Page 37 of First Comes Revenge

“If I want?” he laughs. His hands are on my hips a moment later and he reaches around me, teasing me with his fingertips. I feel his length pushing up against me, warm and ready.

I grind my ass back against him, hungry for what he has. Hungry for what I need.

“I want to see you when I fuck you,” he says suddenly. He flips me over and climbs above me. His broad, muscled chest is dusted with dark hairs that trail down his belly.

He takes my hands and pushes them overhead like he’s about to bind me to the bedposts.

“I want to touch you,” I complain, tugging my wrists apart so the chain clicks.

He considers, then he straddles me, hisveryimpressive manhood resting on my stomach. He brings my hands down between us, and I think he’s about to undo the cuffs, completely giving up the game. Instead he brings my arms forward and guides my hands along his body. First, he leans forward so I can run my fingers down his cheeks, then his neck and through the short hairs on his chest. I moan aloud when he leads me down the ripples of his abs and finally to the pulsing length between his legs.

“Oh, God,” I breathe.

I start to stroke him with my hands. He’s big enough that I can use both hands on top of each other. He reaches behind himself to plunge his fingers inside me. I gasp as he fills me with two, then three fingers, curling them skillfully until I can barely focus on what I’m doing.

I get lost in the movements of our bodies until he’s gently pressing his hands to mine, urging me to stop before he climaxes. But he doesn’t stop what he’s doing until I’m writhing beneath him with stars in my eyes and fire beneath my skin. I convulse, clenching all around him and crying out.

I’m still riding the echoes of my orgasm when he slides back, pushing my legs apart. He meets my eyes and positions himself above me.

My eyes squeeze shut when I feel him start to press inside me.

“Open them,” he commands. “I want to watch your eyes when I fill you for the first time.”

For the first time.I nod my head obediently.So much for his claim that this was a one time thing, I guess.He takes my wrists from my chest and presses them over my head against the pillows, pinning them down with one arm while he holds himself up with the other. He rocks into me, filling me more with each thrust.

I want my hands in his hair, on his back, and on his ass. I’m greedy to touch him and I can’t with my hands like this. I hook my heels against the backs of his thighs and pull him deeper into me, gasping and breathing in thick gulps. I can barely take this. It’s too fucking good.

“You feel so perfect,” he groans.

“Mhm,” is all I can manage.

He keeps saying things in my ear as he works into a rhythm. He tells me I’m beautiful. How tight I am for him. How much he’s wanted to do this since we met. How Vaughn was a fucking idiot for letting me go.

It’s sensory overload. His body is so hard and powerful. His movements are so smooth and hypnotic I can’t stop watching him pound into me. I can’t stop myself from spreading my legs wider, pulling him against me with my heels and squirming against his grip on my wrists.

“Oh, God,” I gasp.

He returns my words with a groan. His eyes grow even more intense. “Look at me.Fuck,”he hisses. I feel him pulse inside me and the warmth deep inside.

It pushes me over the edge and we climax together.

It’s beautiful.

It’s amazing.

It’s like being catapulted straight into the starriest night sky I’ve ever seen. It’s glitter and freaking rainbows. It’s so perfect it hurts.

And then it just hurts, because he’s sliding out of me and I’m bracing myself for what comes next.

He’s rolling to his back and laying with an arm behind his head, watching the ceiling. He’s probably trying to decide the best combination of words to get me out of his apartment without being too much of a dick, because that’s how this works with guys like Jameson, isn’t it? He’s the type of perfect guy that women line up to date, and those guys are always ready to move on as soon as they get what they’re after.

I’m just laying, bracing myself for whatever he’s about to say now that he got what he wanted. I decide to save myself the embarrassment of being dismissed. “I should get back home.”

I start to get up awkwardly with my wrists still cuffed, but he pushes me back down. “Who said I was done with you?”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if I have another round in me tonight. That was…wow,” I say.

He grins. “We’ll work on your stamina. But I’ll warn you, I’m a tough coach.”

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