Page 110 of Bidding War

“I can do it this way. The doctor?—

“I know you can. It’s not what I want. I want you … ” I gently roll him from me. “… on your back.”

He smiled. “You’re in a mood?”

“I am.” After that orgasm, I was in all the moods. It had been so damn long that I had thought I’d go out of my mind the first time we were together. I knew I would have to be careful with him, but fuck, I don’t want to be. The slow and gentle thing is making me crazy.

That said, breaking him would ruin sex for me forever.

So, I take my time and follow the same pattern he did to me. Velvet kisses on his chest. Patient licks and barely noticeable bites all the way down to his cock. He pants, “Damn. Baby, I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

“And if you don’t, that’s okay. We’re getting reacquainted. Our bodies might take?—"

“I can’t wait. I need you now.”

“You’re sure I don’t get to torture you in kind?”

He laughs flatly. “Please.”

So, I twirl my tongue around the head of his cock and pull back. “Sorry. Just needed a taste.”

“I see that smirk. You’re not sorry at all.”

I giggle as I climb atop him. From there, he looks so fucking good. All muscles and hunger. I might not get to suck his cock until he’s mindless, but I’m taking my time here. Sliding myself up and down his shaft without letting him enter me is enough to get us both going. As I do it, I bend down for another kiss that makes me dizzy.

In my mouth, he growls, “No more waiting.” He cocks his hips up and enters me, and swallows my elated groan.

It feels too good. Too fucking good. I can’t believe I’ve managed to hold out this long. He’s only halfway in, so I roll back for the rest of him. It’s almost too much. He lets out a scary grunt, and I have to force myself to slow down. Breathlessly, I pant, “You okay?”

“Fuck, yes,” he murmurs as his eyes roll back. He grabs my hips and methodically drives into me.

I’m going to lose control. It’s what I’ve feared the most about this, and I don’t think I can help myself. I clutch his shoulders for something solid to hold onto, to not lose myself in the moment.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.”

I burst on him, barely turning my head in time not to scream in his ear. He pumps up into me to make it last. His sounds go deeper like they pull up from his very soul. Injured or not, he bucks up into me. His cock pulses inside. When his body goes rigid, I come again and kiss him. Anderson roars into my mouth as he comes inside of me.

I go boneless on him and pry myself off his body to lie next to him. I’m sweaty and sticky, and all I want to do is clean up, but I’ve misplaced my legs. Or they’re numb. Whatever the reason I can’t get up, I’m sure it’s his fault.

Anderson rolls onto his side. “I’m not finished with you.” He reaches between my thighs for the most sensitive parts of me, and I squeak from overstimulation. “I have wanted to touch you for over two months now.”

“But,” I mumble, “you had that secondary stitch tear?—"

“And I behaved long enough for it to heal.” His fingers dip inside of me. “This is my reward.”

The sounds that come out of me aren’t normal. Not when he strokes my G-spot. My back arcs off the bed, and there’s a firework in my brain. “Fuck!”

“That’s my girl.” He works me over with his hand, and I can’t hold still. I do everything in my power not to wriggle too hard against him, but he doesn’t make it easy. Then again, when has anything to do with Anderson been easy?

I still can't believe he brought up marrying me. Certainly not right now. Tonight is for sex. For reconnecting. Anything else is on the back burner. As much as I want to marry this man, I can't get distracted and hurt him because my mind was someplace else.

His fingers are drenched with us. Each stroke echoes against my last orgasm. I tremble from his touch, and he slides his tongue into my mouth just as I crest up to another. I give myself over to him. There is nothing I wouldn’t give this man.

It’s been a long time since I wasn’t in control. Every doctor appointment, every medication timing, all his shopping … I have had to run the show for us both. It didn’t seem like much at first, but over the weeks, it wore on me. Always being in charge of everything. Always managing. I didn’t realize the magnitude of it until now.

And now, it feels so good to let him control me.

Anderson is in full control. Dragging my orgasm to the edge, making me wait for it. He knows exactly how to make me shake for him, how to bring me close without bringing me on. My body goes taut from his work, and I’m on the verge of begging.

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