“Oh God.” She lifted. “Okay.” She hovered. “Thank you.” She came back down.
He pushed in a little deeper, stirring his fingers in a slow circle opposite the steady cycle of the vibrator.
Her throat worked. Her body trembled against his arm. “Ri—”
“I’m here.” He cut her off on purpose, not wanting to hear that name on her lips, and stirred again, going a little faster, a little deeper. “I’m right here.” His cock pounded to be inside her. His balls ached from the strain of holding back the need she incited simply by breathing. “Tell me what you want.”
Her hand wielded the wand of the vibrator while she clenched around his fingers. “I want…I think I’m ready…”
That’s all he needed to hear. He pulled out of her quickly and pumped an unholy amount of lube into his palm. Quickly, he rubbed his hands together to coat both with the specially blended gel. He massaged her with the heel of his hand to slick up her entrance and keep her entertained while he coated his dick with the rest, layering it on so thick he’d have a cushion of lube around the base of his shaft after she seated herself.
“Lift up.”
She rose up onto her knees, churning the vibrator furiously as she went. He looped his arm around her waist and angled the head of his cock into position. “Stay still,” he breathed into her ear. “No rushing this. Don’t move until I tell you to.”
Her breath hitched and her muscles quivered, but she held the position while he fed himself in to the halfway point. He stopped there because she bit her lip and started to rock her hips—ready to take over.
“Go.” He slapped her ass, and she was off to the races, riding that dildo hard and fast, lifting up until he almost slid free and then surging down to take him deeper each time. He kept his hands moving over her, stroking her legs, gripping her hips, burying one in her hair while he kneaded her breasts.
After a few energetic minutes, she paused to catch her breath and flip her tousled hair away from her face. It tumbled around her shoulders, revealing her breasts overflowing the lace confines of the bustier. His handiwork. Her stomach fluttered.
He sat back against his heels, pulling her with him, letting gravity do the work for them. She resisted at first, leaning against the brace of his arm, pushing her weight into her knees. Her body trembled.
“Do you feel me filling you?”
She let out a breath. Sweat gleamed on her forehead and beaded on her upper lip as she cautiously seated herself on his lap. “Yessss.”
“Ar—” Holy shit, he’d almost called her name. He bit it back and forced his mouth to form other words. “Are you ready for more?”
“More?”
He cupped her ass, parting his fingers around the spot where their bodies joined. His fingertips reached low, curled under to massage the drenched, swollen folds that plumped every time the vibrator gyrated.
She whimpered. Her lips opened. He took hold of her chin and pushed two fingers into the soft, warm cavern of her mouth.
Her body bucked, shuddered, and her eyelids drifted low over eyes more blue than green in the lengthening shadows slanting across the room. A long moan rushed out from deep inside her as she climaxed. Muscles clenched and released in rapid waves, milking forth the release he’d been holding back. He had the satisfaction of seeing her eyes glaze before his own urges took control.
Energy surged. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and rose to his knees, lifting her in the process. She fell forward, vibrator abandoned, and scrambled to catch herself. One hand curled around the ball-shaped cap to the footpost, and the other grabbed a fistful of comforter. As if in slow motion, she raised her eyelids and brought her gaze to his in the mirror. In those gleaming depths he glimpsed eternity.
The next thing he knew he was on the move, grasping her hips and holding them still so he could deliver rapid-fire, tit-jostling, flesh-slapping thrusts. Her breath exploded from her lungs. Color flooded her face.
Words tumbled from his lips, uncensored. “I wish you could see this, Czarina. See your perfect ass framed by lace, packaged up so pretty just for me. See me claiming it. Tell me it’s mine. Tell me.”
“It’s yours,” she panted. “Yours.” And then, incredibly, those inner muscles began to twitch and spasm again. She cried out his name—over and over—until it echoed in the air, the room, and his mind as he lost himself.
Chapter Fourteen
Arden felt the bed move, felt a weight lift off her, but couldn’t work up the energy to open her eyes.
Firm lips pressed a kiss to her temple. “Stay there,” a voice whispered.
Check. In her mind, she lifted her hand and gave a thumbs-up, but in reality, she might not have accomplished more than a muscle twitch. The sound of footsteps padding off to the en suite bathroom alerted her to the fact that she was missing the chance to watch Rider prowl around naked, but checking him out would require turning her head and opening her eyes, and that was a little too much to ask of herself right now. Instead she attempted a silent inventory. Physically she was all there—a well-used assemblage of weak, heavy limbs, and raw, tingling, but oh-so-satisfied parts.
Mentally, things were harder to quantify. Thoughts and emotions pulled at the
edges of the happy blanket the climactic release of hormones had woven. She batted them back as best she could and clung to the contentment, but one persistent worry sneaked past her defenses.
How are you going to walk away from this man?