Page 17 of Powerless
"Still got a little left in you, huh?" He nipped my shoulder. "Let me feel it, sugar."
His hand began a slow, sensual descent down my belly before I smacked it away.
"I'm almost there, just don't stop."
"Mm, I love when you tell me that." His hand returned to my breast, rolling my aching nipple between his fingers as he kept on with his steady thrusts. The stamina and control he had was mind-boggling to me. He never came until I did at least once.
The gentle build-up between my thighs ramped up as Reaper teased my nipples. I began quivering, tingling in all of my extremities as he sucked my earlobe and moaned against my neck.
"Fuck, that's so beautiful," he rasped. "Come for me."
I pressed back on his thrusts with soft whimpers, desperate and frenzied for a release that was inching along far too slowly. Reaper never tried to rush me there. He wrapped around me like he could spend the rest of the day just touching and teasing me.
"Fuck," I panted, squeezing my trembling thighs together like a vice. I was chasing a feeling that was always just out of reach.
"Relax, sugar. Just let it happen." He kissed my cheek in a way that was all too endearing for a man like him. "You feel incredible. I canfeelhow close you are."
"Ugh," I grunted in frustration. I was dehydrated, hungry, exhausted. No wonder I never used to care for morning sex.
"You sure you don't want me to touch you?"
"No, too sensitive."
"Here," he pressed on my back. "Roll over."
I rolled onto my stomach as the solid wall of his chest lifted away from my back. The next thing I felt was a playful smack on my ass.
"Keep them legs closed," he chuckled before pressing my hips down into the mattress.
When he started thrusting again, new sensations exploded within my body. Now the bed underneath me added indirect pressure to my clit, along with my thighs still squeezing together. His cock stroked inside me at a new, deeper angle. Instead of tiptoeing toward a release, I was now sprinting at full speed.
"Oh...God...fuck!" The moans and expletives left my mouth faster than my brain could catch up. I gripped the sheets in my fists and held on for dear life.
"That's my girl," Reaper groaned, his hips bouncing off my ass with each tireless thrust. "Come all over my cock."
"I'm gonna...God...Reaper..."
While teetering on the edge, I felt his body lean over to hover above mine. His lips skimmed over my nape as he whispered, "Mariposa…”
I hurtled over the edge and shattered into a million pieces. Reaper pressed one final, deep stroke inside me before he let out a shuddering moan against my back. The spasms and convulsions did all the work for us, drawing my orgasm out longer while milking his release deep within me.
By the time my orgasm subsided, I had no energy to even lift my head and rest it on Reaper's chest.
"That did it," I mumbled into the twisted, rumpled sheets. "You didn't just break me. I'm dead."
"Death by orgasms," he laughed breathlessly, running a hand down my spine. "What a way to go."
Seven
MARIPOSA
Imust have dozed off again, because Reaper's smack on my ass jolted me so hard I nearly hit the ceiling.
"Ugh, no. No more," I whined, covering myself with the sheet. "I need at least twelve hours before I can go again."
"Same here, sugar," he squeezed my shoulder as he kissed my neck. "It's coffee and breakfast time. For real, now."
I rolled over to find he was half-dressed and in the process of putting on a shirt. Giving him my sweetest, most alluring smile, I said, "Will you bring some up for me?"
