He stepped closer, pushing right up against me as he slid deeper. It would have been awkward if I hadn’t been so thoroughly, shamefully soaking for him. I let out a long moan and clasped my arms around his back as he pushed all the way into me, filling me completely. I squeezed my legs shut against his hips and that changed things again, making both of us gasp.
“I love fucking you,” he said. “When I’m not with you, I dream about fucking you.”
My brain and my heart did somersaults.
His hands went out to grip my hips...but at the last moment, he must have remembered my bruised hip because he grabbed my waist instead. He held me in place as he started to thrust, slowly at first but getting faster, those thickly-muscled thighs and tight ass giving him the power to really go at me. I threw my head back and luxuriated in the feel of him up inside me, so big, so gloriously wide, stroking against me, angled up so that he hit me in just the right spot—God!
Ribbons of hot pleasure were starting to swirl their way upward, spreading out to every part of me, flaring into fire when they touched my breasts or lips, anywhere he’d touched me. I started to jerk my hips towards him, wanting more of him. The table began to shake as we slammed our bodies together as hard as we damn well could. My hands came down to clutch at his ass, digging my fingers into the solid muscle there.
He sped up again and suddenly he lifted me and thrust his hands under my ass, cupping my cheeks. I groaned as he began to squeeze and knead me there in time with his thrusts. I’d been rocking back and forth a little before, but now his hands formed a firm little seat atthe edge of the table, holding me in place for him. I groaned low in my throat as the increased friction sent me wild. Every thrust ended with a grind of his groin against my clit and I could feel the pleasure drawing tight, bursting free—
I came, eyes squeezed shut, legs and arms wrapped around him, shuddering helplessly against him.His.He groaned as my body squeezed at his cock, but I didn’t feel him come.
When I regained my senses, he was moving very gently inside me. “Are you ready for more?” he asked in a low, utterly filthy voice.
More?I was still panting. Buthell yeahI wanted more. I nodded.
He lifted me up to standing. And then turned me around to face the table. He pushed me up against it so that my groin was at the edge and then pushed gently on my back.
I got the idea, and the thought of it made a dark depth-charge of heat sink down to my groin and detonate there.
“Open your legs,” he said. I’d never heard his voice so thick with lust.
I stepped my legs apart. I was still wearing my heels and that meant my ass was higher than the table top. If I wanted to put my chest down on the surface, I had to arch my back like a cat and tilt my pelvis...which of course, from where he was standing, was pretty much offering myself up to him. Again, I felt the heat of his gaze, this time licking down over my lower back and ass, eating me up. “Christ, Sylvie,” he muttered. “You’re incredible.”
I’d turned my head to the side and was breathing a little fast. There was something about this position that made me—not nervous, exactly, but sort of weak and heady. Something about not being able to see him, about having this big, powerful man right between my spread thighs, with no warning of when he was going to—
Ah!The silken press of him against my lips, pushing mein,and then me opening to him and the hot surge of him right up into me. I let out a high little cry as he went deeper than before, deeper than he’d been up on the roof.God!I felt the slap of his balls against me, the press of the thick base of him against my lips, and I realized hewas completely buried in me, as deep as a man can be. Instead of pulling back, he stayed there for a second, grinding in slow circles, and it felt amazing. He leaned right over me and bit the back of my neck, just barely nipping the skin with his teeth. I shuddered and moaned.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he said, “since that time you bent over the ropes in the ring.”
I flushed, remembering it.Me too.
He kissed down my spine, as low as he could reach. Then he took hold of my ass and began to thrust. Almost immediately, I was rocketing up towards another orgasm. The way I was tilted up to meet him meant that, while my ass was in the air, my clit was rocking against the edge of the table. And he could go even harder and faster like this. He began to grunt as he pounded me and I threw my arms out over my head and grabbed for the far edge of the table. I knocked something heavy—a coffee mug, maybe—and it went spinning off the table and I heard it shatter. Then I was clutching, white-knuckled, to the wood. The orgasm was expanding inside me, filling me up, ready to burst. I had my eyes closed but, even if I’d opened them, I wouldn’t have been able to see him. I was bent over and being ravished by some faceless stranger and it was filthy and raw and utterly hot, but at the same time safe. Because I knew it was him, and I knew he’d never hurt me.
“God,” I gasped. “I’m going to. Going—to—”
“Go on,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “Come for me, Sylvie. Be mine.”
That pushed me over the edge. I threw my head back and groaned and cursed, pushing myself up with my hands and arching my back like a bow, and his lips found mine and we kissed as he shot and shot inside me and I shuddered around him.
36
AEDAN
I wokeup with a start and then listened.What was that? What the hell was that?!
It took me several seconds to realize that the thing I could hear wasquiet.No trucks. No clatter of chains and whir of cranes.
I wasn’t in my apartment near the docks. I’d done what I never did: stayed over at some woman’s place after sex.
And then my brain caught up.Sylvie.It wasn’t some woman I’d picked up in a bar. It was my angel, and we were finally together. A warm calm descended on me. I smiled in the darkness.
I rolled over as carefully as I could. There she was—sound asleep, her black hair fanned out across the pillow. Her lips were slightly parted and she looked utterly serene. I could only see her bare shoulder, but I remembered her peeling off her dress before we fell into bed, which meant she was naked under the sheets. If I just pulled them back, I’d see every gorgeous inch of her….
I got up before I could succumb to temptation. I was wide awake and buzzing with energy, even though it was still the middle of the night. Why? Why wasn’t I cuddled up with Sylvie, in the same deep sleep? God knows we’d fucked hard enough to be exhausted.
I found my shorts and pulled them on, then stumbled to thebathroom. It was only when I turned on the light that I saw it. Something was different about me. I looked...normal.I looked like a boyfriend. Some guy that Sylvie had met at a coffee shop or on the subway. A nice, normal guy who could take her on dates and buy her presents. Someone, somewhere, had granted me my secret wish—
