Page 63 of Carver
“You had no intention of sleeping!” I growl accusingly. “Were you just trying to drive me out of my skin?”
“I’m at the point where I don’t know if I can be gentlemanly. I was hoping to either cool down or have you come at me like a wild animal.”
“You want me to be ungentlemanly too.”
I’ve always loved Dom’s smile because it was so rare. When it happened, you felt as if you’d earned it.
“Something like that,” he admits almost sheepishly.
“What should I do? Roll on top of you and ride you like I need it or I’m going to combust?”
“Yes.” His pupils dilate fully in an instant. They were big before, but now they’re entirely blown out. “That sounds excellent.”
I throw one leg over his hips, straddling him. We have nothing at all between us, which is exactly the way it should be.
We’re in the privacy of our own home. Our own bedroom. In our own bed.
To anyone else, that’s something that they’d take for granted, but not me. I don’t know that I’ve ever taken a single minute with his man as anything other than monumental.
Beads of precum glisten at his tip, shining in the lamplight. I brush my thumb over his head and then down his length.
He groans, but that changes to a much louder, more ferocious sound when I sit on his cock. I tease him by parting my legs further and running him down my soaked, swollen slit and then back up. His cockhead bumps my clit, which practically makes my eyes roll in their sockets. I tease him, coating his length in my arousal, but I tease myself too as he keeps bumping up against my clit. I keep going until we’re both panting.
I clutch his shoulders and pull him close. He’s so strong that he makes it seem like nothing to loop his arm around my waist and pull me in close as he sits up. I gasp, throwing my hand up over his head, but he clears the sloped ceiling by a few inches.
“Oof. We’ll have to be careful with that.”
“I should be careful with you.”
I sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting down just a little, but hard enough to make him grunt. “What if I don’t want you to be careful?”
“Is that what you want?”
“I’m so freaking wet. What I want is for you to be inside of me. However that goes, it’s going to be good.”
I roll my hips, causing his length to slip back down, almost right to my entrance. As soon as I put my hand between us and line him up, he shivers from the effort of holding himself back. I love the feel of his blunt head stretching me as he surges forward. I’m so wet, but he’s thick. I have to stretch around him, but it’s a delicious ache that leaves me breathless. Literally. My head spins from lack of oxygen, black spots dancing in front of my eyes as I look into Dom’s face.
He’s concentrating so hard. Trying to go slow.
I dig my nails into his shoulder to hold on while he withdraws and pushes forward to fill me again. On the second time, my hips roll with his movement, my body as eager as his for the thousand sensations snowballing inside of me like an out-of-control avalanche.
When he drags his cock back, pulling out, I lift up on off of him and press back down slowly. Agonizingly. Deliberately.
My leg muscles quake, the shivers extending up into my belly.
Having him inside of me is so good. It’s too good. I have zero ability to hold myself back or keep myself from coming. Once I feel the climax starting, all I can do is let it happen.
I try to distract myself by kissing him, but after our mouths crash together, it turns into something hot and desperate that only magnifies the pleasure from every single thrust. Dom goes wild, kissing me eagerly. I never know how hard to push without causing him pain, but he sets the pace. He strokes my tongue with his, kissing me deeply and almost brutally. He strokes my tongue almost to the same rhythm that he plunges inside of me.
He brackets my waist, digging his fingers in lightly against my hip as he picks me up and slams me back down. He increases the pace, destroying any chance I had at not coming apart at the seams. He unravels me by slamming into me, his cock hitting so deep inside that it’s not just pressure that builds. It’s a colossal explosion.
“Love the way you feel,” he growls against my lips. “I can feel how badly you want to come.”
I wasn’t waiting for Dom’s permission or anything, but his words tip me over.
The climax isn’t like the first one in the kitchen or the one after that, on the way up here. I can’t give in to this one because it takes me over. I have zero control over the waves of pleasure that rock me so wildly and viciously that all I can do is surrender.
Everything inside me goes as bright as the sun. There’s only heat and pleasure so acute that it’s joined by a bite of pain. “God,” I whimper against Dom’s lips. “Oh my god.”
