Falling In (The Surrender Trilogy 1)

Lucian fed his index finger into her wet pussy and she moaned, her body rocking into his hand. He was in no rush. It was important she learn to savor the journey and control her body’s reactions. He’d teach her tolerance of the most excruciating pleasures in the weeks to come. Excitement jittered through his bones.

Withdrawing his dewy finger, he glided it to her back entrance. She tensed as he pressed into the tight opening. “Relax.” He teased her rosette and reminded, “You have a safe word. Do you want to use it?”

Slowly, she shook her head, hooded crystal eyes meeting his challengingly. She grunted quietly at the subtle intrusion.

“Push, Evelyn. Press into my touch and your body will accept me.” She squeezed her eyes closed. “You can do this, baby, push.”

Her eyes opened as the endearment was whispered from his lips. She was breathtaking in that moment, watching him with brave, lust-filled silver eyes. Her need was evident in the tang of her scent, the arch of her spine, and the seductive curve of her plush mouth. Biting down on her plump lower lip, determination setting her features, she pressed down on his finger.

The tip of his finger slipped past the delicate tissue and penetrated her hole, sinking deep, and she whimpered. His finger and thumb clamped down over the wall separating the digits, and glided in and out in tandem. His arousal became a fire burning in the wild, unable to be contained.

Lucian blanketed her with his strength and held her there as he took her body places her mind likely couldn’t follow. He pinched down on the swollen bud of her sex, and her jaw locked as her neck curved. Eyes forced shut, she breathed through the intense orgasm as he fucked his fingers inside of her. Flutters of untried muscles pulsed against his digit as he held it inside of her.

“Feel it, Evelyn. Adjust to it. You need to get used to it so you’re ready for my cock in the weeks to come. I plan on taking every bit of you and filling every virgin hole you have with my come. I’ll show you how to accommodate me here, how to suck my cock, and how to enjoy every minute of it while pleasing me.”

Her rapid breathing was loud. He was pushing her. Lucian rewarded her submission with a few quick licks over her clit. She moaned and writhed. His finger withdrew from her tight hole and plunged back in. This time her resistance was less. He continued to torment her clit, whispering words of love over her tenderized flesh as he kissed, nibbled, and sucked, all the while driving his finger in and out of her ass.

When he plunged two fingers from his other hand into her sex and pulled her clit tight between his lips, flicking the bud with his tongue, it became evident that her pain transcended to pleasure. Like strings cut from a cluster of balloons, he watched as all her thoughts seemed to float away. She writhed, moaning, appearing disconnected from her body, floating, floating, floating, until she eventually settled back to earth like an exhausted feather falling to the ground. Lighter, looser, replete.

His fingers grew slippery with her release. He drew out her orgasm, then flipped her to her hands and knees.

Her shoulders trembled as his fingers undid his pants. The sweet curve of her ass was too tempting. His cock pressed at her hot center, bathing in her arousal. His palm slapped one rounded globe and he drove into her pussy, burying himself and nearly driving her to the floor in the process. His palm, still hot from the slap, gripped her hip as he plowed into her. He should’ve laid a blanket down, but the two of them were too far gone to consider such things. He’d have to make it fast so her knees didn’t get burned from the carpet.

Lucian focused on his release and two pumps later he was filling her. Cries of pleasure, hers and his, filled the room. They collapsed to the floor in a puddle of flesh and limbs. He pulled her to him and kissed her damp temple. Declarations of love built in his throat, but he held them back, knowing they wouldn’t be reciprocated.

As his strength slowly returned, he stood and lifted her to the bed. She wasn’t yet asleep, but her eyes were closed. She smiled and sighed softly. Lucian went to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself, wet a cloth, and returned to her. Bathing her pussy, he gently kissed her knees and folded her legs together, easing her into a more comfortable position. When he returned from the bathroom the second time, she was asleep.

Chapter 38

Dynamism

A style of play in which the activity of the pieces is favored over the position