Then the warmth was gone.
Silence.
Her heavy breathing and soft moans were the only thing she heard. The only thing she could understand. Until his touch came again, as he slid his hands up her thighs, and the warmth of his touch slowed her breaths. His hands weren’t soft like before. They were rougher, more demanding, as his touch traveled higher up her body, removing some wax as he went. Once he’d reached her breasts, he tweaked her nipples, pulling on the tight buds until she was arching into him, begging him to pull harder, to give her more.
Silence.
She wiggled against the mattress, so wet, soaking for him to fill her, stretch her, own her. “Maddox,” she whispered, unsure if she could take more. Handle more of him.
The wax answered her, landing right on her breast, and she heard his reply. He wasn’t finished with her. Not yet. She moaned as the warmth was a little hotter this time, landing directly on her nipple.
Silence.
That’s when she heard the click and the buzzing sounds of the vibrator she’d seen on the tray before her clit awakened under its pressure. She whimpered as more wax fell along her body right above her pussy, drawing all her attention to where he played. She moaned relentlessly now, not caring how desperate she sounded, not caring that she’d never been so loud in her life. She arched up into the vibe, rubbing herself against it.
She needed more.
Her fingers clenched into fists when the vibe suddenly sped up to a higher speed. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned, losing herself in her body being pleasured in ways it never had before. That’s when she felt something along her mouth, a soft tickle.
“Open for me, sugar.”
She parted her lips and he slipped a votive candle inside. Her mouth shut, holding tight, and she began breathing heavily from her nose. She wanted to thrash against the pleasure but the candle in her mouth kept her still, as did his hand on her neck.
She couldn’t moan. She couldn’t move. The buzz on her clit tickling in all the right ways, pleasuring her perfectly. Her fists were tight, her ass was up off the bed, her climax right…there.
Then, the mattress dipped down on her left, and the candle was pulled from her mouth. Maddox placed his hand on her pelvis, pinning her to the bed and pressing the vibe harder against her.
“Come, sweetheart.”
And Lord, did she ever.
She thrashed wildly against the bed, screaming against the heat and intensity she couldn’t control.
The next few minutes were a blur as she felt drunk from the pleasure. But soon, the vibe was turned off and the blindfold was gone and she saw him. Naked. Damp with sweat. Hungry with need. His dark eyes locked onto hers, intense and gorgeous, while he waited on his knees in between her spread legs, his condom-covered cock standing up, ready to take her.
She quivered from the power that only he produced as he leaned his hard body atop hers. He pressed himself against the wax covering her and slid his hands up her bound arms to grab her wrists, holding her tightly. He stared deeply at her as he entered her, making it as personal as a man could make it.
Slowly, he began shifting his hips, his cock sliding perfectly in and out. She watched him closely, too, seeing the way his attention moved from the ropes at her wrists to her face to her mouth to her breasts. He leaned on one arm, massaging her breast, sliding the remainder of the wax off and tweaking her nipple.
The strength of his body against hers, matched with his thick shaft stroking her inner walls, flooded weight into her lower half. She was so sensitive. Too sensitive. And as he began thrusting faster, his pelvis smacking against her engorged clit, her orgasm rose with no warning.
There, in the safety of his body against hers, in the sensations that he built to the highest peak, was where she lost herself again. His brows drew more and more together, the focus in his face becoming more and more intense as she squeezed him. Her arousal spread out between them, and she couldn’t be ashamed over how wet she was because he thrust harder, more hurried and urgent. Until he’d claimed all of her, taking her as high as he could take her. Only then did he drop his head into her neck, hold her bottom in his firm hands, and give a low grunt as he bucked and jerked his pleasure.
In his strength, her teeth clenched, toes pointed out, as euphoria didn’t glide over her—it crashed, sending her drowning in sensations until she lay boneless, breathless, unable to move even a pinky finger. She whimpered and quivered beneath him, knowing she hadn’t only been fucked by him, she’d been owned.
He continued to blanket her, unmoving, catching his breath for many minutes until he eventually groaned, his breath tickling her neck. “Christ, you come so hard and sound so fucking good. You’re making me blow far sooner than my pride likes.”