Page 45 of Rough Ride

“Let me guess, you like to be spanked?”

He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead, he swatted her ass again. With each connection with her skin, he heightened her arousal. The pain filtered out over her flesh sending ribbons of heat surging through her. He slid his fingers between her legs and inside of her, giving her a few quick thrusts before pulling his finger out then setting her back on the bed. Before she was satisfied. He grabbed her purse. Rifling through it until he found her stash, then dropped her purse back on the table. He walked back over to the bed, ripping the package open. He rolled the condom on. Joining her back on the bed, he covered her body once more. He rose to his knees, pulling her up with him. Entering her in one, hard thrust.

“Oh, god.”

It had been months since she’d had sex, the intrusion was a little much for her to take.

He stilled and leaned down to kiss her. It was part apology, part desperation. She could taste it there, need for her, for this. “Sorry, love.”

She lifted her hand to his mouth. “No apologies. Not tonight.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and rose up against him. He moved his mouth down to her breasts, as he continued to thrust into her. Damn he was big and so fucking wonderful. She wanted it to last, but she had been pushed too far. Her release slammed through her so hard and sudden that she screamed at the force of it. She bowed up off the bed, causing Eli’s thrust to go even deeper. Before she had recovered from the first, a second tore through her with even more force.

She screamed again, his name. Again, he thrust harder and deeper and when she came the third time, he was with her. He shouted her name as he pumped into her once…twice...

He collapsed on top of her. He was big and heavy but she didn’t care. Instead of complaining, she wrapped her arms around him, and held on tight. She might only have tonight with him, but she was going to make sure to cherish every minute.

fourteen

Eli watched her sleep. It comforted him in a way he didn’t expect. He had never been into staying over for the night. There was a reason he rarely dated women on his island. Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a date. He had plenty of encounters, but he hadn’t been out to dinner or the movies in…well, almost forever.

Crysta was altering things and he wasn’t sure he liked that. He didn’t like change that much. Joe had laughed at him and told him it was part of life. Eli thought he’d had enough change early in life to last a lifetime.

Now though, he was thinking that he’d been rash saying they shouldn’t be involved. It would cause problems, but he had seen her reaction to the spanking. The woman was made for submission. He’d never had a woman that responsive, and he had only been teasing. Getting her to submit would be sweet. They could deal with the complications

She was lying on her stomach, so he brushed her hair over to the side. There was so much he loved about her. She had a belly ring he didn’t know about. He’d been surprised at the lack of tattoos because it seemed to fit her live in the moment attitude. And damn, he loved her back. He’d been a lover of all things women from the time he hit thirteen but with Crysta, he seemed to love just about everything about her body.

He leaned over and kissed her back, right at the base of her spine. She shifted. This close, he could smell her flesh. Damn, the woman was intoxicating. Had there ever been a woman who called to him like this? Eli was pretty sure there hadn’t been anyone like her in his life. And that was a little unsettling.

“Having fun down there, St. John?” she asked him. Her voice was still sleepy and it made it even huskier.

“I am.”

He kissed her again, scraping his teeth against her skin and moving just an inch closer to that magnificent ass. He wanted to spank her again, but they hadn’t talked about submission. They hadn’t even discussed what would happen tomorrow.

Eli pushed those thoughts aside. Tonight was about pleasure, and they would deal with those feelings tomorrow.

He pulled back and rolled her over, slipping between her legs. He needed another taste of her. Settling his mouth against her, he slid his tongue between her pussy lips. Bloody hell, she was already wet. The taste of her rushed through is blood. Sweet, sassy…like the woman herself. He added a finger, easing it into her damp passage as he took her clit into his mouth. She moaned, long and loud…and it was his name. The sound of it in the dark room touched something in him and he knew then, right then, he needed to be inside of her. He moved from her, grabbing another condom wrapper. He ripped it open and realized his hands were shaking. She apparently noticed his problem and took the condom from him.

“Let me,” she said, her voice husky with her arousal. She sat on the edge of the bed and rolled it down his cock. Fuck, it was probably one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life—and he’d seen a lot. But watching her long fingers slip over his cock almost had him coming right there and then.

He eased her back onto the bed, wishing he could take more time with her, but knowing that again, he needed her. Last time was fast and furious. This time, though, he was slow, methodical. He kissed over her skin, tasting her, sliding his cock in easily. He took her up and over into her orgasm, slowly.

Eli watched, delighted as her eyes went blurry with pleasure as she sighed his name. And again, he took her, wanting to feel those tiny muscles dance over his cock. He didn’t stop after two, but when she came a third time, he joined her in ecstasy.

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Crysta woke early, before the sun. For a second, she couldn’t seem to figure out where she was. Her surroundings were odd, not her room back in Virginia or even her room at the ranch. Then, in a rush, she remembered she was in a hotel room on Oahu. She shifted and ran into something solid and hard.

Eli.

She shifted so she could see if he were awake. He was sleeping so she felt free to watch him. The longer she stared at him, the more she wanted to touch him. She curled her fingers into her hand, trying her best to control the urge to slip her hand over his flesh. She knew if she gave into her need, they would end up making love again. They had agreed to one night, and that was what she would have to live with. It might make her a cold-hearted bitch, but she needed some time away. It was self-preservation.

She tried her best to be as quiet as possible as she slipped into the bathroom. After relieving herself, Crysta looked at herself in the mirror, trying to come to grips with the night before. It wasn’t anything monumental. It was just sex. Really great sex. Okay, it was sex on a level she hadn’t expected. There was a link between them after just one night in bed. She might be the only one who felt it, but she could admit to herself that it was the first time she felt this kind of connection with a man outside of playing. She just never thought she would be able to do that.

She started the shower. She’d gotten no sleep. They’d made love several times, each time just as incredible as the time before, but now, she felt drained. Her emotions were all over the place, and she wasn’t sure she could deal with it.

After stepping into the shower, she stood under the spray realizing that she would have to put on that brave face tomorrow. There would be no way around it. But right now, alone in the shower, Crysta gave in and cried.

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