Her smile was adorable, sultry, only for him. “Oh, how many times I daydreamed about that, Zeus. Feels like a lifetime ago.” She hovered above him again, aligning him with her entrance. “Watch,” she whispered. “Watch me take you, and we can pretend I’m the last who ever will.”
If he could touch her now, he’d have sat up, tangled his fingers in her hair, kissed her deeply, and told her they didn’t have to pretend. But instead, he did as she asked, and trained his gaze on where they were about to meet. His heart sped up as her hips lowered onto him.
When she was halfway, her breath hitched, and he jerked against his binding. “Let me touch you.”
“Not yet.” Her words were strangled but determined.
“I can help.”
She gave no sign that she’d heard him. When her head dropped back, her long hair brushed his thighs, and her quiet groan grew louder as her shaking thighs lowered. None of it eased the ache growing in his balls, or the pressure building in his groin.
When her hand wrapped around his base, and she worked herself all the way onto him, his eyes rolled back.
Finally, she was seated, her hands gripping his thighs asshe leaned back, nails scoring his skin, and for the first time he felt like he was…whole.
All he could see was her. All he could smell was her. All he could hear was the thundering of both their hearts, drowning out the ocean waves outside. She looked like a vision, bent back, bare breasts lifted upward, her smooth skin glowing under a sheen of sweat from her effort. If he could have tattooed this image of her onto his mind forever, he would have.
“There’s nothing in the world like this. Being full of you,” she told him, and the last of his will to resist her ran for the hills.
He yanked at the restraint. “Untie me, Vanessa.”
Maybe it was his tone, or maybe she was as desperate as he was, but she leaned forward and did as he demanded.
The instant he was free, he turned them, withdrawing briefly so he could flip her onto her stomach. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he dragged her until her ass was in the air. He bent to kiss each cheek, then his gaze drifted to the top of the dresser, and he eyed what he’d been thinking about most of the day.
The dresser was close enough to the bed that he only had to lean sideways to grab the vibrator and lube. He dropped the tube on the bed but held the toy up in front of her. “Are you ready for your Valentine’s present?”
“You already gave me one.” Her words were breathy, panting. She blinked when she saw what he had in his hand.
“Did you think I wouldn’t see this? That I could have you here and not use it?”
She dropped her cheek onto the bed and moaned. “I was hoping you’d see it.”
“Tell me you trust me.” She had to, for what he wasabout to do with her. “Tell me you know that I’d never hurt you. That I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt and come harder than you’ve ever come.”
When she only moaned, he grasped the back of her hair, tugging lightly. “Vanessa, I won’t continue if you don’t talk to me.”
This time, her groan sounded annoyed, making him smile.
“I trust you. I always have. I want this.” She thrust her behind against his dick, and he bit back his own moan.
Squeezing out a generous amount of lube, he worked it around the toy. When he was satisfied that it was saturated enough, he flicked it on, and the soft buzz filled the room.
Positioning himself behind her, he dragged the toy through her wetness, cursing when she cried out and bucked against him. But he took his time, soaking the silicone even more in her juices before sliding it up to her rear.
He went slowly, making sure that slickness was spread all over the vibrator and her tight entrance. He teased and played with her as he prepared her, until she was a squirming, whimpering mess for him.
Leaning down one more time, he said, “Trust me?”
She nodded against the mattress. “Yes, always. With everything. Please, Jordan.”
“Tell me to stop, and I will. Remember, you’re in control.” He pressed the vibrator in the tiniest bit. “Breathe for me, Vanessa. Push back against it. It’ll help you take it.”
He eased the toy in and out, checking in with her every time he inched it in farther, making sure that it was always slick and smooth. Beneath him, Vanessa made soft noises, but she never resisted, doing exactly as he coached her.
Finally, he arched above her, pushing the vibrator in further, as he slid the palm of his free hand up her belly,between her breasts. By the time he caressed the nape of her neck, he’d inserted it all the way up to the base.
He squeezed her throat lightly. “That’s my good girl.” He slowly dragged his hand back, stopping to brush against her hard nipples and her clit, until he was fully back upright, gripping her hips, staring down at the end of the toy, buzzing lightly in her ass. “You took that so fucking well. Will you take more?”
