Page 43 of A Naked Beauty

Mick rises over me. Balancing his weight on one arm, he reaches inside his pants to grasp his erection. I can see it, thick and pulsing in his hand.

“I’m so hard for you.” He strokes himself from the wide base to the glistening head, demonstrating how desperately close he is to the edge. How much he had reigned in his own needs to take care of mine. “I can’t wait any longer, baby.”

With a harsh groan, he grips the backs of my thighs, roughly yanking me to him, and lifts my legs so that they rest vertically along his chest, my ankles over his shoulders. I can feel his jutting cock, hot and stiff against my slit. He lowers his gaze and rumbles low in his throat as he shoves forward, watching the slick, fierce entry into my body. The connection is searing. It’s where he belongs. Where I belong. Us. Together.

He grinds his hips, and one minute he’s buried deep, hard and huge, and the next he’s pulling almost out, and back in again, all the time watching, groaning, rasping heated words that make me hotter, wetter.I love watching my cock move in and out of you. The way you open and close, sucking me in deep, squeezing me.

He lets my ankles slip off his shoulders and gathers me beneath him, confining me, kissing me voraciously. His chest vibrates with gruff, primal noises, his breaths do the same, gusting into my mouth. His body is tight against mine, his arms steel bands around my open thighs, his cock claims me. Possesses me.

I glory in the way he fucks me, as if he has to, as if his next breath depends on it. This part of myself that I didn’t know existed before him has found its equal. I was made for this volatile mix of pleasure-pain, for this sweet, savage rhythm. I was made for him.

My lungs heaving for air, I pull wildly on the restraints and struggle against the muscular weight of his body to rock into his pivoting lunges. But like a tugboat fighting a tidal wave, I’m helpless to do anything. All I can do is feel that thick column of muscle hitting every inch of me, the incessant pressure at the mouth of my womb, the perfect angle of his shaft rubbing against my clit. Ecstasy shatters.

I climax in a silent scream, clenching tightly around him. The pleasure heightened and magnified by my bound wrists and the way he has my entire body confined.

“That’s it, baby.” He stills, his muscles cording. “Squeeze me. Make me come. Ah, Dee.” He turns his cheek into the curve of my neck and slams into me for several hammering seconds. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes.” His open mouth bats against my skin as he grips my behind, and pumps his warm seed deep inside of me.

I lie beneath him, sated, drunk on his heat and musky scent. Mick had totally controlled my pleasure, aroused it beyond anything I’ve ever known, and it had been the hottest and most erotic experience of my life.

Micah

It’s a while before Ican move. Before I even want to. There’s no place I’d rather be than over Dee’s soft curves, with my face buried in her hair. Only the awareness I must be heavy has me shifting my weight to the side. Looking down at her in the hushed light, with her skin a misty gold and her eyes still closed, I release the knot that had pulled tighter every time she yanked in passion, and massage her wrists.

“You were unbelievable.”

“Me?” Her eyes flutter half-open. “You did all the work.”

“Hardly work.” I lick each of her still puckered nipples and she moans for me. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“Well then…” her hand curls around my neck when I incline my head to kiss her lips. “I guess you’ll just have to put all those fantasies to good use.”

“No fears?”

“None. I trust you with my heart and my body.”

Her words, given so freely, so sincerely, hit like a sledgehammer. Not for the first time am I struck by the magnitude of her trust. Her openness. By the way she holds nothing back this time. Baring herself physically and emotionally in the most defenseless ways. Gifting me with a ring as a symbol of her love. Allowing me to restrain her, no questions asked.

I can’t believe how lucky I am to have her. Can’t believe that this beautiful, incredible woman is all mine. I can’t screw it up. And yet, I keep risking it all.

She’d been angry that I hadn’t been forthright about the bodyguards, and again when she’d inadvertently found out about Mackie. Despite my reluctance, I’d partially opened the door on my fame when I didn’t want her anywhere near it. But I still haven’t told her about O’Malley…haven’t told her all there is to tell about my old man either.

There is no easy way to untangle myself from this web I’ve made of secrets and omissions.

Except for the truth.

Something I’m not ready to reveal. Not on the night I promised to make special for her.

“What are you thinking about so intently?” she asks, trailing kisses along my jaw.

“You.”

“Oh?” I feel her grin and shove the nagging thoughts into that corner of my mind where all the dark things live. “What about me?”

“I want you again.” My hand slides between her thighs. “Any objections?”

“No. Just one request.”

“Anything.”

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