“It’s a little late for that.” He stood proudly, hands on his narrow hips, thick thighs and long limbs planted on the carpet, his enormous, erect male member pointed directly at her.
“This will never work.”
His lips quirked. “It will work. Trust me. But not yet. I don’t think you’ve achieved the heights that you’re capable of.”
He lay down on the bed next to her. “Roll over so that you are face down.”
Every time she obeyed one of his commands, Dex experienced a bone-deep thrill. His bride was so beautiful. She trusted him enough to roll over and bury her face in the pillow, her body quivering slightly.
He’d reward that trust, that sweet compliance.
He moved into position over her, parting her legs slightly to allow his cock to slot into place inside the soft, smooth heat of her thighs.
She tensed beneath him.
“I’m not going to take you, yet. This is a position that will give you pleasure.”
She made a soft sound, a moan, of protest? But this was his night, his rules. He wouldn’t take her, not yet. She turned her head to the side, her curly red hair like fire licking the white pillowcase.
He slid between her thighs and when he found the wetness lubricating his way he groaned, kissing her cheek, the back of her neck, while he moved slowly, angling upward to stroke over her core.
She understood the aim soon enough, moving with him, finding her pleasure.
Damn. It was all he could do to hold himself in check. He longed to bury his cock in her to the hilt but not before she orgasmed again. Not until she cried out his name and begged him to take her.
“Please.” She rubbed against him, angling her hips up so that he nearly slipped inside her.
“Not yet.” He held her wrists against the bed, controlling their movements. She whimpered, but complied, going still under him. He let go of one of her wrists and moved his hand beneath her, using his fingers and his cock to pleasure her.
She began to shudder, her breathing coming in gasps. She was close now.
“Come for me, Ana. I know you can do it.”
“I . . . can’t,” she moaned.
“You can. Don’t try so hard. Let yourself float into it.”
“Oh . . . Dex. That feels so good.”
The sound of her voice speaking his name made his heart stop for a few beats.
Finally, he felt her body tense and then loosen as she moaned her release. He continued stroking her with whisper-soft movements, drawing the final little twitches and gasps from her until she lay still, panting. “You’re my good girl,” he whispered in her ear.
He rolled her over, notching himself into position.
She stiffened, her whole body tensing.
“It may hurt,” he said. “I’ll go slowly.” He eased into her a mere inch.
She gasped, cried out with pain.
He stopped, holding himself in check.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice sounding strained.
He stared into her eyes. They were wide, frightened.
“Just get it over with.”