Page 68 of Dance for Me

She obeyed without question, raising up onto her knees until only the crown of his cock connected them intimately, sinking down again to the music of his voice. The sparks multiplied, evolved into something more dangerous than before, a match already struck and waiting only to be tossed into fuel.

As her confidence grew, thoughts of pain and embarrassment flitted away. There was only them, Braun’s body beneath hers and her own becoming something more. She leaned back, taking him deeper still, and let her head fall back on a moan of pure joy.

“There she is. There’s my gorgeous girl.”

She said the words she hadn’t known were waiting. “Fuck me, Braun. Please.”

He didn’t argue. Didn’t ask if she was sure. They both knew she’d reached a point where kid gloves were no longer necessary. They rolled again, and a laugh burst free from her as she landed flat on her back, breathless and aroused. That laugh cut off quickly, knocked from her lungs with the first wild drive of his hips.

Flesh slapped against flesh.

In the dim recesses of what was left of her working brain, she understood that although he hammered her into the mattress with sure, swift strokes, he was still holding back. She read it in the lines of strain on his face, the concentration in his eyes.

Taking what he wanted, giving her what she needed, but not yet asking her to expand the limits of what she could handle.

Her breathing changed, turning into rapid pants as the wet sounds of her pussy turned molten. His cock touched a spot inside her that set her muscles on fire, spreading through her sweat-slicked body as though she bathed in the heat of a forest fire. She tightened around him savagely until he snarled.

Braced over her, eyes keen on her face, he ordered, “Touch your clit, Bodie. I want you to come with me.”

Her hand slipped between them, found where they joined. The smooth slide of his shaft against her fingers was sinful and so fucking arousing. Braun snapped out a curse word, holding his weight up on one arm as his other hand grasped hers and directed it where he wanted it.

Their twined fingers rubbed over the distended bundle of nerves, tipping her over the edge into an orgasm that left her throat raw and her body quaking under his. She came again in rapid succession as he slammed his hips flush to hers, spearing deep and holding himself rigidly still.

He grunted quietly, and she felt his cock kick as he came. Again and again, until the strain around his eyes and mouth relaxed. He dropped his forehead against hers, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss—she was starting to enjoy those—and then painstakingly extracted himself from her body.

Bodie grimaced, whimpered under her breath, but Braun bent and kissed her sweetly.

“Stay right here, gorgeous. I’m not leaving you.” He strode into the bathroom. When he emerged a few moments later, his impressive erection was at half-mast but unadorned by latex, and he held a washcloth in his hands.

Bodie was exactly where he’d left her, already half asleep. She didn’t have the energy or the modesty to try and move her legs, arms, or head. Still didn’t when her lover sat beside her and, with all the patience of a man tending to something he loved dearly, gently cleaned her sore pussy with the cloth.

She drifted in a post-orgasmic haze, listening to him tell her how proud he was. How much he loved her. Reassuring her she was safe, she could sleep.

In that haze, she lost sense of time and place. The only thing that mattered to her in those minutes was the strong body tucked up behind hers, the powerful arm banded around her waist. The sound of him breathing. The murmur of his voice. The scent that was no longer only him, but a combination of them.

In companionable silence, she snuggled into him without thinking about how vulnerable she was in these moments. Her trust in him was now absolute, given to him freely, and more than earned on his part. He’d stuck with her from day one, despite all the crap she’d thrown at him, regardless of the things she’d done out of stubbornness and fear.

She loved him, her patient Master, and she could only hope the curse of her family wouldn’t come close to touching him.

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