He must have sensed that in her response, for he drew back and looked down at her. “Stop?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered.
“Slow, then,” he said, sliding his hands up and down her sides gently. “And not until you’re ready.”
She nodded, and sighed as he lowered his lips, not to her mouth this time, but her neck. He sucked gently, awakening every inch of her flesh as he kissed her, tasted her, helped her relax away from memory and into the reality that she was with Asher. At last.
He brushed rough whiskers across her breast, making her back arch against the gentle abrasion, making her breath catch before he caught one sensitive nipple between his lips and sucked until her vision blurred.
“You deserve to be worshipped,” he murmured against her skin as he glided his mouth to the opposite breast and repeated the action there. “And pleasured until you are weak with it.”
“I don’t want to be weak,” she gasped as the very pleasure he spoke of mobbed her. “I know how dangerous it can be.”
He drew back and moved so that his face was just inches from hers. “Is that what you fear? That surrender will make you weak, open to pain?”
She nodded, hating herself for giving so much even as she hated herself for holding so much back. He held her gaze a long moment and then rolled off of her, onto his back. She reached for him with a desperate gasp, dragging her fingers across his chest.
“Please don’t!” she cried out, knowing her desperation and her weakness was clear. “Don’t go.”
He leaned up on his elbows and slowly shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere, Felicity, I assure you. But I’ve been thinking of this all wrong. I thought you were trying to control me, but it was never me. I’m not certain it was even the situation we find ourselves in. What you want is to controlyou. And I support that wholeheartedly.”
She blinked. “I-I don’t understand.”
He caught her hand and slowly drew her closer, pulling her over his body partially. He leaned up to kiss her once more and then rested back on the pillows. “I don’t need to take you. You need to take me.”
She swallowed, looking down the length of his body at the cock that now curled against his stomach, still ready. Still tempting.
“Can you…do it in this fashion?” she asked.
His lips pursed and she saw a flash of anger in his eyes. Toward her husband, toward the past. Not toward her. Then he nodded. “Oh yes. There are so many ways to do this. And I think you’ll find this one to be most pleasurable.”
“How?” she asked, heat flaming in her cheeks. She felt so foolish in this moment. So inexperienced, just like a virgin on her wedding night, though she was far from that.
“Astride,” he suggested, and her eyes went wide.
Of course. Of course that was how one would do this. She pushed herself up and slowly glided one leg over him, opening herself as she positioned her hips over his. His cock nudged her but she didn’t take him in yet, just settled over him with a deep breath.
She bent over him, her hair coming around them like a curtain, blocking out the world as she kissed him. He slid his fingers into her hair, but didn’t pull or push or demand. He let her taste him and explore him at her leisure and she shivered with the power he allowed.
And with the desire that now boiled inside of her, ready to cascade over and out of control. She shifted, sliding the lips of her sex over his cock gently. Pleasure jolted through her at that sensation and she dropped her head back with a hiss of pleasure.
She shifted again, reaching between them, and positioned him differently. Then she pressed down and he slid into her body without resistance. She bit her lip as he filled her, keeping a cry of pleasure from echoing through the house and letting the world know exactly what they were doing.
He gripped her hips with a deep groan of pleasure and she smiled down at him. He looked on the edge, just as shaky as she felt. She had done this. He had allowed her to do this. It was a heady power, indeed, to bring such a strong man to his knees.
She rolled her hips over him and ground her pelvis to his. They both groaned and his fingers tightened, but he didn’t lift to force her rhythm. He didn’t roll her to her back as it would be so easy to do. He let her buck over him, at first wild and reckless, but eventually falling into a constant rhythm. Her body hummed with pleasure as she rocked against him, a pleasure that began to build in intensity.
She slowed her frantic thrusts, dragging out the pleasure, not ready to fall over the edge, but the edge kept coming, her orgasm close, closer and then she was falling, her body spasming against him, her back arching as she muffled her cries of pleasure by grinding her mouth to his in a deep and passionate kiss.
She collapsed against him as the pleasure faded at last. He chuckled against her ear, then slowly rolled her onto her back, keeping them joined, covering her with his big body.
She looked up at him, blushing at her utter lack of control. He looked anything but displeased, however. He grinned at her.
“And how was that?”
She made a soft moan. “Absolutely perfect.”
“High praise,” he whispered as he began to gently pulse inside of her, tiny thrusts that brought her right back to the edge. “Not that I disagree. I think you are and always have been…” He swirled his hips and she jolted in pleasure. “Absolutely perfect.”
