Buttons & Hate (Buttons 2)

He kissed me back but restrained his lips from taking me as harshly as he wanted. His tongue remained behind his teeth and he only massaged my lips with his.

I slowly grinded against his cock through my underwear. My clit came to life the second I felt the friction. The moisture immediately pooled to the surface because my body was excited to have him.

He breathed hard into my mouth as he felt me slide across him. His chest expanded with each breath and he dug his hands into my hips. But instead of pulling his boxers off and slipping inside me, he gently rolled me to the mattress.

I widened my legs to accommodate his size. I wanted to scream in joy because I wanted him so desperately. It was the first time we would have sex without the exchange of buttons.

He kissed my neck then moved back to this position he was in before.

I stared at the ceiling, unsure what just happened.

“We can’t.” He ran his fingers through his hair, the same frustration in his eyes.

“Why not?”

“Button, you’re too injured.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going to hurt you. Just be patient.”

“It’s been two weeks.” I groaned in frustration. “I can’t be patient any longer.”

“I’m sorry.” He pulled the covers over both of us. “It’s not easy for me either.”

“Just get on top of me.”

“No.”

“Is it all the bruises?” Did that turn him off? If anything, I thought that would turn him on more.

“Not at all.”

“Then—”

“No.” He sighed into the darkness, his anger filling the room. “When you’re back on your feet we’ll talk.”

I tried to ignore the cold rejection that just washed over me. I was self-conscious and hurt but my arousal still didn’t disappear. I still wanted the man beside me. I still wanted his huge cock inside me. “Please.” I sat up and leaned over him, running my hand up his chest. “Just be gentle and we’ll be fine.”

“Drop it.”

“Your slave is asking you to please her. You’re going to let her down?”

He gave me a cold look. “You aren’t my slave.”

My arousal disappeared for an instant, surprised by the heartfelt words he just said. “Then what am I?”

That was a loaded question and he didn’t have a response. He stared at me in the darkness, searching for an answer. “I don’t know.”

It was still better than slave. “We’ll take it slow. I’ll tell you the instant I’m in pain.”

“I’m worried about everything inside your body. I’m worried it might not be able to handle anything strenuous.”

“It’ll be fine.” I continued to rub his chest, trying to coax him into cooperating. My hand moved further south until it reached his hard cock in his boxers. I stroked him gently, just the way he liked. “Please...I want you so much.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Crow.” A man loved hearing his own name above everything else.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “You tell me the instant you’re uncomfortable.”

Finally. “Yes.”

He moved on top of me but didn’t touch my legs. Normally, he bent my body in impressive angles, deepening the channel for his cock. But tonight he allowed my knees to hang open just enough for his hips to fit through. His arms were placed on either side of me without touching me. His hard cock slowly pressed against my entrance.

The second I felt him I moaned.

He slowly inserted himself inside me, stretching me until his entire length was sheathed. He moaned from deep in the back of his throat, his body screaming in joy from being connected to me once more.

I dug my nails into his forearms and stared at his face above mine. “God...feels so good.” I arched my back unintentionally and felt the orgasm start the instant he was inside me. He barely moved but I missed that sensational stretching. There was nothing like it.

He slowly rocked into me, going as slow as possible. The bed barely rocked and he treated me like a virgin. “You doing okay?”

“Fucking amazing.” I threw my head back. My hair was scattered around me on the bed and my nails dug further into his warm skin. The area between my legs was drenched—just for him. My nipples hardened and I wanted him to twist them. My hands moved to his powerful shoulders and all the way down his back until I reached that powerful ass. I pulled him further into me, loving that unbelievable stretching.

He thrusts increased as I yanked him harder into me. His breathing was quiet and he kept his eyes glued to my face. “You look beautiful when you’re getting fucked.”

My hands moved up his chest. “You too.” I already felt the approaching orgasm. It started deep in my core, growing in size and strength and burning me from the inside. It migrated down my belly until it reached the area between my legs. Like a scorching wildfire it burned everything in its path. My body temperature increased by ten degrees, and my breathing went haywire. My nails dug further into his chest, practically drawing blood. “Crow...I’m gonna come for you.”