She braced her palms on my stomach and lifted her hips, adding a swivel, a clench deep inside. Her knees dug into my waist as she started to ride, her beautiful body sheened with sweat in the candlelight. Sleek and agile, she blurred above me, her steady movements soon turning erratic and matching my equally wild thrusts. I was so close to losing it that I fisted my hand in her hair to slow her down, to slow me down, but it was useless.
Without conscious thought, I lifted my hand, bringing it down hard on her ass. She stopped, her mouth falling open. Then she bowed back, seeking my hand again, meeting my next slap with a tormented moan that sounded like both release and agony. I did the same to her other ass cheek, driven by the flags of color that flared on her cheekbones.
“More. Harder. Please.”
I didn’t want to hurt her, but every time my flesh connected with hers, she moved faster, soared higher. Her nipples pebbled, succulent buds I couldn’t stop sucking. And her moans… God, I’d never imagined anything more erotic.
Until she slapped me back. Heat sizzled over my chest, sinking talons of raging need deep in my gut. I roared with the burning pleasure and reared up to enfold her in my arms while I ravaged her mouth. Biting her lips, her tongue. Fucking her with everything I was and all that I wished I could be.
For her. Only for her.
Crying out, she ground against me, hitting that spot she needed. Firing us both up to the breaking point. She exploded around my cock, shaking me down to the core with the aftershocks and her guttural moans.
I barely pulled out in time. My cock jerked in my hand, my heated release striping her pale belly. Branding her in the only cocky, illogical way I had.
An emotion I couldn’t read flashed starkly over her face. Then she shut her eyes and closed me out.
God, she didn’t think I’d gone back on what I said? I opened my mouth to speak, to explain that stupid, primitive need to claim, but nothing came out except a wheeze. What had occurred between us defied speech. And sanity.
She quivered, finally lowering herself to my chest. We clung to each other in a sweaty, sticky heap. Panting like runners, shaking like junkies.
“Tray.” When I didn’t move, she tried again. “Tray.”
“Mmm.”
“I wasn’t…there never was…” She braced her elbow on my torso and somehow I raised my head. “I swear, you’re the only man I’ve ever had inside me…except—”
The roaring in my ears made me drag her down for a frantic kiss. No. Don’t say it. I’d have to hear those words soon enough, but not now. Not yet. “I trust you,” I whispered instead, repeating it as her mouth met mine.
Pretending I didn’t taste the salt of her tears.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Mia
The marshmallow melted on my tongue, the outside crispy, the inside heated, liquid sugar. So good that all I could do was moan and lean against Tray. “God. So good.”
I licked my thumb and then held out my index finger to him, loving the way he gripped my hand as he nibbled the puffy sweetness clinging to the tip. Pain junkie that I was, I’d discovered I enjoyed prying the hot marshmallow from the stick and sucking it off my fingers. It was messier that way, but I liked the blaze of heat. I especially liked the way his expression devoured mine each time I offered to share.
“You sound just like that when you come. All breathy and sexy.”
He pushed his tongue between my lips in that commanding, take-no-prisoners style I loved. Kissing him felt like breath, like life, and I hadn’t fully inhaled in years.
We’d cleaned up then sat naked on the log with the blanket beneath us. So far we’d demolished half the bag of marshmallows, stopping every other one for a serious makeout
session. My lips would be raw by morning at this rate.
From the way he kept casting hungry looks down my naked body, I was pretty sure my mouth wasn’t the only part of me that would be getting a thorough workout tonight.
“It’s not how you sound when you come,” I said hesitantly, letting my hair shield my face. My cheeks weren’t hot yet, but my new hair-hiding habit wasn’t much of an improvement.
“Don’t tell me I scream.” He grabbed another marshmallow and popped it unheated into his mouth.
He was so completely relaxed about sex and everything else that sometimes I wanted to smack him. Other times I wanted to beg him to teach me. How did I unlearn all my fears and unremember my past? How did I go back to being an innocent girl who enjoyed sex as pleasure and release and connection?
I didn’t. I couldn’t. I could only go forward.
“No, more of a snarly growl thing.” I caught my lower lip between my teeth and marveled that for once, it wasn’t split. I was remarkably bruise and wound free. My incredible new trainer pushed me through grueling sparring sessions that rarely left me looking like a train wreck. “Do you miss it?” I asked abruptly.