Breaking the kiss, he kept his mouth close to hers and pumped his hips in and out, hard and fast, leaving her no other choice than to request her orgasm. Mary’s eyes slowly widened, as if in shock by the power of the sensations. Then she whispered, so soft and tender, “Sir, may I come for you?”
Passion slammed into Elliott’s chest that was both unexpected and wonderful. His muscles tightened in pure possession. Sir, may I come for you… Such simple words, yet the meaning was anything but simple.
He heard the longing in her voice. The sadness that her submission had been forgotten, and the peace she found muttering those words. He saw how much she needed him, how connected they were, and in his hold, he wanted her to stay there forever.
“Darlin’,” he drawled, as his cock swelled, growing harder with his rising climax. “Come anytime and I’ll come with you.”
He pumped his hips, thrusting savagely into her, and his balls immediately drew up close to his body. Heat soared up his spine, almost seemingly pooling into his heart. When she screamed out her climax, her inner walls squeezed him. With each wicked pulse against his shaft, tears rushed down her cheeks as she jerked ever so slightly with her orgasm.
His cum shot from his cock, yet he couldn’t look away from her. All focus on himself vanished as she stole his mind. Those tears became his only thought. Before his orgasm ended and her trembling stopped, he flipped over onto his back and held her to him.
She sobbed.
He did exactly what he had been aching to do: He held her, showing her he never would let go if she’d only allow him the right.
Chapter Thirteen
Elliott awoke to the sun shining through the window with unusual warmth at his side. The white duvet was tangled between his legs as he glanced next to him, finding Mary snuggled in to him. He gently turned on his side, not wanting to wake her.
She looked so peaceful with her eyes shut as she slept. So damn pretty. He found himself a little surprised that she had stayed over. Yet he thought that hadn’t been a conscience choice, either. They had one helluva night, and even he noted the exhaustion in his body after all of their lovemaking.
Mary made him feel young again. His body reminded him that he wasn’t that young.
Unleashing all his adrenaline and emotions had left him dropped into that hazy state that he used to enjoy so much in his younger years. Now he preferred an easier life, without so many complications.
Though Mary was a complication he wanted to keep. He sought to spend many more mornings like this with her. Unable to stop his desire to be closer to her, he traced his finger down her face, moving off the soft strands of dark hair.
She moaned softly and the sweet sound cut straight to his heart. This he had wanted for more years than he dared to count. A woman he could wake up to in the morning and live a life with, yet a woman he could also sexually dominate at night.
Mary, in all her perfection, could give him that life.
She breathed deep with sleep, and his nasty divorce filled his mind. He’d married Kate when he was young and not fully understanding what he wanted from a life partner. More important, what he wanted from a submissive.
This woman, though, she was different.
Special.
When she looked at him, she broke his world apart, opening it to unknown possibilities. He brushed his finger through the strands of hair by her face, and her eyes opened.
“Hi,” she whispered.
“Good morning.” He continued to stroke her face. “Did you sleep well?”
“Incredibly well.” She snuggled her head against her pillow and shut her eyes, falling in to his touch.
Yes, darlin’, just be here with me.
Elliott allowed himself the moment to appreciate the tenderness between them. Though when Mary tensed, he frowned, anticipating her next move. Her eyes snapped open, the dark distance clouding in their depths. She shifted on the bed, putting space between them.
Coldness swept into his bones. He had hoped they’d moved past this. Now he realized whatever the reasons were that brought her to his hotel room last night no longer remained on her mind. He couldn’t hide the curtness in his voice. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” she asked, avoiding his gaze.
“Put distance between us.”
She sat up, pulling the sheets with her. “You know why this is hard for me.”
All he knew was the fury that filled his chest. Perhaps he allowed himself to think that her coming to him last night was a step in the right direction. His mind spun as he pushed off the duvet and rose. “No, I don’t know why.” The warm air brushed across his naked flesh as he narrowed his eyes on her. “I hear what you keep saying, yet your body tells me something else.”