Page 64 of Take Me to Church
Those filthy words he said to me in the hotel have been marching through my brain like a never-ending parade, so the demand makes me flush with heat. It also makes me do as he asks. I turn, facing the wide expanse of smooth wood and slowly lower my upper half to the surface. It's cold against my nipples and cheek as I turn my face so I can continue to watch him.
Christian studies me, his gaze dark and languid as it drifts over my bent body. He slowly rolls his office chair until he's positioned directly behind me. When his fingers slick along my slit, I gasp.
And my knees buckle.
"Hands on the edge. Hold on." The words are barely out of Christian’s mouth before he strokes my clit, splitting two fingers around it to tease up both sides.
I flail around to get my arms in place, barely managing to wrap my fingers over the edge as he continues teasing me with a remarkably accurate touch, giving my already throbbing clit a few teasing touches before moving away. I gasp as his teasing finger eases into my body with a slow stroke.
"Are you sore?" The question is surprisingly gentle given the harshness of his previous requests.
I shake my head, the motion stunted by my position. "No.”
"Good." A drawer pulls out beside me as Christian gets to his feet. A condom wrapper falls to the desk beside me a second before his big body blankets mine, his weight pinning me in place. The prod of his hard length teases against me as he sucks at the spot where my shoulder meets my neck.
I instinctively try to push back against him, seeking out the same full feeling I craved last night, but I can barely move, so all I manage to do is grunt in frustration.
Christian chuckles, his breath warm against my skin. “Greedy girl.”
Is that what I am? Maybe.
And maybe I’m a little proud of it.
Proud I’m finally starting to take what I want. What I deserve.
The air rushes from my lungs as the head of his cock fits into place and his hips rock, giving me the tiniest bit of what I’m craving. “Christian.” I sound whiny, desperate. “Please.”
“Shhh.” His lips move against my ear as his hand slides around to the front of my body where it hangs off the edge. “I’ll take care of you, Lydia. I promise.” His fingers find my clit, expertly stroking with a steady touch that makes my legs start to shake.
And then he pushes into me, the stretch of his cock and the slide of his fingers already too much to bear. I barely have time to take a breath before I’m coming, gripping the edge of his desk as I rock back against him, taking everything I can.
Then I collapse against the wood, panting and boneless.
Christian slides from my body, still just as hard as before.
I turn, craning my neck as I try to regain my bearings while he peels the empty condom free and tosses it in the trash.
“Wait.” I straighten, keeping one hand braced on the desk as I move just in case my legs decide to give out. “You didn’t—” My tongue ties, caught on a word I didn’t know existed until I was twenty.
Christian pulls his underwear back into place, but leaves his pants undone, looping one arm around my waist to pull me close. His lips whisper across mine. “That’s not what this was about.”
That was what it wassupposedto be about. I was going to offer him the same pleasure he’s offered me. Prove I’m not just here to take from him. “But—”
Christian nips at my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth before letting it free. “No buts.”
He pulls away, grabbing a box depicting a handheld air pump from behind his desk and passing it to me before picking up a larger box and carrying it to the center of the room. “Now help me set up our air mattress.”
24
CHRISTIAN
"COMFORTABLE?"
Lydia's limbs are heavy where they drape across my chest and legs, effectively answering the question I couldn't stop myself from asking.
I want her to be happy here. I want her to be happy with me. I want her to see what's between us the same way I do.
I want her to know this is something real. Something that doesn't come along every day. I would know. I've been watching it happen to my brothers over and over, waiting years for the day it would happen for me.
