Page 11 of Crown of Thorns
And then he nudges my thighs farther apart. He makes this choice for me, his hands heavy on my backside as he parts my center with his thumbs before he puts his mouth on me, licking me, tasting me, spearing me with his tongue as he alternates his attention between my clit and my opening. Rhys works me into a frenzy as he fucks me with his tongue, and I grip the bedding in my hands as I rock my hips back to get more of him. I’m so weak where he’s concerned.
“Please,” I whine as he pulls away, leaving my impending orgasm hanging in the air.
And then I feel him climb up on the bed to kneel between my legs and the broad head of him presses against my pussy. Rhys grabs my hips hard in his hands and drives deep inside of me.
“Fuck, but it feels like you were made for me,” he groans as he plants himself deep.
“Yes,” I pant as he leisurely glides in and out of me. He’s giving me just enough to keep me aroused but not enough to send me over the edge.
“Your cunt was made just for my cock,” he says. “Look at the way that you take me. All of me.”
“Yes,” I whimper but I need more, so much more. “Please, Rhys!”
“Poor hen needs a good fucking, doesn’t she?”
“Please!”
And then he covers my back with his hard body, sliding his arms underneath me to absorb his weight onhis forearms. He moves one hand up so that his palm rests between my breasts over my heart, and the other he moves down to cover my mound and strum my clit with his fingers as he pumps into me from behind.
“Yes,” I chant as he moves his fingers over me while his cock moves inside of me, driving me toward the climax that I want so desperately. Rhys seems to want it with just as much desperation as I do because his thrusts become hard and fast, and he takes me rougher than he originally started to.
He pushes his hand at my breast up farther to collar my throat, not squeezing, but just holding me steady as he plunges into me over and over.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me you forgive me, and I’ll make you come.”
Shit. I can’t not. He’s worked my body into such a frenzy that I have to, I need to come but my heart isn’t ready to give in. I don’t want to forgive him, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to, so I do the only thing I can to achieve my present goal. I lie. “Yes,” I pant. “Please make me come.”
“Tell me that you’re mine,” he commands as he drives deeper and deeper, his fingers flicking my clit in a way that keeps me on edge, never letting me fall. “Tell me you won’t run again because you know that I’ll chase you down and bring you back. Tell me you know you belong here with me, at my side and in my bed—on my cock.”
“Goddammit!” I shout. I’ve lost all fight. I’ll sayanything he wants. I won’t mean it, but I cannot let him leave me in this state. “I’ll agree to anything if you just let me come.”
“Gladly, hen,” he purrs. “I was just waiting for you.”
And then he pumps harder into me—faster—his fingers moving with intent over my heated flesh. I grab onto the bedding, not sure if I’m trying to crawl away or push back to be absorbed by him. I just don’t know which and then it rolls over me. Rhys tips my face back to him with the hand at my throat and swallows my screams and cries with his mouth to mine as I come.
He lets go of me to let me press my face into the mattress as he pounds into me once, twice, a third time before he plants himself deep and shouts my name as he comes.
He drops down to cover me, pressing my body into the mattress with his, keeping us connected in the most intimate of ways. I can feel his heart beating hard and fast, his chest against my back. My own is moving similarly and I wonder if this is how I’m going to die, until I realize the promises he wrung out of me in the heat of the moment.
“That wasn’t fair,” I tell him.
“All’s fair in love and war, hen,” he says without an ounce of contrition. “It was time for you to forgive me and I was done waiting.”
“That’s rude.”
“That’s nothing compared to the rude things I wantto do to you to make up for lost time,” he says. “I’ve had two weeks of nothing but time to imagine and cold showers while stroking my cock and thinking of you.”
“Gross.”
“Not gross,” he says as he thickens inside of me. “I needed you. I still need you.”
He slides out of me and turns me to my back to face him.
“And now?” I ask.
“Now, hen, I need you most of all,” he says as he pushes my thighs wide and slides inside.
I let out a gasp, feeling him thick and hard inside of me again, and arch my back to connect with him deeper. Rhys grabs my hands in his as draws them up to either side of my head, twining his fingers with mine and then he drops his head to press his mouth to mine, leisurely licking in as he slowly moves in and out of me, aided by my arousal now and our cum from earlier. I sink into all that he makes me feel and decide to worry about my future another day. Right now, I can think about nothing but Rhys and me and how he makes me feel as he makes love to me.
