I nodded again, and after a moment, he kissed me.
“Jesus,” he said, drawing back and touching his lip. “You’re bleeding.” He pulled at my lower lip to inspect it. “You broke the skin. Were you in pain?”
I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I don’t know. Kind of?” I said. “But it felt amazing, too. I think that’s the hardest I’ve come yet.”
“Damn it, Olivia, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard the last part.
My chest heaved as I searched his face. Was he mad? Why was he cursing at me?
“I have to know if I’m hurting you, or else how can I trust you when we’re having sex?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I said it felt good, David. I came really hard.”
He sat all the way on the floor, his back against the bedframe. “Shit. Are you in pain now?”
“Not at all.” I shook my head, still riding the bliss of my seriously intense orgasm. “Did you finish?”
He just stared at me, so I looked down and found my answer. He was hard, swollen, and glistening with my juices. I turned around, and with my back to him, I climbed astride his lap.
“Olivia,” he protested. “You don’t have to—” He stopped as I took him in my hand. My pussy greedily devoured him in one plunge.
I sat motionless, savoring the sensation of his thick, pulsing cock stretching me. I didn’t think I could come again, my body was wrecked, but he feltso fucking good.His hands parted my hair and pushed it over my shoulders, so it hung around my face. He kissed my spine softly and began to undo each hook of the pink corset. Once it hung open, he slid his hands underneath. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, running his hands over my skin. He reached around and grasped my breasts while moaning against my back. “I love you.”
Goose bumps ignited over me as his lips brushed my shoulder. His arms clutched my back to his front, rocking me slowly onto him. I turned my head so he kissed my cheek and the corner of my lips. “I love you, too,” I rasped.
He loosened his grip on me, and I lifted to turn around and face him. He held himself as I leisurely sank onto him again.
With my hands in his hair, I said, “That’s better.”
He put one hand on my face and smoothed the other over my hairline before kissing me slowly. Urgency flowed from him to me, and our hips began their own dance. He touched me, circling his fingers over my clit.
“I can’t,” I protested. “This time is for you.”
“You can,” he said, moving his fingers faster.
“David,” I whimpered.
“God, I fucking love being inside of you. I own you like this,” he said quietly. “When I’m buried in you this way, you have nowhere to go, no way to escape. You’re finally mine.”
He kissed me heatedly during the slow, rippling orgasm that his fingers and his erotic words sparked. It started between my thighs as if his hand there had ignited the fire now blazing through my veins. I gasped, but he held me still, forcing me to breathe into him as I threatened to float away.
We continued rocking into each other. His hand moved into my hair, and he pulled it when he came. It felt like a promise of forever, him fisting my hair and coming, holding me so close to him with an arm around my back the whole time and for moments after.
His face fell into my neck, and his shoulders swelled with deep breaths. “Are you okay, really?” he asked.
“It was intense,” I whispered. “Good intense. But I don’t think I want to try anal anytime soon.”
His arms relaxed around me, but he remained serious. “You have to tell me if it’s too much. Promise?”
I nodded.
In bed, he lay on his back, and I draped one arm across his chest.
“I like you in lingerie,” he whispered into my hair.
“Thanks,” I murmured, tightening my embrace on him. I ran my foot along his leg, wondering how I’d always despised cuddling. “Did you get everything done at work today?”
“Not really. It’s never-ending.”
