I would have argued that it was a perfectly acceptable time to have an elevated heartrate, but then he slid in deeper, and all I could do was gasp and arch into it.
I cracked my eyes open, drinking in that dominant expression on his stunning face, all of his usual poise forgotten, but then I glanced behind him to the swirling mass.
He still had all the passion, lust, and desire of before, but so muchmorehad bled into it. Fractals of icy blue patience and reserve. Maybe it was freaky of me, but Ilovedthat he had to try so hard not to ravage me. As if I were so wanted, so desirable, that it took all his control not to lose himself to his primal urges.
Then there werevesica piscisof lavender and cerulean; intersecting twin orbs of pleasure and control. Wobbly little streaks of worry, which would normally be a turnoff, but I sensed it was more him worried about coming too soon rather than something wrong with what we were doing.
“More,” I pleaded again. Even though I felt pushed to my limit already, that same insatiable part of me wanted to go even further.
“You want more, you’ll get more.”
It was a promise. A threat. A benediction and tease all in one. And all I could do was breathe and cling to him as my body accepted more of his length.
He pulsed his hips, occasionally slowly drawing back before pushing forward again. His hands roved over me, feeling me,claimingme.
I loved it. God, I loved it. When our hips were almost flush, I couldn’t help but let out a mewl. Only his knot was left.
I was in heaven. Strange how the deepest pits of hedonism got me there.
“There you go, you’re almost there,” Paul murmured before he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. The spike of pleasure had my whole body responding, and I felt myself relax around him. “You’re doing so good.”
Was the praise corny? Possibly. But it was perfect, and I practically glowed at the compliment. Yeah, Iwastaking him well. Determination surged through me, and I wanted to make him come so hard he’d have to fight to keep his human form.
It was important to have goals.
“Do it,” I hissed, nails raking down his back. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his hand sliding into the scant space between us, fingers rubbing my swollen clit. “Don’t wanna let go one more time before taking my knot? You do make the prettiest face when you lose control.”
Lose control? That was one way to put it.
“I’m sure,” I said in a raspy voice, wondering how much longer I would even be verbal. I could feel myself falling into the rich depths of it all. It wasn’t easy for the line from my brain to my mouth to be disrupted, and I wanted to take advantage of it.
The rumble that came from Paul’s chest was a better vibration than my Hitachi. My eyes rolled back in my head as he closed the last of the distance between us. For a moment, it seemed impossible that the bulge would fit, but then he pulled out and thrust in again.
Again.
Again.
It was a constant ebb and flow. There was a curve to him that hit something inside me, something I wasn’t used to being stimulated, and it had me fluttering between feeling like I was going to shake apart into pieces or that all my muscles were going to contract me into a compressed ball.
“I can feel you relaxing around me,” he murmured before his mouth found my nipple again, his hand returning to working circles on and around my clit. Never too much sensation but enough to fry my brain. “That’s a good girl. Let me in. Let me in, gorgeous.”
He thinks I’m gorgeous?
I mean, I would hope so?
“Deep breath now, Cherry.”
Somehow I managed that, and then finally,finally,he was pressing the rest of the way in. Not just teasing my entrance with the top of his knot, but fully pushing into me until we were skin to skin, our bodies flush.
“Fuck!” I cried, so consumed byeverything.
“That’s it, that’s fucking it,” Paul chanted as he rocked into me. He never pulled out all the way, but he didn’t need to. Not when he filled me so completely, touched every part of me. “You’re gonna come on my knot, aren’t you? Gonna fall apart for me like the gorgeous girl you are?”
Normally, I’d push back against the authority in his tone, but there was nothing normal about what was happening between me and him. Something about his command gripped me, or maybe it was the way he was completely working me over, because I felt that tantalizing wave of euphoria rapidly rolling toward me.
“I-I-I….”