Page 38 of One More Sleepless Night

‘Sadist,’ she murmured.

‘Beg me,’ he said again.

‘No.’

‘Masochist.’

‘You’ll pay for this,’ she said, reaching down, taking him in her hand and stroking. She felt him tense and shudder so she rubbed her thumb across the tip and gently squeezed.

‘I have a feeling we both will,’ he said raggedly, stopping her hand, then abruptly rolling slightly and twisting away.

Nicky watched as he rummaged around in the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a condom. He ripped open the packet, slipped it on and then he was back on top of her, his eyes blazing down at her and his erection nudging at her entrance. Hovering. Waiting. Wanting her completely and utterly at his mercy, which she was.

She opened her legs wider. Tilted her hips higher. And then he was driving into

her with a rough groan and she thought that she was about to die and go to heaven.

‘Oh…’ she said, letting out a long shuddery breath as she felt him fill her.

‘Incredible,’ he muttered, going utterly still for a second before beginning to move. Deliberately slowly, ruthlessly measuredly and maddeningly in control.

And while there was certainly a time for languid and leisurely, right now she was in the mood for fast and frantic because the friction was becoming unbearable, the tension excruciating, and the pleasure relentless, and it wasn’t enough. The climax that had remained so tantalisingly out of reach when he’d stopped and asked her to beg still hovered at the edges of her consciousness.

He was holding it off, holding them both back, and no matter how much she writhed and rubbed against him he didn’t relent. She pulled his head down for a searing kiss and felt sparks shoot through her at the touch of his lips, his tongue, but none of it made the slightest difference. The only thing that all her efforts achieved was her own torment because with each tilt of her hips, with each twist and turn of her body and with each kiss she simply grew more and more frenzied until she was way beyond the point of any kind of control.

‘Oh, God,’ she mumbled, hearing the desperation in her voice and not caring one little bit. ‘Please…’

And then a second later his control seemed to dissolve and a wildness took over his movements and Nicky found she cared even less, because gone was maddeningly slow and ruthlessly measured, and he was now thrusting into her over and over again, going deeper, harder, faster until she didn’t think she could bear it any longer.

The delirium inside her escalated with each thrust, sweeping her up in it, higher and higher until the great ball of pressure inside her erupted and she hurtled over the edge, her body exploding into a thousand tiny fireworks of ecstasy.

She shook, convulsed and trembled in his arms, the tremors shuddering through her nearly breaking her apart and then she felt him bury himself deep inside her one last time, groan and pulsate into her, and unbelievably she came all over again.

For several long, long minutes neither of them moved. Nicky wouldn’t have been able to even if Rafael hadn’t collapsed on top of her because she felt utterly sated and utterly drained. As weak as a kitten, and quite extraordinarily good.

‘Wow,’ she managed once her breathing had eased, her heart rate had slowed and her surroundings had swum back into focus.

‘Quite.’ Even with his mouth muffled by her shoulder, Rafael sounded as stunned as she was.

‘What was that?’

Gently easing out of her, he rolled to one side and propped himself up on an elbow. ‘One harmless little kiss apparently.’

She looked up at him and slowly smiled. ‘Ah, but it didn’t hurt, did it?’

‘The kisses didn’t,’ he said raggedly. ‘However the damage to my back might be irreparable.’

‘Sorry,’ she said, too happy revelling in the aftermath of what had been the most glorious sex of her life to feel in the slightest bit apologetic. ‘Is it that bad?’

‘Not that bad. And I think I can live with it. Especially since you begged so nicely.’

She jerked her gaze to his and arched an eyebrow at the teasing glint in his eyes. ‘I did not beg.’

‘Yes, you did. I remember it clearly.’

‘I pleaded. There’s a difference.’

‘You think?’

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