Page 106 of Surrender to Me
Then I slowly ease back out of her and instruct her to move to the blanket again. “Your forehead on the pillow.”
While she does that, I go to the bathroom to wash my hands, taking my time, intentionally drawing out her sense of apprehension.
When I rejoin her, I tweak her position, nudging her ass higher into the air. “Like you did earlier, reach back and spread your cheeks. You look so pretty like this.” So fucking pretty. Red ass, pussy dripping, her pink puckered skin parted a little in silent invitation. Her vulnerability and trust make my chest ache with primal lust.
I kneel behind her to slide one finger into her pussy, another into her ass, moving them in sync. “Play with your clit. You don’t have to hold yourself open any longer.”
She still struggles to keep her balance, her arms shaking as she reaches for her clit.
Her moans fill the room, raw and desperate, and I can feel her pulsing around me, her body teetering on the edge. I pull out, leaving her gasping, her chest heaving, her body trembling against the blanket.
I roll on the condom, the latex tight against my cock, and check her pussy, sliding my fingers through her wetness to be sure she’s ready.
She’s drenched, her folds swollen. Is there any realization more powerful than this? That a woman I’m with is desperate for my cock?
Mainlining the satisfaction, I line myself up to filling her hot cunt in one controlled, deliberate thrust.
Allie cries out as her body stretches to take me, and I lubricate my fingers again. With careful intent, I slip one in her ass.
“Oh, Stryker!”
After she squirms desperately, I ease in a second, moving them in time with my cock.
The tightness is overwhelming, her heat gripping me, and I let her brace her hands on the blanket, giving her stability as I drive into her.
Her orgasms come hard, one after another, her body shaking, her cries echoing off the walls.
“Stryker, I…”
“Come for me, sweetheart.” I lose myself in her, in the way she surrenders, the way she trusts me to take her there.
I let her ride out her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure as long as possible until she shudders, crying out, and the orgasm claims her.
As she clenches around me for a final time, I groan.
There’s no way under creation for me to hold back even a moment longer.
With a deep shudder, I come, the release intense, my vision blurring for a moment.
A devastating realization flashes through me. I want to take her without a condom, fill her with my seed, to mark her as mine in every way.
Where the fuck-all did that thought come from?
“You okay?”
She exhales through her mouth, but she doesn’t respond.
“Let me take care of you.” I pull out gently. Then I grab another blanket and cover her with it. “Stay where you are.”
In the bathroom, I dispose of the condom and grab a warm, damp cloth.
When I return, she hasn’t moved at all. Her eyes have drifted shut, and there’s a slight smile on her lips.
Even though she protests a little at me pulling back the blanket, I clean her carefully, wiping away the lube, the sweat, the evidence of our intensity.
I scoop her from the floor and sit on the couch, cradling her tight.
Instantly she curls into me, a palm splayed on my chest.
