She gasped against his lips at the force of her need to press her body against him. He chuckled just a little, but his breath came too fast for a real laugh.
His thumb moved again, a little more roughly, and her gasp turned into a whimper.
Again, and rougher, and he was pinching her. Dree was rocking on her knees, trying to get closer to him.
His hand left her hair, and she felt his touch at her waist. The firmness of his touch dipped down to graze her hip and palm her bottom, groping her whole cheek as his fingers pressed into her flesh, and then he slid his arm around her waist and lifted her, laying her down on the soft mattress.
Augustine was so tender that she wasn’t sure she remembered the night before correctly. That brute who’d tied her hands and yanked her backward to impale her on his cock had somehow turned into this man who rolled between her legs and kissed her mouth, and her neck, and chest and breasts like he was savoring every inch of her. His body pressed between her thighs, the muscles like stones under his skin pressing into her soft flesh. Every inch of his muscular body felt like velvet or silk over steel.
His touch tonight seemed slower, every stroke elongated to wrap his hand a little longer over her legs or breasts. In the dark, each brush of his hands made her skin crave more. When he was raking his teeth over her neck, she kissed his shoulder. The scent of herbs and lemon from the hotel’s soap mixed with the faint masculine musk from his body, and she breathed it in. God, he smelled so clean and male and warm, like he was making love to her in a summer field.
He was teasing her with his lips and his fingers, driving her crazy. When he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds, the soft friction on her clit made her body clench so hard that her need for himhurt.Her whimper of“Please,”left her lips and must have dropped into the darkness because his next stroke was even lighter.
She squirmed under him, trying to drive herself down and onto him, but he was too big and strong for her. She tried pleading with him,“Do it, please,”but he ran one gentle, cool fingertip around her clit and stopped.
“What do I have to do?” she asked.“Please,I’ll do anything,anything.”
Another light tease of a stroke, a slow dip inside her, and another wet swipe over her clit.
“Please!”
“Please,who?”he whispered near her ear.
“Please, Sir!”she said.“Sir,take me, do anything to me,please!”
“Better,” he said, and he slowly, too slowly,forever too slowly,began to slide into her.
His hardness stretched her, filling her. He wasso big—that part sure hadn’t changed since last night—and he pressed forward and pulled back until his body nestled into hers.
Her hand squeezed his shoulder as she rose to meet him, and maybe her nails dug into his skin too much.
His growl and answering bite on her neck drove her higher.
His slow strokes into her seemed like he was taking up every inch of her, his cock and his touch and his herbal and male scent infusing into her until he occupied her body and her senses.
He caressed her whole body, inside and out, and she tightened and shattered around him in a flurry of pulses and cries.
Afterward, Dree’s head was spinning, and she clung to him.
Augustine held her in his strong arms for what felt like hours. After an eternity, he raised her to her feet, washed her body in the shower like she was a toy doll, and held her fingertips as she laid down naked in the bed.
“Shouldn’t I put on the tee shirt?” she asked.
He had put those wild jammie pants back on, and he laid down on his side of the bed. “No. I like you naked, so I can touch you any time I want to, so I can do anything I want to you. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her and let his thumb graze her nipple, and she gasped because she was still swollen and a little sore.
“Anytime I want,” he whispered. “Now, lay down and sleep.”
Dree had never slept naked before, ever, and it was especially hard because Augustine kept rolling over and stroking her between her legs or sucking on her breast until she was frustrated, and then stopping.
Andhe’d worn a white tee shirt with those garish jammie pants all night, so onceagainDree hadn’t been able to figure out what that tattoo on his back was or examine the one on his arm, either.
Sometime after the lunch they ate in bed, he told her to get on her knees and suck him off. She said, “Yes, Sir,” and she sucked his thick, hard length until he came down her throat.
She was a little aware that she was spinning away from who she thought she was because that whole day, she just wanted him to take her again. The muscular flesh of his body was an addiction, and she wanted him in her mouth, touching her skin, his scent in her nose, and his body moving in hers.
