They’d taken pleasure in each other’s bodies for a fleeting moment. But something was different, deeper, realer. He hadn’t forced her capitulation before, always sensing her natural inherent defenses and never challenging them. Tonight he was making it clear with each inexorable gesture that he intended to plunder, to raze, to tear down her ramparts.
There was no room for flight or fight. She couldn’t retreat to herself because he was everywhere, and she couldn’t fight back because he dominated her with every gesture. But the whole time she was in control. This was happening because she wanted it. He had the strength but used it in service to her. He took nothing without giving tenfold.
Her dress had evaporated along with his clothes. The salt-sweet scent of sweat and sex intoxicated her.
Part of her brain registered her leg plant over his shoulders, his hands skimming down her outer thighs, his face dipping between, pushing his tongue deep in her cleft, probing, tasting exploring. The first lick came slow, and his moan sent vibrations through her sensitized skin. A storm brewed, darkly dangerous and thrilling.
Every time he passed over her clit, her legs convulsed. Over and over. He didn’t miss a spot. She was going to pass out. Any second the light at the end of the tunnel would appear, not a bad way to go.
“Holy shit.”
She half sat, unsure if she spoke the words out loud. Her orgasms normally snuck through the back door. They were nice but didn’t stay long or make a fuss. This one was the equivalent to a bull in Pamplona after drinking a trough of sangria and ready to plow through a brick wall.
He sucked again.
She saw the light. Her hips rose toward it.
He sucked harder.
Many lights. Stars. She saw stars.
He eased two fingers inside her, and she forgot the whole kit and caboodle, everything, including her name, as her body exploded in one long sonic boom.
She was falling, falling hard without moving a muscle.
“You okay?”
She tried answering. It was a moan at best.
He was hard against her. Wait. She tensed. No. Not that she didn’t want it. She did. But she also wanted to eat an ice cream cone with twenty different scoops. It didn’t mean she should. But a little indulgence wouldn’t kill her.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured into her ear.
Yeah. He’d gotten that right. He had her in a place she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to leave.
He brought out a condom from somewhere. It couldn’t have been magic but felt like a sleight of hand. A minute later he was inside her with deep, insistent thrusts. There was no place her attention could wander. He pinned her and groaned.
“You. Are. Incredible.” His hands braced her hips, leading her to the Land of Lost Her Damn Mind. This was theahto theha. A light switch flicking on. What it meant to fall. And it wasn’t scary. Once you gave yourself over to the rush, the adrenaline surge, it wasn’t falling after all. It was flying.
And with Rhett, she soared.
