Seven doesn't hold back. He doesn't ease off when I whimper. He trusts me to tell him if I need him to stop—to use my safe word. And something about the fact that even thoughheis in control,Iam the one with all the power makes this so much better.
As my whimpers turn to broken moans and my legs begin to shake, Seven lets out a shuddering groan. "Fuck!"
Then he's snaking a hand beneath me, strong fingers slipping through my hip crease to find my dripping pussy. His thighs, flexed hard as marble, beat against the backs of mine with every thrust, rocking us forward. Making me have to dig the heels of my palms into the earth to keep us steady as he takes what he needs from my body.
But Seven doesn't ever onlytake.He gives in equal measure. When he starts to circle his fingers against my clit, I know I'm going to come for him so hard it might ruin me.
"Seven," I moan, "I'm going to…"
"Fuck, I know. I know, baby."
He grunts, and I hear the strain in the sound as he fights against his own release, his fingers on my clit frantic as they beg me to orgasm. His next groan comes out choked, and he drops his head against my back, muttering curses against my flesh.
"Harder," I beg, and Seven uses his grip on my waist to piston me against him with every thrust. Each time he bottoms out inside me, there's a beautiful ache that reverberates through my whole body, and if he keeps going just…like…that…
I come so hard on his cock that my vision blurs and my heart stutters from the force of it. It ravages through me like an electrical current, making everything go deliciously,achinglytaut.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he growls, not slowing down, but fucking me through my orgasm until tears scatter from my eyes. “One more,” he demands. “I want one more.”
“I can’t?—”
“You can.”
He rubs my clit in fast, tight circles. “You will. Because I’m not coming until you do it again and I amveryclose, Ro.”
His admission sparks something in my core and I gasp.
“That’s it, baby. That’s my—ugh. Fuck.”
Seven's broken cry of pleasure undoes me and I scream as I clench around his cock and see stars.
“Good…girl—”Seven buries himself in to the hilt and lets go, spilling inside me with a guttural sound that echoes all around us.
He falls against my back, and his body heaves with every strong inhale as he catches his breath. Twitching at every flutter of my pussy as the aftershocks of my orgasms pulse through me.
When I can see straight and Seven's breathing has slowed, he turns his face to press a warm kiss to my back and slips himself from my still pulsing pussy.
I crawl on unsteady legs, turning to face him, and sit awkwardly sideways to avoid letting my bruised ass and sore pussy touch the ground. He watches my throat bob through hooded eyes, scanning my face and body where I know I am streaked with dirt and grass.
"That was…" I start, but can't find the right word to explain what that was to me.
Seven clears the gap between us in one motion, his hand curling around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. He kisses me hard and sweet, covering my body with his, leaning into me in a way that tells me without words how he feels. A shiver rolls down my spine, making my toes curl as Seven's thumb brushes along my jaw.
When our lips part, he lets his forehead fall against mine and exhales in a sigh, his eyes closed like he's at prayer.
"Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"
There's real worry in the knot between his brows, and a lazy grin pulls at one corner of my mouth.
"Did I hurtyou?" I counter, and his eyes crinkle at the edges before he presses another kiss to my lips.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
I let him take my weight, lifting me to my feet. But when my legs wobble, he chuckles and sweeps me into his arms instead. I lean into his warmth as he takes me past the sleeping hives of bees toward the honey shed.
The latch clicks, and Seven carries me inside the dark room that smells of sweet nectar, earthy wax, and cold steel.
"Hold on," he says, and I tighten my grip around his neck as he uses one hand to tug a canvas sheet down from a shelf and lay it over the stainless steel table before he seats me atop it.
