My stomach clenches as he takes a strong lead, deepening the vulnerability I’m feeling.
“You are going to come hard, and I’m going to enjoy every second of watching you let go of this world.” As he says this his fingers curl, and his palm presses hard against me.
My knees snap around his waist, and I begin to buck against him. “Oh, fuck,” I rasp over his lips. He refuses to let me look away. There is nowhere for my orgasm to go; he’s pinned every possible escape route. His hand tightens around my wrist, and his hip bone presses against mine, pinning me to the bed.
“Fucccck.” I press my head against the mattress and my eyes fall closed, but it doesn’t diminish his presence or that of the monstrous orgasm vibrating my entire being. When the waves begin to wane, a crazy euphoria begins to rush through my body.
His hand begins to move again, and slowly it pulls me away from that place. My heart begins to beat faster, and my breath comes out in short little pants. I open my eyes to find him staring not at me but at the space between us.
When he looks back at me, his pupils are dilated. He removes his hand from me to grab himself, bumping the tip of his cock against me.
“I want to be inside you,” he says, and I know it’s his way of asking permission. “Do you want me to wear protection?”
“No,” I answer quietly. “I’m on birth control.” I lift my hips, running his length over me.
His eyes fall closed, and when I do it again, he moans. The sound triggers a hunger, and I know he’s the only one who can satisfy it.
As if he hears my internal thoughts, he shifts his hips and begins to push into me. My mouth falls open, and I inhale sharply. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. It’s almost overwhelming.
He brushes his thumbs over my cheeks and slows the rocking of his hips. Did he sense my slight discomfort? I’m a little embarrassed, but he doesn’t draw attention to it. He just continues to stroke my face, waiting for me to get used to him … to this.
I think it’s the most considerate a man has ever been with me.
Rage kisses me again, and when my hunger begins to grow, I let him know by pulling him close. A moment ago it felt like it was too much, but now it’s not enough.
He pays attention to every cue, even my subconscious ones, and his kiss deepens as do his thrusts. I feel the control he’s kept over himself untether.
I slide my hands up his back, scratching my nails lightly over his skin. I pull my mouth from his to brush a kiss against the shell of his ear. “Don’t hold back,” I whisper.
He takes a moment to think about what I’ve said, and then he lifts his torso from mine, bracing his hands on each side of my head. His gaze roams between us, enticing my eyes to follow. His stomach muscles shift under his tanned skin as he begins to powerfully thrust into me, each one timed to perfection.
This is the sexiest sex I’ve ever had.
Suddenly everything becomes extremely heated, as if we’re being fused together. I wrap myself around him, wanting to smother myself in his scent, and it’s not only me who has seemed to have lost my inhibitions. His body is vibrating with need.
It’s not until I shatter in his arms, completely wrung out, that he allows himself to take pleasure in his own release. The way he looks at me as it happens sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine, and I find myself coming again.
“Fuck,” he says, letting his forehead fall against mine. He chuckles as we struggle to control our breathing. He places a soft, slow kiss to the corner of my mouth before meeting myeyes. “You are my serenity,” he says quietly, giving me the sweetest of smiles.
I trace my fingertip over his lips, staring deep into his eyes. “Does that mean you’re my rage?” I ask, content to sit here and look at his handsome face all day.
“I will be whatever you need me to be.”
He nudges his nose against mine a few times before kissing me, stirring the leftover embers of our intimacy. We make love all night, but eventually our energy wears thin. We decide to shower before going to sleep.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” he asks for the tenth time.
“I’m too tired to eat,” I say, rolling to him the second he lies beside me.
He seems a bit surprised at my quick affection, and maybe it’s because I drew such a hard line over his mattress the last time we slept in his bed together. He wraps his arm behind me and hugs me close, kissing the top of my head.
“Part of me doesn’t want to go to sleep. I don’t want to be away from you for that long,” I admit quietly.
“I feel the same,” he says, lightly trailing his fingers over my arm. “But I promise we’ll both still be here when we wake.”
It makes me smile against his skin. “I never saw this coming,” I say, running my fingers through the dusting of hair on his chest. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were angry with me.”
“Angry? I wasn’t anywhere close to that.”