It should make me feel trapped. Caught.
But it feels like I’m soaring right now. It’s pure freedom, even in his iron grip. Has anyone else ever felt this sensation? Like wind in your hair and gravity as your conquest?
It’s exhilarating and addicting.
When he stiffens his tongue and pushes it inside of my tight channel, lapping at the taste of me, the snarl that comes from his chest has my thighs tensing as they try to close around his head. But he won’t allow it. His fingers hold my thighs open for his feast.
I just know that there will be bruises there later. I’m looking forward to them adorning my skin. Like warpaint, but instead of violence it’s pleasure which is part of the revelry.
As he slides his mouth back up to suck my clit back in his mouth, two of his fingers plunge deep into my pussy. He curls them just right and finds the spot inside of me which has my eyes rolling back in my head as my back arches.
But I can hardly move.
Because he’s holding me in statis for his enjoyment. And he is fucking devouring me.
It’s all teeth and growls.
“You’re going to come all over my face,” his growled demand has me teetering on the edge.
But I don’t want to come yet. I want to keep feeling this sensation. I want to stay in this moment.
“Don’t fight it, Helen,” he demands.
And my body responds, as if it is more his, than it is my own. It’s a damn good thing that I trust him with my body. With my life.
“Soak my beard with your juices. Come, now,” he barks.
My body bends to his will and lights explode behind my eyelids as my thighs tense while I’m coated in pleasure which has me screaming his name. The orgasm rolls through me like a wave, but the sensation is so big and feels like it’s taking me back out to sea as the tsunami recedes.
I’m a panting mess as my body sinks into the bed. I feel boneless to the point I would be concerned if my brain was at full capacity. But it’s not since I’m coated in pleasure and only marginally aware of my surroundings.
Rhodes gentles his touch as if he’s coaxing my pleasure into the afterglow. And what a post-pleasure haze it is.
All thoughts of going to Hickory for anything flies out the window. The only thing I want to do is stay wrapped up in bed with Rhodes.
Rhodes chuckles as he slides back up my body. My eyes only open halfway as I look up at him. His beard is coated with my arousal, and it gives me a sense of smug satisfaction. It probably shouldn’t but knowing I’ve marked him in some way is heady and sexier than I ever imagined.
Mine. Rhodes Wilder is mine.
“Gotta say, Sweetheart,” he drawls, “I like this look on you?”
“What look?” My cheeks heat slightly at the possessiveness he’s looking at me with.
“The look of satisfaction and the way you’re eyes are glazed over with pleasure,” he rasps.
My hands slide down his sides and feel his muscles bunch under my touch. Just before I can reach his hard length, he grips my wrists and slowly pushes my hands away from him and up over my head.
“That was all for you. I was hungry and needed to get my fill,” there’s a tease in his voice.
“I want to take care of you,” my words sound small and I’m not sure why.
Vulnerability claws at me in a way I don’t like. I’ve faked being strong and sure of things. I’ve taken on the weight of keeping everything together.
The thought of having pleasure that is only mine, without giving it back, makes me feel like I’m taking something I’m not owed. It feels wrong.
“Hey,” Rhodes’s voice is low with an edge of steel as his hand wraps around my throat and uses his thumb to tip my chin up. When I meet his eyes, I know there’s no way for me to hide from him. “I realize it’s going to take time, but you’ll get used to me taking care of you. Eventually you’ll realize that giving you pleasure does the same for me.”
“But I can feel how hard you are,” I murmur.
