Page 106 of Eye of the Hurricane
“Being a virgin is not antonymous with being sex positive, you know that right?”
“Easy killer, I’m just making sure,” he laughs. “Pick one,” he demands. Well fuck. I can’t say I ever imagined myself picking a safe word. Although, I’m just a girl. So of course I’ve had one in the back of my mind just in case anyone ever asked.
Which is why it takes me less than five seconds to blurt out “Pumpkin.”
“If you need to use it, speak up, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree. He grabs the belt that he left on the edge of the bed. He walks up behind me and gathers my wrists, holding them and tying them together with the belt.
He takes a step back and slides a single finger through my folds. A cocky chuckle falls from him.
“Katherine, honey, do you like being told what to do?” he asks.
“Only by you,” I admit.
“That’s music to my ears, baby.” He’s standing closer to me now, with his cock pressed against my ass. His hands roam over the curve of my waist and down to my hips.
“It feels good to let someone else be in control, doesn’t it?” he coaxes. I nod.
“Only you.” A hum of satisfaction rumbles low in his throat.
I hear the wrapper of a condom rip open then the slippery head of his cock sliding against me. I push my hips back against him, letting him know I’m ready.
Finally, inch by inch he sinks inside. Every inch is more gratifying than the last. And when he’s filling me to the brim, it’s blinding ecstasy.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans. “And wet.” His breathing is ragged. He only allows me two slow thrusts to adjust before he begins driving into me with fervor.
There’s a persistent urge to grab or hold something. I can’t though, because my hands are restrained. All I can do is lay there and feel it—take it. Now I see what the meaning of the belt is.
“Ares, fuck… I’m—It’s,” I stumble over words looking for a single one that will tell him how I’m feeling. There aren’t any. It’s too intense, too loud, too everything.
“What was that? Cat got your tongue, honey?” He’s a cocky son of a bitch and for some reason that has me dripping down the insides of my thighs.
“It’s a lot. It’s… It’s—” I lose my train of thought in the bliss of it. He chuckles.
“I know it’s a lot, baby. You can take it though. I know youcan. You’re doing so good.” He leans down and kisses my bare shoulder, nipping it with his teeth. “I wouldn’t give you more than you could take,” he assures me. And despite feeling like I’m right at that edge, I believe him.
Pleasure builds and builds until I’m boiling over. I can’t grab onto the bed or to him for some kind of grounding. I feel like I’m free-falling.
“I’m close,” I choke out. His thrusts become harder but steadier. My entire body knocks forward with each thrust.
My moans have grown closer to yelps and whines. I’m sure my neighbors think I’m being murdered. And in the moment I can’t find it in myself to care.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, I feel him unbuckle the belt around my wrists.
“Flip on your back,” he says, pulling out. I flip and within seconds he’s on top of me and burying his cock between my thighs. “I needed to see you.” He brushes my hair out of my face. “And kiss you.” He plants his lips on mine and we fall over that edge together. Crying out each other’s names.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he says, collapsing next to me.
“You’re alright, I guess,” I tease.
“Does this mean we’re done with the whole space thing? Because I really hate staying away from you,” he admits. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“No more space, just this,” I assure him. I kiss his cheek. “And this.” Another kiss to his temple. “And this.” A last one to his lips. “Oh, and this.”
“We probably should have told someone we were leaving,” he says with a laugh.
“I’m sure they can piece it together the way you were eyefucking me in the bar. And Beck already said that he knew we weren’t coming back.”
