Page 88 of Caught in the Axe
Practically vibrating, I pulled out the box of condoms I’d optimistically bought after returning home from our Boston trip and shucked my pants.
Once I’d sheathed myself, I kissed my way up her body. Then I captured her mouth and lined myself up.
“Yes,” she cried as I sank inside her, slowly savoring her heat. This was so much better than I remembered, and I’d spent a lot of time remembering those nights together.
Every thrust was betterthan the last.
With her head tossed back, she spread wider, taking me deeper, and I swore I was losing my mind.
“You feel incredible,” I gasped. Damn, I wasn’t sure I’d last. “You’re so perfect. Like you were made for me.”
“What if I was?” She gasped. “Made for you?”
Fuck. Those words just about did me in. I gritted my teeth, holding tight to the last vestiges of my control.
Withdrawing, I shifted back and kneeled, then lifted her legs onto my shoulders.
When she focused those hooded eyes on me, lightning surged through my veins.
“Just like that.” I pushed inside her, reveling in the tight fit and the way she cried out. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Using her legs as leverage, I focused on deep, hard strokes, keeping an even pace to make this incredible feeling last.
“Tell me you thought about it,” I said, bottoming out and loving the total control I had over her body. “Tell me you thought about how good it was when I fucked you.”
She writhed underneath me, clinging to my forearms. “Yes. I thought about it all the time. No one has ever made me feel this good.”
Fuck, my ego might never recover.
“Good. Because no one ever will. You’re mine now.” I grunted. “This pussy, it’s mine.”
I was going hard now, pounding into her so violently those glorious tits shook with every thrust.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“I’m yours,” she cried, digging her fingers into my arms. “Please, I’m close.”
“You wanted to make me watch before.” I hissed. “So rub your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you come.”
With her teeth pressed into her lip so hard I worried she’d draw blood, she nodded and slid one hand down to where we were joined and rubbed slow circles around her clit. Instantly, she tightened up around me, making me see goddamn stars.
“That’s it,” I encouraged through gritted teeth. “Give me a good show.”
She was laid out in front of me, totally powerless and chasing her pleasure. I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from this.
“Good girl. You’re so tight. I’ve been dreaming of feeling you come all over my cock again.”
As her muscles began to clench, I unleashed, thrusting hard and fast.
“Yes,” she cried, trembling and arching her back. One hand still rubbed her clit while the other pinched her nipple.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she rode out her orgasm. She was so beautiful and so damn sexy and 100 percent made for me. There was no other explanation for the intensity of these feelings.
I’d spent decades living a careful, controlled life. Being strategic and always planning ahead. But this woman had taken all of my careful constraint, my strategy, and patience, and she’d ripped it all to shreds.
With her, I was reduced to nothing but a beating heart.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
