I am no longer thinking. I am no longer aware of anything but the feel of his hands on my body, the sound of his voice in my ear, the all-consuming pleasure that he is controlling.
He changes the rhythm again. This time, it is different. Faster. Harder. His fingers piston into me, his thumb rubbing my clit with a relentless pressure that steals my breath.
The wave is building again, bigger and more powerful than before. I can feel it in my toes, in my fingers, in the very core of my being.
“Mario,” I gasp. “I can’t… I can’t…”
"Look up," he commands.
My eyes are blurry with tears of pleasure, but I force them to focus on the mirror.
I see myself, flushed and wanton, my body arching against him. I see him, dark and dominant, his expression one of intense concentration, of fierce possession.
"See what you look like," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "See how much you want this."
I lock my eyes onto myself in the mirror.
And I see what he sees.
A woman who has completely lost control.
A woman who is at the mercy of this man.
A woman who is about to have the most intense orgasm of her life.
And I have never seen myself look more beautiful.
The sight of it is my undoing.
I scream as the orgasm finally hits me as I go flying. My body convulses, my muscles clenching around his fingers, my back arching in a bow that is painful.
He holds me through it, his arm a steel band around my waist, never ceasing the movement of his fingers, prolonging the pleasure, drawing it out until I am a limp, quivering mass in his arms.
I collapse against him, my legs no longer able to support me.
He slowly withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss.
He lifts me into his arms and carries me the few steps to the bed. He lays me down gently, a surprising tenderness in his touch after the ferocity of what just happened.
I watch, dazed, as he straightens up.
He looks down at me, his eyes dark with a hunger that is not satisfied.
His suit jacket is gone. His sleeves are rolled up. His hair is disheveled from my hands. He looks less like a CEO and more like a pirate who has just come to plunder.
Plunder me.
The thought sends a fresh wave of desire through me.
I thought I would be satisfied. I thought the intense orgasm would be enough.
It is not.
It is just the beginning.
Chapter Ten
Mario
