating rhythm that matches his thrusts, sending pleasurable sensations throughout every nerve ending in my body.
"Oh yes, baby. Touch yourself," he groans then brings his hand up to my clit. As good as it feels, I want to maintain some sort of control, so I take his hand and push it aside, using my own to rub my clit. "Fuck yeah. That is so sexy," he growls, thrusting up into me harder, faster, deeper than before.
"Branson, oh fuck, oh fuck... It feels so good... I'm gonna come," I chant with each passing thrust.
As he slams up into me, I feel my walls tighten around him, and with one more stroke on my clit, waves of sensation ripple through me. My orgasm explodes as my whole body shudders from the intensity of my release. I continue rocking up and down on his cock as Branson starts bucking his hips. He thrusts into me until I feel him swelling inside me, a low growl escaping his throat as I feel him release into the condom. His hands curl into the sheets even harder than before and his head rolls back with his eyes squeezed shut.
Coming down from my high, I slow my movements until I’m completely still, my hands bracing against his abs, his cock still deep inside me. Looking down at Branson, I find his eyes closed, his face flushed, his body slick with sweat—and he’s never looked sexier. Sure, I may not have exercised full control like he usually does over me, but it was still an extremely erotic feeling, riding him and not allowing him to touch me. I’ve never experienced a high like that before.
His hands are still gripping the sheets when I lean back and hold on to his thighs for leverage. Slowly, he opens one eye then the other, but I can’t read his expression.
