Page 90 of Royal Flush

His ability to tease me was as powerful as mine was with him. But I was starting to lose tiny parts of my mind with how much time he was taking.

“You will always be mine, little koala. No matter how far away you are, distance will never change that.” He rubbed the tip of his shaft up and down my pussy, which only brought out a series of scattered moans.

I wasn’t certain how to take what he’d just said. It was almost as if he was telling me when this was over, he’d let me go. Yet only in a few days, I’d started to feel uncertain about choosing not to have him in my life. He was more than just a savior. He was a lifeforce that I needed.

My chest felt heavy almost as if with sadness, and I had no idea as to why. When he finally eased just the tip of his shaft into my tight channel, I wrapped my legs around him. He didn’t admonish me or say a single word.

He allowed our bodies to become closer, the need spiraling out of control. The way he captured my lips forced me up from the bed. I could drink the man in for hours, increasing the rapture until we both couldn’t stand it any longer.

With our combined breathing so labored, even as he swept his tongue back and forth across mine, the sense of urgency was already interfering.

He raked his fingers down the side of my breast, jerking one leg into his arm and placing my calf over his shoulder. I felt so exposed, the inability to see anything pushing my boundaries more than before.

When he finally drove the entire length inside, I wasn’t just breathless and lightheaded. I was lost in the clouds.

“You are so beautiful.” When he issued the husky words, I felt beautiful, more so than I’d felt my entire life.

There was nothing like your own mother telling you that you weren’t pretty enough time and time again to shove you into a dark box. Ashton had told me it had been her way of coping with what did or didn’t happen when I was younger, but I didn’t buy it. She had booze to do that, doing her best to avoid the conversation both with the cops and my father.

Of course, neither one of them had believed me.

I shut off the memories, concentrating on what this wildly sexy man was doing and how he was making me feel. I hated to admit he was right, the blindfold alone something I could never have tolerated with another man, but with him, every act of darkness was exciting.

His thrusts became harder. Rougher. I loved every second as he stretched out my leg, pressing kisses against my skin.

The tingling vibrations of electricity continued and a few seconds later I felt another wave jetting through me. We were both taken off guard, his subtle laugh filtering into my ears.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” The guttural sounds were the only coherent ones I could make. So what if I sounded like a wild animal? I wanted to laugh, but the pleasure was far too extreme. A single climax erupted into another and as I finally came down from the rafters, a moment of satisfaction and exhaustion settled in.

He wasn’t ready to come, pounding into me with all the ferocity of a lion. I wasn’t certain how I’d gotten so lucky to expose my inner vulnerability with a man like him. I also wasn’t entirely certain what had allowed me to feel comfortable enough to do so, but a raw burst of emotions flooded me and a single sob escaped my throat.

When he stopped moving altogether, I did what I could to encourage him by trying to arch my back. Every muscle was stretched, my mind blown at how emotional sex could be. It had never been before, likely because I’d hidden myself away for fear of feeling too much. I’d always felt as if by doing so, I’d not only acknowledge what had occurred in the darkness of my room but also in some crazy way approve it.

Even though I was wearing a mask, I cinched my eyes shut, doing everything I could to block out the tears that had already formed.

When he sucked in his breath, I sensed he knew anyway, no attempt at hiding my feelings successful around him. He continued fucking me, yet he was slower in his actions, more tender.

As if I would break.

His breathing finally drifted into being almost unrecognizable, which at least allowed a smile. The pleasure for both of us was all consuming and as his body started to jerk, I clamped down on my pussy muscles.

It was my little bit of control, something that always surprised me he’d allowed. He thrust five more times, his cock expanding more than before. When he finally erupted deep inside, there were no words to express, no sentiment at all.

As he slowly lowered my leg, wrapping his strong arms around me, I realized that for the first time in my life I had an angel; a dark one, but he was exactly what my heart and soul needed.

The waves were more intense than before, high tide allowing them to crash into the pylons holding the amazing structure of the villa from harm’s way. We were outside, enjoying the warmth and the incredible series of stars that seemed endless.

Braxton had started a fire in the firepit, the bottle of wine he’d opened after our incredible round of passion close to being finished. I had no idea what time it was nor did I care, but I had a feeling morning would dawn soon enough.

Perhaps we weren’t on a timetable of any type but after the strong work ethic I’d established as a teenager, being somewhat lazy in my thinking and my actions seemed far removed from the usual girl.

Then again, everything I’d experienced around him was. The realization wasn’t lost on me. After the sensory deprivation exercise, wine had seemed richer, food tastier, and the scents of the ocean and tropical foliage mixed with the exotic spices the man exuded had been almost as powerful as the hot sex.

Almost. We were on a round seat of some kind that was meant for two people. He’d even brought a blanket out, wrapping the soft material around both of us when I’d shivered.

Braxton had remained quiet, which was unlike him. We seemed more comfortable with each other, not needing to banter or to have him grill me about what I might know. It was so nice to be able to sit under the stars and ponder the world.

“It’s so beautiful here,” I half whispered as I pressed the back of my head against his shoulder. When we’d first met, I never would have believed him capable of enjoying something so simplistic. But here we were, happy and content with each other.

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