Page 157 of When The Night Falls

The moment I collapsed onto the mattress again, rapture stole me away. I closed my eyes, savouring it. My heart pounded against my ribs while I heaved for air. I hadn’t felt this alive, yet simultaneously so faded, since the last time I had been with him like this.

‘Mm, I love making you come,’ he said as he kissed his way up my torso.

My hands found their way to his soft hair, where they lazily massaged his scalp. I heard him chuckle just before he grabbed my waist and flipped me over. Sliding his hands down along my curves, he gripped my hips and lifted me onto all fours.

‘You’re soaked, love,’ he said and suddenly kissed my folds again. I jerked forward, overly sensitive now, but his strong hands stopped me from reaching far. Yanking me back, he made me kneel before he dragged off my robe.

He tossed it on the floor, and then his warm hands were all over my back, his nails drawing lanes of red before they travelled to my front, where he cupped my breasts. After squeezing them hungrily, he tugged my nipples. A smile formed on my mouth as his lips grazed my shoulder.

‘You have the most beautiful shape,’ he said and raised his mouth to the spot just below my ear.

I laid my head on his naked shoulder and circled his neck with my arm. ‘You’re rather stunning yourself, Will.’

Suddenly, music blasted from the living room, making us freeze.

‘Oh my God,’ I whispered, embarrassed. Jason had evidently woken up.

‘Wise man,’ William laughed before his mouth lavished my neck with kisses.

His hands felt like fire wherever they caressed me, hot and ardent. I loved his hands on me. They awakened parts of me that I hadn’t even known I harboured until him. Upon acknowledging it, I considered myself either incredibly strong, or remarkably stupid, for having stayed away from him as long as I had. It was clear as day that this was what we were meant to be doing.

Yearning for more of him, I reached behind me and smoothed my hand along his thigh toward his crotch. His erection was rock-hard within my palm, and the feel of it left a lustful smile on my mouth. As I gave it a gentle squeeze, he groaned into my ear and tightened his embrace of me.

Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down on the bed. To ensure that I was pinned to it, he maintained a firm grip on my shoulders while he left hungry kisses down my spine. When he reached the dimples on my back, he gave each of them extended kisses. Finally, he released my shoulders and scraped his nails down my back till he settled his hands on my bum.

‘Where do you keep your condoms?’ he asked, his fingers clawing my lower cheeks.

‘Nightstand.’

His hands abandoned me. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean over and withdraw a foil packet from the drawer. My heart missed a beat when he tore it open and leaned back.

At last, I would feel him within me again. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right then. It was imminent, and it was intense.

When I heard him sheathe himself in the latex, I bit my lower lip and toyed with the bed sheets.

At first, his hands smoothed over my bum, but then he spanked me – fucking hard.

I winced, certain his palm had left a mark on my skin.

‘That’s for lying to me when we met,’ he said roughly and lifted my hips to raise my bum in the air. Then he spanked me again, just as hard. Whimpering into the mattress, I fisted the sheets to counter the pain. My vagina throbbed in spite of it; his harsh treatment excited me.

‘That’s for fucking with my head ever since,’ he said before he struck me once more. ‘And that’s for lying to me yet again last night, you unruly woman,’ he scolded, and then thrust into me without a single warning.

The fulfilment shocked me. He was so fucking big. I had forgotten how deep he reached. Gasping, I clawed the sheets.

‘Ah, Cara. You feel so fucking good.’ Groaning, he leaned forward and coiled my long, brown hair around his wrist. ‘The way you’re gripping me, just barely letting me in...’

His sharp inhalation echoed in my ears as he pushed himself further into me, slow and steady. Using his hold of my hair, he dragged me up until I was on all fours again. Then he tugged me backward to pull himself even deeper. At this point, he was buried so deep within that it was on the verge of being painful.

‘Shit,’ I mouthed, out of breath, and shook my head. This was overwhelming. He felt so good, stretching me to my limit. It bordered on unbearable.

Upon his gentle retreat, he released my hair and grabbed my hips. Then he started a most staggering rhythm, shocking me again. I had never experienced more sensual thrusts in my life, and I had slept with my fair share of men. Each one was slow at first, but he picked up the pace the deeper he got. As he went, he focused his point of impact on my front wall.

I wished I could have seen him move like that as a mere spectator. I was sure it would have been the most erotic thing I ever saw. How he thrust toward me, while his big hands held onto my hips, was devastating. If he kept this up, I would be coming in no time, although it was obvious that he was in no rush to finish. He wasn’t looking to blow his load. On the contrary, he was looking to make me come undone for him time and again, as though it was his sole purpose in this.

What a man. From the way he praised and tended to the female anatomy, keenly attuned to every response, he did indeed make his lovers feel like goddesses. In bed, he behaved like his main objective was to provide divine pleasure. Perhaps that was why he had a proclivity for dominance; he knew he could deliver heavenly gratification if he was in charge.

‘Fuck,’ I breathed out as I savoured his dick sliding back and forth across my front wall, which he repeatedly struck just perfectly. In and out – so fucking delicious. My fluids trickled down my thighs while the pounding sound of our flesh meeting over and over again drove me wild with desire. I couldn’t remember having been so wet before.

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