Page 23 of Her Sweet Surrender
“Yes,” she purred in excitement.
He began ramming his shaft into her repeatedly, each stroke teasing her swollen G-spot while he slowly pressed his thumb into her ass.
Her orgasm climbed to dizzying heights. When her thighs began to tremble, she struggled to keep holding the rose.
Brie cried out when she climaxed, her pussy gushing as she released, covering the tantra chair in her come.
Sir let out a guttural growl when he felt her slick excitement.
She lay against the tantra chair, her body still trembling from her multiple orgasms, and held on to the rose for dear life.
“I think the time has come,” he murmured huskily as he bit her shoulder, “for me to unleash my love on you.”
“Yes, Thane,” she begged.
Fisting her hair, he pulled her head back. “Keep your eyes on the rose until you can no longer focus. I’m about to make you fly.”
Brie held her breath when Sir let go of her hair and grabbed her waist with both hands. He ramped up the strength and speed of his thrusts. She was far too stimulated not to respond to the ferocity of his claiming.
With his permission, Brie willingly dove into that sweet abyss of subspace and eventually dropped the rose.
Although she was partially aware of her surroundings, she was flying so high afterward that she was unable to respond when he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
“Brie…focus on my voice.”
She lay there, keeping her eyes open with great effort. Still floating on clouds of sensual bliss, she turned her head toward him as a slow smile spread across her lips.
“I love you, Thane Davis.”
He grazed her bottom lip with the rose, declaring with a possessive look in his eyes, “There will never be another person who will love you as much as I do, Brie.”
Heated Exchange
Master Anderson returned with Hope at exactly ten o’clock that same evening. Shey was standing by his side.
The sexy Dom looked a little worse for wear, but Hope seemed to be sleeping peacefully in the car seat he carried. “Here she is, safe and sound,” he announced, holding her out to Sir.
“How did it go?” Brie asked, taking a quick peek at Hope.
“Like I said—she’s safe and sound.”
“So, no issues?” Sir confirmed.
Master Anderson took off his cowboy hat and swiped his hair back, chuckling. “Let’s just say that little girl is a ball of energy. Even the cats are wiped out.”
“Tell us all about it,” Brie encouraged, inviting them both inside.
Master Anderson escorted Shey into the house, then headed straight for the couch. He flopped down on it, laying his head back and putting his hat over his eyes before sighing in exhaustion.
Sir smirked. “Did our daughter prove to be too much for you?” he asked as he unbuckled Hope from the car seat and cradled her against him.
“I’m still standing, figuratively speaking,” Master Anderson answered, pushing his hat up.
“Oh yes. Brad had it handled the entire time,” Shey replied, laughing. “I was impressed by his mad skills.”
“Don’t be throwing your man under the bus, now,” he teased.
“I would never do that,” she assured him, then turned to Brie. “I even took pictures.”
