Page 38 of His to Take

Rager drove her on, higher, again, with each lash of his tongue against her center, with each new hum, and all she could do was hang on and hope she couldn’t die from it. When he finally let her down, she was certain the world would be black, colorless, because she’d sucked it all up when the world exploded inside of her.

“You lie there and pant, my dear, I’m going to get undressed.” Rager chuckled softly and stood up.

Ann was too tired to open her eyes, but when he came back, totally nude, she sat straight up. “That can’t go in me! It’s as big as my arm!”

“Oh, it can, my dear, and quite snugly too. We’ll just have to go slow to start with. Sit still, let me get this dress off of you. I want to look at what you’ve had hidden from me all this time.”

She did as instructed and leaned forward when he pulled the dress away. He’d seen her naked for months in her dreams, so she didn’t bother to hide herself from him.

“As beautiful as I knew you would be, my lovely.” His fingers traced down her face, and when he reached her neck, he lingered, his eyes narrowed to watch her response.

He gently pushed her back to the bed covered in a luxurious red duvet and followed her down. He didn’t climb over her, he just leaned over. His fingers traced down her collar bone, to the peak at the tip of her breast. Dusky rose and tight, the bud grew tighter as his finger circled it.

“Oh, I do like that,” she whispered before she closed her eyes to revel in the sensation. A slight movement, more weight pressed into the bed, and then his wet mouth was over her left nipple. “Fuck!”

It came out again, but Ann couldn’t stop the word. The wet heat of his mouth on her was too good, and she wanted more. He teased at her, then shifted to the other, before he moved back again.

Every part of her was filled with need, the only thing that mattered was more pleasure, and she knew that. She wanted it. She wanted him.

“Please, make it stop.”

He let her nipple pop out of his mouth on a wet kiss and looked up at her. “Make what stop?”

“This ache! I want to die, I want to live, it’s everything, fuck, I can’t stand it. Please?” She held her hand out to him, and she watched as he came up to the bed.

“Are you sure? I wanted to take so much more time with you.”

“I might die if you make me wait anymore, please. Just make me feel good.”

“I only want to please.” He spoke softly as he slid his hands under her hips to position her body for him. He held her with one hand then and used the other to guide himself to her entrance.

Ann held her breath, unsure of what this would feel like. It wasn’t unpleasant, she thought as he slid into her, only a little at first. She shifted when she felt him spread her open, and her eyes went wide. It felt like being invaded, but she wanted this invasion, his invasion, of her.

Another moment, another slide in, and then he stopped. There was a tight spot inside of her, some barrier that she could feel him against. She felt a slight sting when he pressed a little harder against it and wondered if it would be bad. She’d heard it hurt, that it felt like you were being torn in two, but she didn’t know.

“Breathe, Ann, you have to breathe if I’m going to make it inside you.”

She looked at him, afraid of the pain that might come.

“It might hurt this first time, it might not. After that, it won’t hurt again, not unless I’m careless, that is. And I don’t ever plan to do that to you. So, just breathe, and let me inside you.”

She shook her head in agreement and forced herself to take a breath. She moved when she felt her body relax and put her hands on his shoulders. Her hands gripped the hard muscles covered in silky skin. He was beautiful, every part of him a man, a human man, but a man that had been sculpted to perfection.

She didn’t have anymore time to think about it, because he pressed deeper, harder, and the barrier broke that kept them apart. She cried out as pain ripped through her, but it didn’t last very long. He had frozen when she made the first sound, but he’d made it past the point that mattered.

“Go on, more, please.” She pulled her nails out of his skin; he hadn’t even uttered a protest at that, she thought. He knew she was in pain and absorbed the moment for her, without protest.

When she began to take tentative stabs at moving, he soothed her with a kiss in the palm of her hand. The man was huge after all, even propped on his elbows he had to be careful. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist, and though he wasn’t overweight, she could barely cross her ankles. The man was just that big.

She studied him, the broad expanse of his chest, the way his muscles bunched when he moved, and ran her fingers down his smooth cheek. She looked up into his eyes and saw… happiness.

Ann wasn’t sure why she didn’t expect it, but she didn’t. She smiled back at him, and that’s when he began to move again.

“You’re with me again. We can get back to enjoying each other now.”

Every inch of him was familiar, yet she still couldn’t believe it. She knew the dreams had been vivid, but this detailed? She even knew where the freckle was on his right shoulder and smiled when she saw it.

He shifted again, took more weight on his elbows, adjusted his hips, and began to slide into her. Deeper, so much deeper. She hadn’t realized she could open that much, but she took every inch of his giant length. When she was impaled on him, had every inch of him inside her, she closed her eyes, and relaxed into the bed.

She dug her feet into the bed and began to move with him, in time with him. Over and over their hips met only to separate slightly as he pulled away. Each pull out and every push in stroked some new place in her, until he found that place deep inside, the one that got her attention.

“There, oh fuck, right there. More…” but she couldn’t speak again. She was too caught up in the sensation as Rager drove into her, again and again.

She could smell the scent of his skin as it heated up, the smell that was only him, and tasted it on her lips when she reached up to kiss his chest. She wanted to know what he tasted like and it was all she could reach of him.

She felt him grinding into her, his cock inside of her, his pubic bone against her clit, over and over, until she couldn’t take anymore. Her nipples scraped against his chest, and that was the spark that set her off. She exploded around him, tight and then tighter, as she forgot her own name.

“I can’t hold back,” he groaned as she spasmed around him, and he shot into her with a spasm of his own.

She rode the waves, and the waves that came after as he lost himself inside her. Gasping, sweating, they exploded together all over again, too caught up in each other to make it stop.