“Like either of us had much say in the matter, either,” she pushes, sounding as out of breath as I do.
“I could pull away and leave right now.”
She calls my poorly placed bluff. Her pussy grows even tighter as she flexes her muscles, drawing me impossibly deeper. I grunt a curse and spear my fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head.
“Say that again, Roman,” she taunts, using her nails to pull my chest firmer against hers, until our bodies are so close they might as well become one. “Tell me that you can just ignore this and walk away. That you aren’t as interested as I am and that this isn’t the best sex you’ve ever had. Go ahead. Lie to me.”
My first instinct is to close up and do just that. She’s a beautiful, sexually assured, confident, take-no-shit woman, but surely, I can turn this off and walk away. I’ve met great women in the past. I’m sure I can do it again.
Fuck.
I arch her neck up off the bed and rake my teeth over her lips, angry at the both of us, but especially myself. There’s no need to contemplate this when I already know that I’m fucking lying.Coping, as Evie would say.
The cunning pull of her lips has me lurching forward, driving in hard. I’m done with this flirtatious trap I’ve fallen so eagerly into. We’re here to fuck, and that’s all.
That’s. All.
“Fuck!” she cries out, her chest shaking with the force of my thrust. “It should be—should be impossible for someone . . . to be this good right away.”
Her voice is beyond wrecked, yet it’s still not enough for me. I want it ruined. Wantherruined.
I cup the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide. Her toes point automatically, the muscles in her calves pulling taut. I sweep my hands down the soft skin of her shins and cuff her ankles, pinning them to the mattress. My chest is tight across my ribs as I heave above her, gritting my teeth on my next drive.
She’s so soft and pliant beneath me, like there’s nothing I could do that she wouldn’t enjoy. It’s a powerful feeling to hold in my hands. I can’t help but be curious just how much more power she’s willing to give me.
“Where’s the line?” I ask, abandoning her ankle to press down on her lower stomach. “Where’s your limit?”
A small quirk of her lips. “You’ll find yours before you find mine.”
My balls draw up tight. I drop my chin to my chest and force my eyes from her glistening, red pussy. It’s not enough that I’ve had her to the point of soreness. There’s something hot and greedy inside of me demanding more.
“Tell me.”
“No.”
I pull her leg and turn her over onto her side. She accepts the shift with a vicious moan into the pillow, her thigh quivering when I wrap it around my waist and straddle the leg bent beneath me. I grind forward instead of thrusting and apply pressure to her clit, keeping still for a beat before repeating the motion.
“Tell. Me,” I demand roughly.
Her pink-tipped nails curl into the pillow before travelling to her chest and pinching a swollen nipple. “No blindfold or cuffs.”
“What else?” I reward her for the honesty with another deep, long stroke. “Tell me what you like.”
“Sex without a power battle. I don’t . . .” She trails off when I slam inside, lips forming a perfect O shape before pressing tight. “Don’t want to give instructions. I like a partner who can read my reactions and make his own decisions.”
The words are nearly slurred as her eyes go glossy, drooping down my body to the back of the hand I have palming her thigh. I ignore her sudden interest in the tattoo there and push forward.
“I can do that,” I tell her, practically promising it. “All you need to do is come, baby. Let me make you come.”
Her answering nods are frantic, the sounds escaping her growing in volume. Over and over, she cries out, riding the strength and pace of my following thrusts. She slaps a hand to mine, covering it and linking our fingers before squeezing. Our eyes clash, a battle of wills that will never, ever have a winner.
The connection between us flares, beaming right into my brain, changing me at the molecular level.
She tenses, attention drifting elsewhere when she climaxes. I’m too close behind her to try and hold back. The tight squeeze of her pussy is more than enough to send me toppling over with her as I fill the condom, my thrusts slowly easing.
Her soft laugh filters through my mind, drawing me back. I blink, refocusing on her. The dainty smile she wears while pushing her damp hair from her forehead is a jolt to the system. Despite how badly I want to let my eyes stray, I keep them locked on her swollen mouth, already feeling the walls around my heart repositioning themselves.
The stubborn lift of her chin almost passes by undetected. “I’m going to shower while you order room service.”
