Page 2 of Change of Plans

The heat from his skin covered me, licking across my body until my muscles quivered. His hands slid around my sides, caressing my ribcage before moving to my breasts. He tweaked my nipples between his fingers and thumbs, twisting and tugging harder than I had, finding that perfect balance of pain and pleasure.

“If we didn’t have such a busy day ahead of us, I’d keep you here like this, naked and waiting. Maybe tie you up.” His teeth scraped the edge of my ear, sending another shiver through me. “I’d make you scream and cry and beg…and then I’d make you come so many times that you’d forget your own name. Take you in every way until you’d feel me for days.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. Every inch of me was so sensitive that the places where we touched felt like electricity racing through my cells. But not in a bad way. In a way that made me understand why Mary Shelley had used lightning as the means for her mad doctor to bring his creature to life.

Erik was still talking. “But since we have plans later, I’m just going to fuck your ass until we both come, and that will have to be enough.”

I turned my head until I could see him over my shoulder. “It’s never enough.”

He gave me that smile that tightened all the right things. “No, sweetheart. It never is.”

And then he started to move. Deep, sure strokes that reached all the way into the core of who I was. Being with him wasn’t merely physical. Even something as simple as a chaste touch was special. The way he knew how to move so that he rubbed right against my g-spot, it was more than anatomy. He knew me in a way no one else ever had, or ever would.

“You’re allowed to come whenever you want, sweetheart.” His voice was rough, telling me just how close to the edge he himself was. “But as soon as you do, I’m taking your ass.”

A shudder ran through me, pushing me closer to the edge. Sometimes it was hard to believe that it hadn’t been difficult for me to wait twenty-two years to have sex. From the moment Erik first touched me, I’d wanted him. Almost a year and a half later, and my desire for him had only grown.

He straightened behind me, one hand going to my hip, the other coming down with a resounding crack on my ass. I cried out, my eyes closing as my head fell forward. A second blow followed the first, then another, and another…and then I was coming.

Erik cursed as my muscles contracted, squeezing his cock as he pulled out. I was dimly aware of his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me up until my back was against his chest. I shivered as the blunt tip of him moved between my cheeks and found that ring of muscle. He’d stretched me, but his shaft was so much thicker than his fingers that it still hurt as he pushed inside.

But it hurt sogood.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he murmured in my ear.

The instructions weren’t really necessary. We’d done this before, but him telling me what to do, controlling the situation, that was as much a part of the process as anything else.

The edges of my orgasm that had started to recede came rushing back as he sank deep, blurring the sensations until I fell headlong into that wonderful place where everything else faded away and my world consisted only of my body and his.

He grabbed my braid, twisting it around his hand so he was able to yank my head to the side, exposing my neck. As he started to drive up into me, each stroke hard enough to lift me off my knees, he fastened his mouth to the side of my throat. Teeth worried at the skin even as he sucked it into his mouth, and I knew if I didn’t stop him, he’d leave a mark.

“Erik.” His name sounded more like a question than a warning. “I can’t wear a scarf with my bridesmaid dress.”

The last word came out with a half-strangled moan as he thrust into me hard enough to make my vision spark.

“I know.”

His fingers curled around my neck, not tight enough to restrict my air flow, but I knew the strength he possessed. It was just one of the reasons the trust between us was so important. I knew he’d only give what I could take, and he knew I’d stop him if I couldn’t take it.

“I don’t want you to cover up my marks,” Erik said, his voice taking on that dangerous quality I loved so much. “I want everyone to know that you belong to me. Not because you have a ring on your finger and not because we have a wedding planned, but because I’m the only one who gets to touch you, mark you. You belong to me…and I belong to you.”

I nodded, my heart giving a painful thud at his words. I’d never imagined I’d inspire this sort of passion in anyone, let alone a man like him.

His grip on my neck tightened just a bit as he resumed his oral assault. His free hand moved between my legs, fingers pressing hard against my swollen clit. I closed my eyes as multiple sensations threatened to overwhelm me. The burn in my ass as he slammed into me again and again. The pressure of his hand on my windpipe. His mouth leaving bruises on my skin. His fingers moving in rough circles.

Pain. Pleasure. Everything in between.

I heard myself whimpering, begging. The sounds that came out of my mouth were barely words, but I couldn’t get myself to form anything coherent as I exploded in a white-hot burst of pleasure so intense that I blacked out.

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