Every part of me wants to grab him and wrap my legs around him, take him inside me immediately, but I know from past experience that right now, he’s in charge, not me.
Lee leans forward and drags my tunic up to my neck, pulling off the breast bindings I wear in two short tugs, exposing my breasts. My already-hard nipples tingle in the cool air, and I almost leap off the floor when his fingers tweak my left nipple, hard.
He palms my other breast, then alternates between stroking and pinching my breasts until I’m a mess of moans. Finally,finallyhe drags a hand down my belly, arousal curling through me as he presses me into the ground, then bends down and pushes his hands against my inner thighs, spreading me wide.
I’m already dripping with need, my sensitive flesh clenching at the hot air of his breath against me. Every part of me feels empty, waiting for him to fill me, make me whole.
The first brush of his tongue is so sinful that I almost come on the spot.
Lee pulls away instantly, as if he knows how close I am already. I raise my head to catch his sharp look. He doesn’t need to speak for me to understand: we both know this could be our last chance to be together like this for… for a long while.
He’s not going to let it be over so quickly.
Slowly, achingly slowly, his mouth returns, tongue dipping inside me and then coming up to circle my clit, working me up before disappearing as soon as I approach the edge. I’m talking now, pleading with him, saying words but not knowing what or which.
My thighs are drenched when he pulls away, kneeling and looking over me, eyes dark.
“Reach your hands over your head,” he orders, “and grab hold of that table leg behind you.”
Shaking, I do as he says, his eyes never once leaving mine.
“Hold on,” he says, gaze sparking. “Don’t let go, no matter how badly you want to touch yourself.”
Gone is the soft, gentle touching from before. When he finally pushes inside me, I hear myself shout his name, half-nonsensical. I wrap my legs around him, urging him deeper, and he doesn’t resist, pushing himself deep before pulling out and slamming back in.
I grip the rough-hewn table leg the entire time, so hard that it digs in my palms. My fingers ache fiercely; the sensation of him pounding between my legs coupled with the helplessness of not being able to seek out my own pleasure has me crying out, begging, grabbing onto the wood like I’ll fall off of the edge of the world without it.
He fucks me exactly how I wanted him to, with deep, punishingly fast thrusts that send pulses of pleasure roaring through my body. I can’t stop myself from trying to push back into him, pull him deep with my legs, open myself up even wider to give him all of me.
He never takes his eyes off of me—those perfect, crystal-clear blue eyes.
And when the merciless rhythm of his hips starts to stutter, I beg. “Please. Please. F-Fuck. Please. Lee!” I scream.
He smiles at me as he fucks me, as if he likes watching me come undone as much as I like shattering under his touch, pulled apart by the pleasure. He groans and finally moves a hand from my hip to circle his thumb over my clit, and I explode instantly, having been riding the edge far too long to resist that touch.
Blinding pleasure whites out my vision, and I shudder as my muscles clench around him. Ripples of pleasure work their way through me as he continues to thrust, fast and hard as my orgasm goes on and on, my body working him until he also lets go, coming with a shout and a final violent thrust inside of me.
Eventually, my breath starts to even out. I crack my eyes open, vision swimming slightly.
The sound of Lee’s satisfied chuckle as he withdraws has me clenching again around nothing, whimpering as he strokes over my hypersensitive nerves once more, tweaking my clit with his thumb.
He stands up gracefully, extending a hand to me and pulling me up beside him. “Alright, kitten?”
I take stock of my body. There’s an ache in my skull. I think I probably threw my head back against the floor when I came. And I’m a little raw and exhausted, in the best way possible. Devoured, really.
“More than alright,” I breathe. I shut my eyes briefly before attempting to walk.
He loops my arms around his neck and I allow him to half-carry me toward the bedroom. He walks me backward until we hit his washroom, and he puts me down with a laugh, turning back toward his bed while I wash up with trembling hands.
After I’m clean, I collapse on the bed beside him, molding my body to his side. His arm comes down to wrap around my shoulder, other hand pressing my hips back against him until every part of us is touching.
Lee bites my neck a few times playfully, and then whispers to me. “You don’t have to go, you know. You could stay. Here. Like this.”
My entire chest aches. I refuse to cry, so I ignore the sting in my eyes. “I can’t do nothing, Lee.”
“I know,” he says, then sits up and offers me his hand. “Come on. We should go.”
I take his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He collects my clothes from where they’re strewn around the kitchen, handing them to me. “Get dressed.”
