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He advanced further, then retreated. Short, careful movements that lasted only a few strokes before they grew less coordinated and he thrust hard, seating himself fully inside her with a curse. When his eyes refocused on hers, she read concern in his gaze. She shook her head, too embarrassed to tell him with words that she liked it. She wanted him crazed with lust, exuberant. Wanted all the rough edges he was working to contain. They made her feel safe and grounded, they excited and pleased her. Again, he tried to moderate his movements, but within moments, he was thrusting hard, burying himself inside her then dragging back slowly.

“Wrap your legs around me, sweetheart.” He paused only long enough for her to comply before picking up a steady rhythm again. His cock teased something inside of her, drawing out a long, guttural moan.

“Right there?” he nudged again, slightly harder this time, but still not enough. Not nearly enough. Sofia grasped his shoulders, raising her hips to meet his and pressing into his length. Demanding more.

“That’s it, Sofi. I want you to come for me again, sweetheart. What do you need?”

“I can’t. I don’t know.” Her cheeks heated at the thought of telling him what she wanted.

“You know what you want. Tell me,” he growled against her ear.

She moaned in frustration and threw her head to the side.

Christopher pulled nearly all the way out, the tip of his cock nudging just inside her entrance. He held there, waiting. She could feel her walls fluttering against the rounded head, reeling at the loss of his delicious girth. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, her nerves zinging beneath her sweat-dampened skin.

She whimpered, then wrenched her hands up to her breasts, pinching and rolling one nipple while she kneaded into the other. Rough, not gentle. Sofia arched her back and panted, on the verge of begging him to thrust back inside her again. To give her the pressure she craved. He was watching the movement of her hands, his expression thunderstruck.

“You want my mouth on your breasts, needy and sucking. You want my teeth scraping across your skin and my fingers unrelenting despite your halfhearted pleas for release. You want all of me, unravelled and single-minded in my pursuit to have all of you.”

Sofia had stopped breathing, as if his words alone could sustain her.

“And you want my cock throbbing inside you.” All at once, she remembered to inhale, drawing in a ragged breath, then releasing it in a single, stilted puff of air.

Biting her lower lip, Sofia looked away, heat flooding her cheeks.

Christopher halted her retreat, reaching to cradle her face with one hand, the pad of his thumb gentle against her skin. His tender touch in the wake of such wicked, perfect words brought on a rush of longing that left her quivering.

“No, sweetheart, none of that now. You are always to tell me what you want. What you need. And I will know no greater satisfaction in this life than endeavouring to exceed those expectations.” He kissed her, then leaned back and took himself in hand.

Fitting his length just inside her, he filled her in one firm stroke. When he gave her some of his weight, pressing her into the mattress, she sighed. “Is this what you need, Sofi?” he asked. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling his body flush with hers.

“I can’t reach those delectable breasts from here, love.” Christopher rolled them over, reversing their positions. With his hands on the curves of her arse, he squeezed hard enough to elicit a gasp, and she reflexively rolled her pelvis. “That’s the way. Do what feels good. I’ll help you.” She rocked against him, grinding her clitoris against his pelvis and he shuddered beneath her.

Covering her breasts with his palms, he kneaded deeply as she had done herself. He strummed his thumb across one nipple and her lips parted, breaths quickening.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure. There’s no shame in that, Sofia. No shame in anything that happens between us in this bed. I only ever want to please you as you please me.”

Cautiously, he slid his hands up to the wings of her clavicles then dragged his nails lightly down the gradual slope of her breasts and over both hardened peaks. She whimpered with pleasure, the steady rolling of her hips stuttering in its rhythm before becoming even again.

“I see you, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Drawing her close, he nuzzled against the outside curve of her breast, opening his mouth and briefly dragging his teeth across the tender flesh there before sucking hard, working his way towards her nipple in deep, wet pulls. When he latched his mouth around her taught peak something between a mewl and a groan vibrated in her throat. Her lust intensified his, feeding his urgency.

“My God, I want to devour you.”

He readjusted the angle of his mouth, allowing her to feel the edge of his teeth, becoming less restrained as a steady stream of satisfied sounds fell from her lips. He pinched her opposite nipple, then repeated the movement when she moaned his name. This time, he kept the bud clasped between finger and thumb while he drew in the other with long, sharp pulls of his mouth.

Her pelvis rocked frantically. He slid his hands down to steady her hips, then rolled her onto her back. Taking the lead, he worked himself inside of her at a frenzied pace. Her nails bit into his flanks as he took her without reprieve.

“Let go. Give me your pleasure. I want to feel it.” With a savage growl, he latched his mouth to the top of her shoulder, sucking and biting down. Not enough to cause pain, but offering exactly what she needed. Her orgasm tore through her body. Her quim spasmed as she came, pulling his powerful release along with hers, his throbbing length drawing out long waves of unspeakable bliss.

Christopher collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her hair, then tipped her mouth to his. She met him there, unable to stop kissing him as he lavished her with praise and stroked soft fingertips across her body.

“How you please me. Your body responding so sweetly to mine. My God, I’ve never known such euphoria. I lose myself in the feel of you … the taste of you. You’ve pulled every drop of seed from my cock and already my body’s responding to the thought of having you again.” He grinned wickedly. “I may never let you out of this bed.”

“Eventually we may require food.” She laughed.

“Debatable.” He waggled his eyebrows and she laughed some more.