Then he started to move.
Hard. Fast. Relentless.
Each thrust rocked my whole body forward until my breasts dragged against the sheets. His balls slapped against my clit with every stroke, sending sharp bursts of pleasure-pain through me.
One hand stayed clamped on my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. The other slid up my spine, fisting gently in my hair, tilting my head back so he could lean over me, mouth at my ear.
“Gonna tie you to this headboard someday,” he whispered. “Wrists bound tight, blindfold maybe. Make you wait for it. Make you beg before I even touch you.”
A broken moan tore out of me.
The image of me helpless, spread, and at his mercy sent fresh heat rushing between my legs.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” he murmured, teeth grazing my earlobe. “Being tied up. Unable to move. Just feeling me take you apart until you’re crying for it.”
“Yes.” I gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “God, yes.”
My thighs shook violently. My grip on the headboard turned white-knuckled. I was so close again already, teetering on the edge.
His free hand slid down, gathering my slickness and dragging upward. I jolted forward when he circled my back entrance.
“Someday, I’m gonna fuck you here too.”
His thumb pressed firmer against that tight ring. Not breaching, just steady, insistent pressure that sent a jolt through me I wasn’t expecting.
I froze for half a heartbeat.
People did that—anal, backdoor, whatever they called it. I knew they did. I’d read about it, heard my friends discuss it, seen it in porn I’d scrolled past out of curiosity more than anything. It always seemed too . . . intimidating. Like something other women did, women who were bolder and braver than I was. Like Nessa and Parker. I bet they’d both had loads of anal sex.
Hmm, poor choice of words.
I had never pictured myself craving the stretch, the vulnerability of it. But with Bennett’s thumb pressed against me, rubbing slow circles while his cock plowed into my pussy . . .
I wasn’t so sure anymore.
“Would you like that? My cock in your ass while I fuck you with one of your toys?”
Curious interest bloomed low in my belly. My hips rocked back instinctively, chasing the dual pressure, like I couldn’t decide which sensation I needed more.
“Bennett—”
“You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to fill you up?”
I screamed when his thumb pressed harder, lodging inside my hole. “Yessss.”
“Good girl,” he growled.
The orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name, back bowing, walls clamping down so hard around his cock I could feel every pulse, every ridge. The pressure of his thumb in my ass only intensified the pleasure.
I sobbed through it, body convulsing.
“Arabella.” He groaned my name like a prayer and a curse all at once. “I love you so fucking much.”
His hips slammed forward one final time as he buried himself to the hilt. Hot, thick pulses of cum spilled deep inside me. No barrier, just the raw heat of his release flooding me, filling every inch of space he’d stretched open. My walls clenched around him instinctively, milking him through it, drawing out every low, broken sound from his throat.
