Sarah’s naked body took him in, swaying with each pulse. Her dark eyes were wide on her face, glazed with passion, and she could see a peek of his shaft at the apex of his thrust before he pushed into her body again.
Her lower belly tightened, the passion condensing there.
“See how I’m fucking you?” he asked her, leaning over her back. “I will fuck you whenever I want to, my naughty kitten. You’re so beautiful, and I can’t resist you.”
As he moved in her, he closed his eyes and bit his lip. “Do you see how beautiful you are? Look at how smooth your skin is, the luscious rounds of your body. Every time I look at you, I want to make you writhe in ecstasy with my tongue, or my fingers, or my cock, put my thumb on your clit until you’re begging for me. I’ve already made you cry. Now I’m going to make you scream.”
His fist tangled in her hair and turned her head away from the mirror, and then he pulled away from her, leaving her empty and limp. Just as her knees were giving out and she was collapsing to the floor, Blaze caught her under her arms and crowded her until her back hit the wall.
He was staring into her eyes, the blue of his as hot as the heart of the star. Without breaking his gaze, he reached down and grabbed her knee, folding her thigh against her chest and then angling himself to sink inside her again.
He took her that way, standing up with her spine pressed against the cold plaster and her head thrown back as shivers of pleasure ran up her body.
He pumped harder.
Sarah clung to his shoulders, little sounds coming from her throat that she had never heard from herself before. Wildness crashed in her mind, pleasure driving away the guilt of what she should have been.
Blaze leaned and grabbed her other knee, lifting her leg and wrapping both around his waist, holding her with his strong fingers biting into the sore flesh of her bottom as he crushed her against the wall and pumped into her, all the while whispering how hot and wet she was and how her body drove him wild.
Even though he was holding her up, her weight forced her farther down onto his shaft, a deeper invasion rocking pleasure through her body.
The sting from his fingers on her sore bum intensified the rough thrill every time Blaze ground against her, from the bright sparks of her clit to his thickness inside.
The desire grew, tightened. Sarah gasped against his shoulder until a wave of ecstasy rolled over her. The world turned dark as sparks flickered behind her eyes. Her core clamped from the waves rushing through her flesh, and she threw her head back and bared her throat as Blaze pumped harder into her, his deep penetrations rocketing through her over and over until he pulsed and grunted, his breath harsh with his cheek pressed against the top of her head.
As he slowed, radio static filled her brain and drained the strength from her limbs. Blaze released one of her legs, and her thigh and calf dangled from her hip to the cool wood under her toes like a hot noodle.
He reached between them, grabbing himself, and pulled out of her body.
She collapsed with a groan, her knees buckling as she clutched his shoulders and clung to him because the bathroom was spinning like the house had been caught in a tornado that was whirling them away to Oz.
In the mirror, it looked like Blaze was holding a long, lumpy bag of liquid fertilizer.
He pressed her tightly against his chest with one arm and tossed the condom into the trash bucket by the sink.
Her feet flopped on the floor like flippers, one too weak to turn over properly. As Blaze gently lowered her to the wooden floor, her legs coiled like spaghetti swirled on a plate, her arms and torso heaped on top. She was a limp pile of person-pasta, a heap of female fettucine, a bowl of post-orgasmic weak chicken noodle soup.
Blaze bent down beside her, fully dressed, entirely in control, and asked, “Are you going to be a good girl now?”
Sarah gasped as she trembled on the floor and whispered,“Yes.”
“That’s my good little kitten.”
He untied her wrists, shucking her shirt and bra off her wrists, and gathered her naked body into his arms. Her head dropped to his shoulder, too heavy to hold up. The breeze from the window chilled her back.
Blaze held her in his arms for a moment, gently swinging her back and forth like she was a crying lamb, and then set her backside on the rolled edge of the old claw-footed tub. He steadied her as he leaned to turn on the tap.
Sarah leaned against his shoulder, still trying to catch her breath because her gasps sounded like sobs.
After flicking the water from the faucet a few times, he asked, “I didn’t hurt you more than I intended, did I?”
She shook her head, rolling her forehead on his shirt.
He crouched in front of her, one knee on the floor. “Then tell me what just went through your mind.”
Sarah sighed. “Don’t use too much water for me, please. It’s been a dry year, and the well is slow.”
“Ah. Then we’ll conserve water.”
