“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth. His cock pistons with each strong thrust of his hips, and behind me, his finger pushes deeper into my ass. “God, Avery . . . I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
And then he does. His big body tenses. On a roar, he drives so deep it makes me cry out. Then I feel the sudden, hot blast of his seed erupting inside me.
“Nick . . . “ I can’t manage any more than that. I’m too awash in pleasure, too astonished by the feeling of his cock filling me, coming inside me, while his finger continues to stroke tenderly within the sensitive sheath of my ass.
I want more, even though I can’t articulate the depth of my need for him. Tonight I want nothing bet
ween us. Tonight I want to give him everything.
As if he knows all of the things I can’t say, he swiftly slides us into a new position, turning me around on his lap so that I am facing away from him, my hands braced on the edge of the tub.
“You’re mine, Avery.” His deep voice is ragged behind me. His palms slide down the line of my spine and onto my rear.
I moan in protest as he withdraws from inside me, but my complaint soon turns into a breathless entreaty when I feel the hot slickness of his seed spurting into the seam of my body. He rubs the last of his orgasm over me with his fingers, and with the blunt crest of his erection.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby. Whenever and however I want you.”
“I am. You know I am.” I gasp the words, arching shamelessly into the slick heat of his probing touch, his ready cock. “Show me that you believe me, Nick. Take me.”
His answering growl is pure animal, so primal I nearly come from just the sound of it. With one hand gripped on my hip to steady me, he slides the head of his shaft through the silky lubricant of his release.
“You’ve never had anyone here before,” he says as he primes me. It’s not a question because he’s asked me once before. “I’ll try to go slow for you, but it’s not going to be easy. Christ, you get me hot. You’ve obsessed me, Ms. Ross.”
“Good.” I don’t even try to mask my satisfaction. Nor can I curb my soft mewl of longing when he presses the tip of his cock into the ring of my anus. “You’ve obsessed me too. You’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
“Baby, I’m so hard for you,” he utters softly, and at the same time he gives a gradual, yet firm thrust of his hips. “Push against me a little. Open for me.”
I obey his commands, trusting him completely. Needing him desperately. My body gives as his takes, breath by breath, inch by erotic inch. He is gentle, but strong. Patient, but determined.
I don’t know how he manages to break me in so tenderly when each fraction that he sinks into me seems to test every ounce of his control.
“Tell me if this is okay.” His voice sounds strained behind me. “Are you all right?”
I nod, more than all right. I’m on the verge of breaking, overwhelmed by sensation and the even greater arousal that comes from feeling his care with me. One hand guiding his cock, he reaches around me with the other to stroke my clit. Pleasure throbs across all of my nerve endings. As soon as I start to come, Nick pushes inside my ass.
And, oh, God, it feels good.
He’s barely begun, and yet my orgasm slams into me in wave after wave, electricity pulsing through my veins, into my limbs, into the marrow of my bones. The fullness is intense, commanding all of my attention even as my body splinters in a hard release.
“Avery.” Nick starts to move, his thrusts slow and shallow, giving me all the time I need to adjust to this new sensation, this darkly erotic new pleasure. His breath saws out of him. He is trembling beneath me, his iron control clearly at war with his body’s own needs.
“Fuck, baby . . . what you do to me.”
I moan in response, grinding against his touch, spurred on by the low sounds of arousal he makes as we continue to move together. His cock swells within me. His tempo tightens, quickens.
When he comes an instant later, he roars with the violence of his release.
“I love you,” I whisper, unable to hold it back. I’m too vulnerable in this moment, laid bare for him in every way. “I love you so much it hurts.”
He shudders deeply, murmuring my name as his orgasm slowly subsides. He pulls out, only to shift his body until he’s covering me from behind. His strong arm snakes around my waist, holding me against him as he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder, claiming me.
Marking me as his.
I tell myself it’s enough.
This passion we share. This insatiable need for each other that neither of us has known with anyone else.
I tell myself this is the way that he shows me I mean something to him, that he cares about me.