“Just shut up and finish,” she snapped, daring me to pound into her mindlessly until I got off. But that wasn’t what I was there for.
I dropped a thumb to her clit circling it as I sunk into her again and pulled back, not quite believing this was really happening.
She started to thrash again, trying to push me away now that I was forcing her to feel good too.
“Don’t do this,” she pleaded, shaking her head like she was fighting it.
“Fight it all you want, baby.”
She came around my cock with a choked moan that sounded like a sob.
When she’d stopped clenching around me, I started to thrust again, still working her clit.
She chanted, “No, no, no, no…” but came again.
I wanted to tear a dozen more orgasms out of her, was ravenous to claim every last one I’d missed since the last time we did this, but I was past the bounds of my self-control.
When I felt her start to clench around me for a third time, I let go, sinking deep into her and finding the release I’d waited years for.
She glared as I pulled out and released her wrists. “You should’ve just left the blindfold on.”
A harsh laugh escaped me. “So you could still have the sex without owning up to wanting me? Leave me to deal with the guilt and consequences by myself? That sounds familiar.”
“Fuck you,” she said, pushing me away, but I could see it for what it was. She was feeling raw and vulnerable, like she’d betrayed herself by doing this with me.
I hated it.
I tried to pull her into my arms, but she lashed out with a slap that didn’t even sting. I ignored it and pulled her up on top of me on the bench seat that was like a long sofa, stroking her hair when she finally stopped fighting me.
“Tell yourself I forced this on you if it’ll make you feel better, but I’m not letting you go without making sure you’re okay.”
She glared up at me. “Has it occurred to you that you’re the cause of me not being okay?”
Same.
You’re the cause and the solution and I’m the most and least okay I’ve been in years right now in this moment holding you.
I didn’t say any of it. I didn’t trust her with my feelings.
Not this time.
15
ZANE
Now
* * *
How was she here?
I didn’t know if it was a gift or a punishment, but I’d been past thinking about it. I’d been past thinking about anything but the feel of her under me. About sinking into that sweet pussy.
In the aftermath of our frenzied fucking, she was sprawled on top of me, her hair fanned out across my chest.
She was completely naked and I was still dressed, just like that first night we’d been together.
As my breathing slowed, reality seeped back in.
