Edmond continued nuzzling into my neck as he ground his hips back and forth, creating wave after wave of friction. The electricity crackled between us, pushing us both to a heightened state of awareness. When he finally slipped his cockhead inside, I arched my back, my grip on the railing tightening. I’d never felt so open or alive, giving this man all of me.
Even though the storm continued to rage, we were both in slow motion. He pushed his shaft in by only a few inches, allowing my muscles to expand, accepting his wide girth. I couldn’t breathe, had no ability to focus, my mind completely foggy, trying desperately to shut out everything else but what we were experiencing.
He issued a deep growl before thrusting the remainder inside, twisting and pulling my nipples until they were ultra-sensitive, the pain washing into extreme rapture. I was dizzy, lightheaded, butterflies swarming in my stomach. Nothing had ever felt so good or so right.
As he developed a slow and easy rhythm, my muscles clamped down, pulling his beautiful cock in even deeper. Every inch of skin was covered in goosebumps, adding to the powerful sensations, moans dripping from my mouth as he fucked me. Harder and faster he plunged, driving into the deep end of my core.
With every husky sound, I was pushed closer to nirvana. Gasping for air, I tilted my head, resting it on his shoulder, pushing back against him as I accepted all he was giving me. He rolled onto the balls of his feet, changing the angle, intensifying the experience. Within seconds, a powerful orgasm thrashed through my system, lighting my skin on fire.
“Oh, yes. God. Don’t stop. Never… stop.”
“That’s it, baby. I never plan on stopping.” His words were gruff, his tone husky, adding to the thrill of the moment.
As the climax came in wave after wave, my legs shook to the point I was fearful I’d fall. I tossed my head back and forth, stars in the most dazzling colors flashing in front of my eyes. His plunges became more brutal, trying to fulfill his need, the force driving me into the hard edge of the railing.
We were drenched, rain dripping down my face, the cracks of lightning enticing his savage actions. Harder. Faster. More. He didn’t stop, the rhythm uncontrollable, growl after growl pushing up from his chest.
His body shaking, he suddenly pulled out, struggling to take deep breaths.
“What’s wrong?” I managed, licking rain from my lips.
“I need more. More of you. All of you.” When he pressed the tip against my asshole, I tensed, but a smile crossed my face. He already had all of me. There was no other man I wanted. There’d never been.
Wind whipped through the sand and trees, creating ominous whistles, the crashing waves plummeting against the shore. He slowly pushed his cock inside, sliding past the tight ring of muscle.
Discomfort kept the tension pouring through my body but within seconds, I was drifting into a wave of bliss, no longer recognizing the sounds erupting from my mouth. He eased his hands away from my breasts, intertwining our fingers together as he thrust in and out, the tenderness a beautiful moment. I no longer cared about any physical anguish. I wanted it hard and rough, a brutal reminder of our shared passion.
As I pushed against him, he sensed my growing need, pulling out and slamming inside. His actions wild and free, he continued powering into me with the ferocity of a true savage. I remained breathless, his growls mixing with my ragged whimpers, all other sounds fading away. There was nothing but the two of us drifting closer and closer to ecstasy.
There was no way of knowing how long he’d lasted, controlling his needs as he pushed our bodies. I felt embroiled in his being, a warm glow of light surrounding us almost in a protective mode. Our bodies fit together perfectly, our hearts beating in the same rhythm. Together we were a force to be reckoned with.
I could tell he was losing control, his body swaying, his fingers digging into my palms as he held on for dear life. When he threw his head back, issuing a dark, foreboding howl, I clenched my muscles, a smile crossing my face as I experienced the warmth of his eruption exploding deep inside of me.
He refused to stop, pounding me, thrusting in a frenzied manner, taking me.
When he finally slowed, dropping his head and pressing kisses against my cheek, I eased my hand away from his, brushing the tips of my fingers across his face, his two-day stubble tickling the ends of my fingers. As he held me tightly against him, I stared out at the blackened night, regaling in the sheer honesty of our passion, already hungering for more.
But there was a sadness that remained gripping my heart, a suffocating squeeze that made breathing difficult. I closed my eyes, refusing to escape the incredible moment. At least no one could ever take this away from us. No one.
As my body began to shiver, I made a silent prayer that he wouldn’t succumb to the very darkness enshrouding us at this moment. If he did, I knew I’d lose him to the rage and sorrow, the guilt and emptiness. That I wouldn’t take.
I made an unspoken promise that I’d remain by his side through thick or thin, through tragedy and strife.
And through lies and truths.
And God help us when it was revealed.
* * *
“What brought you to New York?” While I asked the question, I wasn’t entirely certain I wanted to know the answer.
“You,” William said as he leaned over the table, staring me in the eyes. When I didn’t react at all, he finally laughed. “I have a client in the area, so I thought I’d take the opportunity to invite you to dinner and here we are.”
William Villanova. I wasn’t certain why I accepted a dinner invitation with him other than my curiosity as to why he’d dare ask me out on a date. If he didn’t know how angry I was at the judicial system for failing Edmond, then he was a fool. I’d spent enough time around would-be lawyers to smell a smarmy one a mile away.
And the man oozed of charismatic charm while planning your demise. There was an ulterior motive behind his sudden interest in me.
“A client. Are you licensed to practice in the state of New York?”