Yours Tonight (Reign 1)

“Oh, God,” I moaned. When his hips hit my ass, the sting and heat he left only added to the sensation and made my blood pressure spike.

“You like this, baby?” He pumped, hard and fast. The sound of his skin slapping mine echoing.

“Yes, yes, so much.”

Clutching my hips in both his hands, he drove in and out, pulling me against him as he surged inside, hitting deeper and deeper with every motion.

I bit the sheets to muffle my screams of ecstasy. Blood rushed to my ears.

He kept up his insistent pace until both of us glistened with a sheen of sweat. He was prolonging this, keeping us both on edge on purpose. While I wanted to come so desperately, I didn’t want this moment to end.

“Touch yourself,” he said. I wasn’t sure I heard him right, nor what that meant exactly. He picked up on that, because he clarified with, “Rub your clit, while I fuck this tight little pussy. Now.”

I nodded and took one of my hands and reached to find my clit throbbing and wet. It was incredible that he could make me so wet that my pleasure couldn’t be contained. I began rubbing slowly at first, then the amazing sensation was too much of a tease, so I picked up speed, moving faster and faster as he drove in and out.

“Good. I feel you tensing, drenching me. You’re ready, aren’t you? You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, please let me. Please.”

Based on last time, I tried asking. Another thing he seemed to like. He slung one arm around my waist, burying himself to the hilt, and fisted my hair in the other hand and gently tugged.

I rose up until my back met his chest. With his hand in my hair, he yanked my head to the side and kissed me hard. I palmed his nape, drowning in his kiss, his body, reveling in the feeling of being totally still and totally connected.

“Feel me deep inside you?” he said against my lips.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. I’m going to stay just like this.”

I frowned. I was so close to coming, I was ready to sob. He grinned and kissed me quick, but kept his mouth against mine.

“Rub.” He unwove his hand from my hair, slid it down my body, and covered my hand that was against my clit. Together, we rubbed. He whispered something against my mouth. Like he promised, he kept still, but my pleasure climbed.

“I’m going to come,” I said.

“I want you to, baby.” He kissed me, just as my release engulfed my entire body.

A groan escaped his lips and vibrated off mine. He came right behind me. Amazement raced at the thought that just my core gripping him—clenching and releasing—was what pushed him over the edge. A sense of power and pride flooded me. He kissed me, hot and hard and slow, as we came together. Feeling each other. Getting lost.

So lost that I never wanted to be found.

~

The smell of freshly baked pastries had me groaning even before opening my eyes. After a long appreciative inhale, and I lifted my heavy lids to find myself engulfed in soft sheets, a massive down comforter, and piles of pillows. It was like sleeping in stuffing that smelled like Jack.

I sat up, realizing that I was completely naked.

The stockings were on the floor next to Jack’s clothes from last night. I didn’t remember taking them off. Maybe he took them off of me? All I remember was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, and going limp, satisfied and exhausted in Jack’s arms.

I scooted to the edge of the bed. My backside didn’t hurt, but a gentle sting throbbed from last night’s foray, reminding me of how hot and amazing it was. And the thought made me smile.

I walked to the master bathroom. My clothes were still neatly folded like I’d left them next to my purse on the shelves by the door. The bathroom was monstrous. I splashed water on my face, and dressed. I tried to compose myself and get ready to face Jack, so I could say my goodbyes and do everything I could to make a calm, smooth exit.

I was pretty sure he was in the kitchen, though the idea of leaving made me cold and already missing him. But it was a new day, weekend or not, and time to head back to reality.

With my chin up, I hooked my purse over my shoulder, walked out of the room and headed toward the kitchen.

When I reached it, my mouth watered instantly, and it had nothing to with the croissants that were on the counter, it had to do with the man hovering near the stove.