Page 51 of Your Echo
“Your cock!” I shout. “Please, Ace. Do it with your cock.Je t’en supplie.”
It’s not an exaggeration; Iambegging him. Every last scrap of composure I have is gone. He lets out a sound that’s close to a growl, and I hear the drawer in his bedside table slide open. A moment later and he’s behind me again, his hands clamped around my hips as I bite down on the blanket.
“This is what you want?” He leans into me so that his cock presses against my folds.
“Oui oui oui. S’il te plait, oui.”
The head of him finds its way inside me. When he gives the first thrust to get himself deeper, I feel my body tense. I haven’t had anyone inside me for so long, and he’s big, stretching me wider than I think I can go.
“God, you’re tight. I don’t know if—”
“Fuck me,” I interrupt him. “Fuck me now.”
He pushes all the way inside and holds himself there for a moment, while I gasp and squirm in front of him. When the pain finally subsides enough that it turns into pleasure, I start to rock against him. He takes the hint and begins to thrust, building up speed until he’s going as fast as his fingers were a few minutes ago.
“Shit, you feel good.”
“Harder!” I keep demanding, over and over as he fucks me raw. “Go fucking harder, Ace!”
He does, slamming into me with so much force I know my knees would buckle if he weren’t holding my hips up, but it’s not enough. I need tofeelthis—really feel it. I need to be so swept up in this moment that nothing exists beyond the sensations in my body. I open my eyes just a slit and watch the candle flames dance, casting twisting shadows on the wall behind them.
Suddenly I know what I want.
“Ace, the candle.”
He keeps thrusting. “Hmm?”
“The candle, Ace. Get the candle.”
I feel him start to slow down. “Stéphanie...”
I slide away from him, and he groans as he’s forced to pull out. I flip around and find him standing there with his cock at attention, giving me a wary look.
“I told you I wanted this to hurt,” I insist.
“I know, and fuck me, is that ever a sexy thought, but that shit takes trust. A lot of trust. Me dripping molten candle wax on your skin isn’t exactly casual.”
“Are you saying this is casual?”
His reaction is instant. He grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the mattress so he can wrap both his hands around my neck. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just holds them there, my veins pulsing under his palms.
“No,” he says sharply. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, but it’s not casual. Nothing about what I feel for you is casual. If this is what you want, I’ll give it to you, but I need you to be sure.”
I place my hands over his, forcing him to squeeze.
“I’m sure. I want this. I trust you.”
We stay posed like that for another moment, a profane tableau of lust, and then he lets go of me and picks up the short and stubby candle. I settle down on my back, close to the end of the bed.
“You say red if it’s too much, okay? You say red, and everything stops.”
I nod my understanding. The flame is mesmerizing. It’s all I can focus on as he approaches. Trails of dark wax have already congealed on the candle’s sides. Ace holds one hand cupped underneath and pauses at the edge of the mattress, standing between my legs.
“I’m going to blow it out so it cools a little,” he explains, before snuffing the flame out with a huff of air.
“I want you to do it while you fuck me,” I demand.
I swear I see his pupils get even wider when I say those words.
