Page 77 of Surrender
Gently, I pull her shoulder so she’s flat against the bed on her back—a position I rarely see from her. Sloan likes to ride on top most of the time. I think it helps her stay in control, but I don’t want to see that hard strength right now. I want to see this vulnerable softness she’s giving me.
I press my hand on top of hers where she’s mindlessly rubbing her mound. As soon as my rough palm joins the pressured movement, she stops.
Her lids flutter open and she looks up at me. Starry pupils dilated. Lips parted. Chestnut hair splayed wildly all around the pillow. “Gareth?” she croaks through her much too large lips.
“Yes,” I murmur and drop a tantalising soft kiss on each swell of her breasts.
“What’s going on?”
“I think you were dreaming,” I reply, kissing the dip between her breasts. “Want to tell me what about?” I pull back and stare down at her. She shakes her head, so I press further. “Can I give you a happy ending?”
She looks hesitant but nods her acceptance.
I move overtop of her, her soft legs wrapping around me and gripping my sides. She looks like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, so without asking, I grasp her wrists and hold them above her head.
“Oh my God,” she moans loudly, her back arching off the bed as I press my tip between her folds. I haven’t even pushed into her yet and she’s dying for it. She raises her hips up toward me with needful wanting. Her brown eyes wide and blinking, staring up at me with a silent request to take her.
Jesus fuck, she wants me to take her. Her guard is completely down, and it’s fucking magic.
This is the moment I could take. I could kiss her. I could accept the gift she offered me earlier this evening, but there’s a part of me that feels like it would be wrong. We’ve been sleeping, and we’re not fully cognizant of our surroundings. When I take Sloan’s lips with mine, I want to remember everything about it. I want to see her face in the light when I do. I need it to matter. I don’t know what’s happening right now, and kissing her would further complicate the situation.
I sink inside of her with a smooth, deep thrust. A low groan escapes my lips as our foreheads press together and I fill her to the brim. God, she feels good. She’s fucking soaked, and soft, and tight, and ready. Like she’s clay under my hands, ready for me to do with as I wish.
I bury my face in her neck and murmur, “You’re fucking soaked. It’s going to take all I have not to come inside of you immediately.”
“Gareth!” Her breath trembles with a sharp intake of air as I thrust in again, gradual and deep.
“And you’re not in charge this time, Treacle.” I nip softly on her neck and suck. “I am.”
“Yes,” she cries, her body rolling under me.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now,” I husk, pulling back and gauging her reaction. “Because I can tell that’s what you want.”
Her eyes are wide as she groans out, “Yes, yes, yes.”
“You want that, Tre?”
“Yes!” she exclaims in clear frustration. “God, Gareth. Just fuck me.”
My fingers squeeze tightly around her wrists, an animalistic urge overtaking me from her husky command, moaning my name in the quiet dark of night. Even when I’m in charge, she has all the power.
I continue holding her hostage as I ram myself in and out of her in needful thrusts. Hard in, slow out. Grinding in deeper and deeper with each stroke. I move one hand down to squeeze her leg in a bruising, punishing grasp. I want to feel every inch of her skin touch mine. I want to be inside of her deeper than any man has ever been.
Her thick lush lips reflect in the faint light of the room. Moist and plump and begging to be fucked by my tongue. I want them for myself. I want to bite and lick them until I taste the moans of her voice. They belong to me after all. But not tonight.
If I take more in this moment, she’ll crumble. I’m also not sure exactly why I want more all of a sudden. In the beginning, I just wanted the freedom her control gave me. When we fucked and she was in charge, I didn’t have to think about my family, my past, my future. I just had to listen to her commands and appreciate everything she was giving me.
But somewhere in the last couple of weeks, things have shifted. For once, my mind isn’t getting in the way. My mind and my dick are in sync, and they want to fuck her. Own her. Make her mine in this single moment in time.
So I do exactly that. I fuck her brains out until the most powerful climax I’ve ever had tears through both of us…
…destroying everything I thought we were.
MY PHONE RINGS FROM THEcupholder in my car, and I see Gareth’s name pop up for the third time today.
Freya eyes the screen from her spot beside me. “Please tell me you’re going to answer that.”
“I’m not,” I reply and shoot her a scathing look.
