Page 98 of Freedom Mine
Her hips pushed back against his face, needing more. His tongue slipped into her, where his fingers had been earlier. It felt so good, but she needed him to fill her. “Please,” she begged as he sucked her clit, making her buck beneath him.
Then, without warning, he flipped her over and leaned over her, his very hard and very large cock nudging her entrance. His hands tore open the shirt and peeled it back, exposing her breasts. His eyes, dark, all-consuming, latched onto hers. She was lost, unable to break away from his gaze, thoroughly entranced by the fire there. His hands cupped her breasts, none-too gently, kneading them, possessing them as if to say these too belonged to him.
He drew a nipple into his mouth, tugging, lathing it while rolling the other between his fingers, all the while pressing his hard length against her opening. He was a tease, or he was testing her, she wasn’t sure which. She only knew she wanted him inside of her, taking her fully.
She rocked her hips against him, trying to slide onto him. That grin of his told her he’d been waiting for her.
Wickedly slow, he entered her, and a peace—an utterly captivating peace—suffused his face. She wanted to feel his skin against her, the weight of him, pressing her into the bed so nothing and no one could separate them. She reached up, her hands smoothing over his shoulders only to pull him down. He lowered himself, draping her body, his chest pressing against hers, his head buried in her hair to the side as he thrust faster, deeper than before. His moans, strong and possessive, swam in her head as his cock buried deep inside of her. The feel of him moving in her, the perfect melding of flesh, brought her a sense of fulfillment and love she never knew existed before this moment.
She wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper.
“More,” she whispered in his ear as his thrusts struck the right spot.
He belonged to her
Kayo seated himself to the hilt and captured her mouth, locking them together as one. The blessed pleasure sent her hips higher and higher as her pussy clenched around him. After one last thrust, he held himself there as his warmth spread inside her and his sweat-slicked chest brushed over her sensitive nipples. Being with him like this, so utterly entwined in his body and the euphoria he’d given her, convinced her of what she’d suspected all along. Kayo completed her, in bed and out. There was no other explanation that made sense.
He kissed her forehead as he slid from her body. “My Alli.” It was all he said, but it was enough. More than enough.
As she shrugged off what remained of her shirt, he pulled the sheets over them both.
“How did you know, Kayo?” she asked as he tugged her against her side, and curled an arm around her.
“Know what?”
She laid her head against his chest. “That I wouldn’t shut down when you struck my bottom.”
“I didn’t.”
She tilted her head back so she could see him. “You did it anyway.”
He thought for a minute, and then captured her hand in his and held it against his chest. “It’s hard to know what your triggers are, what my own are even, but I trust you.”
“You mean I trust you, and that’s why you did it?”
The hand he had curled around her started playing with a lock of her hair. “I trust you to tell me when something scares you or you just don’t like it.” His eyes found the window. She wished she knew what he was thinking. He looked lost for a minute, like when he’d been released from the cage at the magistrate’s office.
“I won’t treat you like you’re fragile, because you’re strong, Alli. Stronger than anyone I know.”
She hadn’t even known she’d like it, and had he asked her ahead of time, she probably would have said no, fearing it would feel like some of the awful things her past owners had done to her. But he was right, she would tell him to stop. She wouldn’t have weeks ago, but somewhere, somehow he’d helped her find that strength.
“Thank you, Kayo,” she said, as she laid her head back on his chest.
“Isn’t the guy supposed to say thank you?”
And there he was, joking again, like that first day, when he’d fed her dinner. “No, I think I have the right of it here.”
He placed one last kiss against her forehead before his breathing evened out. He’d fallen asleep. She stared at his face, the tension long gone. It had been a long hard day, but a perfect night. There had been nothing rushed or frenzied about Kayo’s lovemaking. He’d taken his time, giving her all of who he was, all of Kayo.
Maybe it was the freedom of knowing he no longer owned her or that he could go home anytime he wanted. Kayo had held back nothing and loved her in a way she’d never known before, not even with him. The evening was passionate, exhilarating, and exhausting. And yet nothing was as sweet as lying beside Kayo, with his arm wrapped around her.
Sleep evaded her as she thought about her life and Kayo. She no longer lived in fear, she looked forward to the future; she even dared to dream about a family one day. As she traced Kayo’s cheek with a single finger, a shiver ran through her. Despite how Kayo’s arms drew her closer in his sleep, somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew Kayo would leave her.
