DALE WAS AT HIS LIMIT. Livvy had no idea of the extent to which she affected him. It had taken all his willpower to stand still while she removed her clothing. He had wanted to rip it off her like a barbarian, then throw her on the bed and fall upon her.
But he had also enjoyed the slow revelation of her body as she removed each item. The little scrap of lacy material she wore as underwear had completely unraveled him. The corset tightened her waist, pushing out her generous hips and buttocks, and he wanted to grab and squeeze the bountiful orbs.
He did just that. In two long steps, he stood before her, grabbing the top of her panties, pulling them up, tightening the fabric to provide friction against her core, then filling his hands with her delectable ass as he devoured her mouth in a violent kiss. A distant corner of his mind told him he probably moved too fast, acted too rough, but she wasn’t stopping him, and he couldn’t stop himself.
She unwound his necktie, kissing his neck, pushing his coat off his shoulders. When her diligent hands pulled his shirt out of his pants and slid under, caressing his back, he groaned with pleasure. He wanted to feel those hands everywhere on him, just as he wanted to run his hands over and explore every inch of her.
Her hands kept moving, sliding over his ribs and down his abdomen to cup his straining cock.
The blinding pleasure almost buckled his knees. Dale took a deep breath, removing her hand. He had to pace himself or he would come too soon. Already he was on the edge and he wanted to make this last. He had to prevent her from touching him again.
In a frenzy of need, he turned her around and leaned her against the bed. She supported herself with her arms, looking at him over her shoulder with as much desire as he knew glowed in his eyes. The vixen. She would unman him if she kept this up.
He grabbed the laces of her corset and untied them, but instead of taking the garment off, he pulled them tighter. She gasped but did not retreat. The tighter corset pushed her breasts up and out, and her overflowing hips provided a sharp contrast to the artificially created tiny waist. She was his most carnal fantasy come true. Fisting his hands on the lacy material, he ripped off her panties.
“Ow, those were my favorite panties.” She teased with a sparkle in her eyes.
He would have told her they were his favorite too, that he would buy her a whole trunk of them, but he was too far gone for teasing banter.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” He managed through gritted teeth.
Moving with cat-like grace, she readily complied, throwing him an inviting look over her shoulder. While her ass was stuck up in the air, open and inviting.
Bloody hell, he was ready to burst. He urgently undid the fall of his trousers and climbed in behind her. The tip of his erection slid against her opening, testing for readiness. She was slick and hot, and he couldn’t wait a second longer. He slammed into her with a primal growl.
The wild pleasure of pumping into her heated depths consumed him, but still he monitored her responses. She was right there with him, and her enthusiasm propelled him on. His left hand gathered her hair and pulled it back tight, lifting her face, while his other hand grasped her hips for dear life, surely leaving marks on her creamy flesh. This was madness. Frenzied need. Lovemaking at its most savage and primitive.
He watched. Watched his hard flesh sinking into her. The sight of her round ass bouncing with every bump of his hips was a provocation. He wanted to punish it for inflaming him so. Mark it, own it. Without conscious thought, his treacherous right hand lifted and came down forcefully to slap her ass.
The crack of his hand as it connected with her flesh sounded loud in his mind, parting the haze of desire. She gasped, and he froze, appalled. He had finally gone too far. He would not be able to withstand the look of disgust on her face. For an explosive moment, desire and shame warred in his befuddled brain.
Shame won, and he started to retreat. “Livvy, I’m so sorry—”
She growled—growled!—and pushed back against him, swinging her hand around and grabbing his thigh to stop him from retreating. He held her hips, trying to control her movement, to get his mind to work out what this meant, but she gave no reprieve. She continued moving against him, and he gave in to the madness.
With a few more forceful thrusts, he pushed her over the edge. Her choked exclamation of delight and the moans of her surrender to her climax fell like music on his ears, while the deep contractions of her internal muscles brought him to his own shattering release. His seed erupted forth, and he jumped into the abyss where nothing existed but this intoxicating pleasure.
He fell sideways on the bed beside Livvy, who had collapsed onto her stomach. She turned her head towards him and smiled shyly. That sweet smile, so trusting and true, after the savage lovemaking they had shared, burrowed into his heart and nearly broke it. It certainly felt as if something was cracking inside him, but instead of pain, he felt only the release of a sweet balm that soothed all the jagged pieces inside him.
Gently, tenderly, he stroked the side of her face, tucking her hair back, before sliding his hand down her back to the corset’s laces and undoing them so that she could be more comfortable. He had laced her too tight, ridden her too roughly, pulled her hair, even spanked her. Hard. He should be ashamed of his actions.
And he would be. He would have been devastated if he saw even a shadow of hurt, pain, or discomfort on her face. But he saw only contentment and satisfaction. It warmed his heart as nothing could, and in that moment he realized that here, laying by his side, was his perfect mate. The one who truly saw him and accepted him. All of him, exactly as he was.
He looked down at her face, surprised to see a wicked little smile.
“And what are you smiling about?” he asked.
“I was just thinking that once again you are still fully dressed.” She toyed with the buttons of his waistcoat as she snuggled close to him. She slid her hand inside to caress his chest under the shirt. “You really can’t be bothered to undress before sex, can you? We are going to have to work on that because your body is too beautiful to keep covered.”
He couldn’t care less about the supposed beauty of his body, but he was glad she found him attractive. And he yearned to feel her hands on his naked skin, so he slowly started to undo the buttons on his waistcoat.
“It is because you make me desperate to have you,” he explained. “The only thing I can think about is how fast I can be inside you.”
She smiled, pleased. “That was the best answer. I propose we stay naked for the rest of our stay in the pool house. It will save time when going swimming or indulging in... other activities.”
The image sent a pang of lust through his thoroughly sated body.
“I wholeheartedly support that idea.”
