I stop behind her, leaning back to flick the light off. My eyes adjust to the blacked-out room, knowing her other senses will heighten with her sight reduced. Lanie’s soft, quick breaths increase the longer I make her wait, not knowing what will come next.
Winding my hand around her stomach, I haul her naked form back against my fully clothed body. The cry I draw from her lips soothes me, her head thrown back against my shoulder as she seeksthe comfort of my mouth. I draw my fingers up between her breasts, catching her jaw to tilt her head farther back.
Lanie’s hand wraps around my wrist, squeezing, though she doesn’t pull away. My mouth hovers over hers, her sweet breath cloying my mind for a second before my lips sink against hers, drowning in the taste of her as she arches back, but only so much as my hold allows.
She breaks free from my kiss with a strangled noise that shoots straight to my cock. “You don’t have to hide who you are with me, Cord.” Her lips brush mine with every word. “Stop holding back, please.”
Christ, hearing what I want from her, tonight of all fucking nights, shatters something already fractured deep inside me. I laugh softly. “You have no idea who I am.”
“Show me.” Her mouth finds mine as she pushes up on her toes, her kisses hungry and desperate.
I’m not the only one who has something to lose in this game.
I squeeze her roughly and slide my hand between her legs, the heel of my palm grinding hard over her clit. Two fingers dip between her thighs to find her drenched. A strangled sound tears from her lips as I stop playing with her swollen, slicked flesh and delve inside, stretching her walls with two fingers. She flutters prettily around me, leaving me hard and aching at her back and so damn ready to fill her.
“Eager, babe?” I murmur, my tongue tracing the curve of her ear.
She grips my arms tight. “Cord, please—” Wide eyes seek mine in the darkness.
Relentless, I pin her to my chest, facing into the darkness as I work her clit quickly, knowing it won’t take her long to peak and crash. And when she does this time…I slide my thumb over her slippery flesh, stroking up to circle her sensitive nerves.
“You thought I wanted to use you like a show bunny before, didn’t you,” I coo against her ear, licking the shell as she shivers for me, already so damn close. Hell, I cantasteher need scenting theair as it drips from her. I tip her chin back until she strains on her toes for me. “Let me show you that you’re not one of them to me.”
I trace over her taut nub with light fingers, drawing soft moans from her lips. The false calm before I shatter something inside her. Pleasure shoots through me; she’ll give me one of those stunning screams like she did back on the ridge when I finally claimed her there. I use her own fluids to draw her pleasure to the surface with gentle strokes, her hips undulating beneath my fingers as I work her. I’m well practiced at getting what I want. Her soft whimpers against my mouth have me close to bursting, but I will my own desire back as her nails draw tracks in my skin. I bring her to the edge once, then again.
“Break for me, Lanie,” I purr, stroking a finger over the top of the tiny bundle of nerve endings and then circling around it, never quite touching her where she needs contact the most.
She trembles in my arms, clinging to me. “I need you,” she whispers against my mouth.
I smile slowly, tracing directly over her clit in a series of increasingly soft taps until she teeters on the edge of her lust, her body strung tight in my arms. “Thank you, Lanie,” I murmur lovingly as I lighten my touch to the tiniest scrape of skin against skin, eking her pleasure to almost painful heights. Her shivers start again.
Tap, tap, tap.
Moans tear faster from Lanie’s lips as I tip her over the edge of her orgasm in a series of rapid flicks designed to take her euphoria and shred it into a stunning and painful overload all at once. Her body tries to fold in half with the power of her pleasure as I rip the sweet orgasm from her and replace it with a ferocious thing that wracks her body in harsh tremors. Lanie’s beautiful cries fill the room as she comes for me, until the shudders subside and she’s listless in my arms.
I let her go and she slithers bonelessly to the floor at my feet, collapsing in a heap of sweat and slick. My heart pounds as I stare down, her trembling limbs unable to sustain her weight in themoment. The scent of her pleasure permeates my room. I spread my legs apart so she curls in the negative space between my feet, completely spent.So damn beautiful.But she’s not one of the bunnies I usually play with.
This is the woman I want my forever with, no matter what that looks like right now. I bend to reach for her, but Lanie beats me to it. Her chest heaving, Lanie stretches up, her gaze heavy as she presses her naked body to my denim clad leg.
Her hands glide upward, shaking with the last of her energy as she palms my thighs. Dozy, just-fucked eyes stare up at me in the darkness, less than a glitter, filled with the sort of intensity that I recognize. I make no move to help her, only watch as she crawls her way up my body, stopping when she rises on trembling knees to free my cock from my jeans.
My breath, already short, hitches as her hot lips wrap around the head of my cock. She licks the precum from the tip and works her tongue along my length, swallowing as much of me as she can. I groan, flexing my hands at my sides, but not touching her has never been my strength.
I give in to the deep-seated need, tangling my hands in her hair as I hold her close, massaging my thumbs at her temples. This time, I don’t try to control how she touches me, letting her play and explore as she likes. Her hair slides between my fingers as I pet her, stroking her scalp. She plays with my balls, sliding her hands into my pants to tease me, tugging gently. I swallow back a moan as my hips jut forward. Hell, much more of this and I’ll be the one on my ass.
Kneeling for her is a privilege I’ll enjoy.
“Take what you can,” I murmur, pressing a hand lightly to the back of her head in encouragement, wondering how far she’ll be able to fit me into her throat. Maybe that’s something we can practice another night.
If we have a future together. If she’ll let me.
A second later, I have my answer as her nose presses to my lower belly, and a deep moan tears free from my lips. All thoughtescapes my mind. I fist her hair gently, moving with her for a few pumps before I pull her back, unwilling to spill myself in her mouth tonight. I want to sink deep inside her and love her in my bed. Whether that’s rough and fast like this afternoon or something else, that’s up to her. I’ve had my playtime. Now she gets to call the shots.
I kneel to scoop her into my arms and place her on the bed, pulling the covers back. Her body winds into the space, small and fragile as I arch over her, needing to feel her against me, beneath me.
“Please, can we…” Lanie breaks off, winding her arms around my neck, and buries her head in my shoulder.
I nudge my chin to her cheek, curious. “Show me what you want, beautiful,” I murmur, wary of startling her in this mood.
