Page 119 of Ward Willing
“Not before you do. You owe me a fifth orgasm.”
He drags his cock out of me slowly before slamming in, and I clench my inner muscles around him again.
“Fuck, Zoe, I can’t.”
His movements stutter, and his hands dig into my waist as he lets out a long, slow groan. One of his hands comes between my legs, and he begins to work my clit between the two rough pads of his fingers. Between the staggered movements he’s making, and the low, gravelly noises leaving his lips, I know it’ll only take a couple of swipes of his fingers against my clit to make me come.
“Yes, like that,” I say, my voice hoarse as my fingers dig into the wood headboard. “Fuck, Liam–”
“Not so fast,” he growls, pulling out. I gasp as the empty feeling washes over me. I wassoclose. “I want to watch you.”
I turn around to face him on shaky legs, and then I lower myself onto my back as he slowly strokes himself and climbs between my legs. He doesn’t move; he only watches me, legs spread, as he works his cock with his hands. And his face… he looks both mesmerized and frustrated. His hair is a complete mess, falling over his forehead haphazardly. His forehead and neck are shining with the exertion of fucking me, and his shirt is mostly untucked and wrinkled. Suddenly, the urge to make him fall apart is too much to ignore. I lift my hips and silently ask for what I want.
Him.
Inside of me.
Looking almost resigned, he angles his cock down and places it against my opening. I hike my knees higher to give him better access, and out of the corner of my eye, I see his hands fist the fabric of the duvet on either side of my head.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he pushes into me, andfuck,I never want him to leave. Liam inside of me feels like everything good in the world poured into one thing, and the way he’s looking at me makes my chest ache with want. He’s quiet as his body begins to shake on top of mine, and I don’t need his fingers or tongue to come. I only need to see him lose control on top of me. My eyes don’t leave his as he pulls out and slowly drives into me. I relish in the way he’s watching me with the most intense expression I’ve ever seen. It’s raw, and wild, and it makes everything inside of me sing. I raise my hips slightly, and I swear my heart skips a beat when his lashes flutter.
This.This is what I crave as a submissive. Sure, I enjoy the power play. But watching my Dom fall apart on top of me, like nothing in the world could pull us apart? It’s like nothing else, and I’ve never experienced it this intensely before.
“I’m close,” I tell him, feeling one of his hands come to the back of my thigh as he moves over me,
“Show me,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. When his chest rumbles with a groan that he tries to hold back, I lose it, and everything inside of me snaps powerfully.
My toes curl, and I see stars as my fifth climax slams through me. I try to twist away from the sheer power of the orgasm, but he doesn’t let me. He holds me still, and each wave shocks me to the point of almost passing out. My cunt greedily contracts around his cock, milking him as my body bows off the bed, and I’m not breathing. No air is entering my lungs, because I can’t move…
I gasp when his cock hardens, and I hear him moan on top of me. He slows his pace, holding back slightly.
“Liam,” I plead. “Please. I want to feel you come.”
Liam drops his head to my neck as his teeth graze my skin, the sound of his incoherent words feathering against my skin. He leans back slightly so that he can support himself on his legs, and his hands come to my hips, gripping them in a bruising manner. I clench my core around him again, reveling in the way he twitches.
“Fuck, fuck, Zoe.” My name falls from his lips in such a devoted way that I can only stare at him as he approaches his breaking point.
He continues muttering incoherently, and then his face slackens, and his mouth drops open. His hands take mine as he laces our fingers together, and it’s both sweet and intense.
Watching Liam come apart is a religious experience. His thrusts turn erratic, and then he stills completely as he begins to pulse deep and hard inside of me. The warmth spreads through my core, and I can’t look away as he watches me, as his eyes bore into mine. The dark blue color is intense and profound in a way that makes me want to grieve that it’s over, that he’s finished.
And it terrifies me.
He goes still and almost instantly collapses on top of me, save for his abdomen, which he manages to keep from crushing me completely. His arms are shaking as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, the spot underneath my ear…
His cock is still twitching inside of me.
“Fuck,” he says, taking three deep breaths as he rolls onto his back and pulls me with him, slipping out of me.
I drape one leg over him as he holds me, and we both ignore his seed seeping out of me against his thigh. When I look up at him, he’s smiling.
“That didn’t feel very much like a punishment,” I tease.
He chuckles, and the sound of it against my head on his chest makes me giddy and happy. Andtired.
“I’ll have to rectify that next time, but first I need a bit more guidance on what you like in that department. I never…” He swallows. “I never want to hurt you.” Squeezing me tighter, he sighs contentedly. “That’s probably a conversation for another day. Now, since you fell asleep the last time I tried to give you aftercare, let me make it up to you this time.”
“Snacks?” I ask, my voice hopeful.
