Page 82 of Carnal Urges
“No. I think you look like Rockefeller Center at Christmas, Japan in cherry blossom season, and the thousand vivid shades of green in the wild moors of Northern Ireland, all rolled into one.”
Her lips part. Her eyes shine. Her throat works as she swallows. Then she says in a choked voice, “Finally, you’re making some sense,” and rises up on her toes to kiss me.
All of who I am meets her in that kiss.
Everything inside me expands at the same time it unravels, leaving me bigger than before, but also more exposed. I’m thousands of acres of unplanted farmland, and she’s the plow that’s upturned me and tilled new seeds into my dusty soil.
My heart and body aching, I lead her into the shower.
Turning her so her back is to the spray, I grab the shampoo bottle and pour a dollop into my hand. “Tilt your head back. Hands on my chest.”
She complies without hesitation, flattening her palms over my chest and closing her eyes as she lets the water run through her hair.
When it’s all wet, I move the showerhead to one side. Then I work the shampoo through her hair, massaging her scalp. She leans into me, sighing.
I bend my head and whisper into her ear, “Good girl.”
She makes a little noise of frustration. I know what she wants.
“You can speak.”
“Thank you. God, I can’t believe I said that. I’mneversubmissive. This is so weird.”
Watching her face, I move one hand between her legs and slide my soapy fingers through her folds. When she gasps, I say, “So weird you want me to stop?”
“If you do, I’ll kill you.”
“That’s what I thought. Now be quiet. Get out of your head. Just let your body feel this.”
I slide my thumb back and forth over her clit and kiss her. She shudders and digs her fingernails into my chest. When I pinch her clit between two fingers, she makes a desperate little noise deep in her throat.
I want so badly to pick her up, pin her against the shower wall, and fuck her. Hard. But I manage to control myself and rinse the shampoo from her hair instead.
When I do finally shove my dick inside her, I want her so wound up, she’ll come in instant convulsions, screaming my name.
I don’t know how much time I have before she decides this wicked game we’re playing is too much and shuts down completely.
I grab a bar of soap, turn her around, pull her back against me, and start to wash her body. Neck, chest, breasts, belly. Arms, underarms, hips. With an arm wound around her waist, I wash her arse, kissing her neck as I knead my fingers into her luscious flesh. She drops her head back against my shoulder and exhales a slow, ragged breath.
“Sweet girl,” I growl against her throat. “My pretty captive. You’re going to let me do anything I want to this gorgeous body. I’ll taste you and tease you and fuck you. I’ll spank you and give you my marks. I’ll make you get on your knees and take my cock down your throat. I’ll bind you and blindfold you, probably gag you with my tie, too. And I’ll make you come, over and over. I’ll make you glad you let yourself submit. Are you ready?”
Her breathing is shallow and uneven. Her nipples are taut. She’s a live wire in my arms, thrumming with electricity, every nerve alight,attuned to me. I feel the fight inside her, feel her struggle to let go and give in to me because I’ve asked her to, and fire floods my veins.
She whispers, “Yes. Please be careful. I think you could break me if you’re not.”
Then she exhales and relaxes against me, surrendering.
A surge of exhilaration makes my heartbeat take off at a thundering gallop. I wrap a hand around her throat. “You’re perfect. Nothing is more perfect than you are, right now. Give me your mouth.”
She turns her head and lets me ravage her mouth until she’s shaking.
I quickly wash my own body, then rinse the soap from us both. Then I bend her over the tile bench that runs along one side of the shower wall and spank her.
My hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, I spank her arse until it’s bright red, every so often stopping to fondle her drenched pussy and rub my fingertips over her swollen clit.
She takes it silently, head hanging down and legs shaking, until finally she lets out a long, low moan.
She’s close to orgasm. My cock throbs with the need to take her.
