A second, even more powerful orgasm swept through me, the tidal wave effect perfect in every way. I lolled my head to the side, unable to see or think clearly. Every sound was muffled. This was what pure ecstasy was like. Who knew? Not this girl. I could feel a smile coming on as he sucked on my clit.
That was almost as delicious as everything else.
At some point, I became vaguely aware he’d risen to his feet. I could also tell my body was being slid down the table until my legs were off the surface. But I just didn’t care.
“What do you want?” he asked. Every time he leaned over me, I wanted to pull him down. So I did. I arched off the table, wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling him down until our lips were almost touching.
“Everything,” I managed.
“Are you certain about that?” His voice was little more than a whisper.
“Uh-huh. Absolutely.” I didn’t wait for him to take the hint. I kissed him. Hard. Full of passion. As if I’d never been kissed before.
The angle was strange, but the moment was perfect. He thrust his tongue inside, exploring the darkest recesses of my mouth. The time for foreplay was gone. This was about him taking what he’d already promised he’d claim.
Still lightheaded, the taste of him was even more incredible. I didn’t care that I was tasting myself on him. It was sexy and unbridled, keeping me on that very edge of being able to let go with him.
I sensed when he’d had enough, eager for more when he pulled back, taking a moment to nuzzle against my ear. His whisper was hoarse and determined. “Then I’ll be happy to give you everything you need.”
Need.
The word held so many definitions.
But I knew what I needed at that moment.
Every inch of him.
He stood to his full height, taking a step away. Just being able to bask in such a dangerous, masculine man without his clothes was a sheer pleasure, more so than I’d experienced. What was it about him that was so powerful to my system? He could command any room, even in just a towel.
And he certainly was able to command my body. If I’d wanted to ignore him, that wouldn’t have been possible, less so now that we’d kissed.
A single kiss had altered my way of thinking.
And created the kind of burning desires few women were lucky enough to experience in their lifetimes.
Every step he took was predatory in nature and when he was looming over me, I eased to my feet. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife and it was delicious and sinful. I placed bothhands on his chest, kneading his muscles while he took several deep breaths.
The connection between us wasn’t just electric. It was cathartic.
He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me against him. Yet this time there was no kiss, only a fiery look of complete control over his conquest. Without saying a word, he turned me to face the table, bending me over as if a true caveman.
Excitement rushed through every cell and muscle, my core completely on fire. My breathing was labored, the short bursts of air barely enough for my lungs. As before, stars floated in front of my eyes and I was captured not only by a man, but by the knowledge of what he could do.
Both with pleasure and violence.
I knew that instinctively. I didn’t need internet clippings or wild accusations to prove the point. He was perhaps the most lethal man I’d ever met or would.
While I’d seen his tender side, this wasn’t one of them. He rubbed the flat of his hand down my back until I suddenly felt a single finger sliding ever so slowly down the crack of my ass. It was his way of telling me he’d claim every hole as often as he wanted.
With my hands planted on the table, I was prepared when he kicked my legs wide open. He shifted his hand, squeezing his fingers around my neck as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy then slowly slid it between my butt cheeks.
Perhaps with a man like Sasha there was never any pretense. This wasn’t romance, although with the jerks I’d experienced in my life, this was as close to being the perfect date as I’d ever had. When he pushed his cockhead against my pussy lips, I didn’t tense. I wasn’t worried.
My lips were pursed in eagerness, my pulse racing. Even my blood pressure was higher. I could feel that in how lightheaded I’d become.
He toyed with me, or perhaps he was worried he’d hurt me after the experience earlier. When he continued rubbing the tip up and down, I grew almost frustrated, spouting off words I had no idea would affect him. “Don’t be gentle with me. I don’t need you to be tender. I just need your cock buried deep inside.”
His sigh was heavy, but without restraint, he thrust his cock inside. For a few seconds, we were locked together, the intensity of our bodies reacting together something I would never forget.
