Page 92 of Beauty
“God, you are?—”
“Yours.” I land another smack.
Her body shudders, her breathing choppy. “Noah, please.”
I rub my hand over her flesh, smoothing the sting. “Good girl. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she sobs, pushing against me.
Unable to deny her, I make quick work of unbuckling my belt and shoving my pants past my hips. My aching cock pitches forward, as desperate for her as I am. “This what you want?” I clutch her wrists again, this time wrapping my tie around them and securing it tightly.
She nods, her face buried in the cushion.
I smack her ass, and she yelps. “Tell me. Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Shove it inside me. Fuck me. Now.”
This moment couldn’t be more different from our last time. Or even the first. Those moments were flooded with emotion. Tonight, my sole focus is on giving her what she asked for. After this, she’ll understand that no matter how I have her, she’s mine. It’ll never just be fucking for us.
When I finally push into the tight cunt I’ve been dreaming about for years, my ears ring in blinding pleasure.
Her warm body sucks me in. I let it guide me deep, only stopping when every inch of me is sheathed inside her and my pelvis hits her ass.
Her cry brings me back to earth as she squirms beneath me. Shit. I took her too fast.
I slide my hand to the front of her neck and guide her up, pressing her ass tighter to me, then drag my lips to her shoulder, her neck, her cheek. “I’m sorry, baby.”
She throws her head back, huffing. “Please don’t.”
She only wants a fuck, and that’s what I intended to give her, but now that I’m inside her, I can’t hold back. I thrust forward a little, and when I slide easily through her slickness, I do it again.
“Shh, let me take care of you,” I murmur.
With her wrists bound between us, I can’t take her any deeper, but she still feels like heaven. I graze her breasts and continue over her abdomen, only stopping when I reach her clit. The swollen bud pulses on contact, and when I pinch it, she cries out and spasms around me.
With every swirl of my fingers, she gets wetter, drenching me in her pleasure until I’m drowning in it.
“You feel so good, sweet cheeks. So fucking tight and wet.” With each gravelly word, her breathing comes faster and her pleas become more desperate. “Are you going to come for me, butterfly? You going to give me what I need?”
As a keening sound slips from her throat, she rolls her hips back, chasing her orgasm. “Yes. Please, yes,” she chants.
I push her down against the couch and fuck into her hard, drawing back until the ridge of my crown teases her opening, then slam back into her. The sight of my length glistening with her arousal causes a tingling sensation in my spine. Teeth gritted to hold back the need to come, I focus on her back, where my jersey is bunched up but my name between her shoulder blades is still visible.
Sienna Harrison.
At the thought of the future I crave, my nerve endings light up and my instincts kick in. I fuck into her harder while tearing at the knot of the tie to release her arms.
“I need your mouth.” I pull out and spin her around, then bury myself inside her again.
She leans in for a kiss without hesitation, and another piece of my world clicks into place. That move alone seals the deal for me. If she thought this was just about sex before, there’s no way she does now. Her hot mouth is on mine, her tongue tasting, her teeth nipping. Like she needs me as badly as I need her. With the globes of her ass clutched in my hands, I stride for whatI’m certain is the master bedroom based on the layout of my apartment and Hannah’s.
I don’t look away from her as I step into her room, though later I will want to study every detail so I can see where she finds solace. Right now my focus is on her. I lay her back on the mattress without slipping out of her and spread her out before me, my fingers finding her clit again.
As I fuck into her hard, she wraps a leg around my hip, keeping me close.
With hooded eyes, she assesses every inch of me, like she’s familiarizing herself with me.
I do the same. She’s the most beautiful woman in every room, but like this, with the light of the moon casting shadows across her face, she’s ethereal. Just the sight of her makes it hard to breathe.
