my lip again. Like I had some sort of control over what was happening to me. He plunged his fingers into me again, this time harder. Words had deserted me. All I had left was incoherence.
He pulled his fingers away, as if he knew how close I was.
“Stryker!” I was hot and throbbing and frustrated.
“Patience.” He finally removed my underwear and his mouth took the place his fingers had vacated. He spread my hips wide to get better access as he started the slow build again. My brain nearly exploded when he moved his mouth back and forth, his lip ring rubbing against me.
It was the roller coaster all over again, but he wouldn’t let me go over the edge. He pulled back just in time. My body shook with the need for release, and I was afraid it was going to kill me when he finally took my hands and let me help him remove his pants and boxers.
“Finally,” I said as he grabbed a condom from the drawer in my desk. I was wet and ready and I grabbed his dick, but he pushed my hands away.
“Plenty of time for that.” I almost screamed at him, but it turned into a moan when he put his fingers inside me again.
This time he took me to the edge and let me fall and I broke around his fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me,” he said as his lips ravaged me further.
I couldn’t help but comply as it went on and on, tearing me apart and putting me together and tearing me apart again. Just when I thought it was over, he threw one of my legs over his shoulder, paused for a moment and plunged into me.
“You and me,” he said, pulling out slow and plunging back in.
“No space,” I moaned, digging my fingers into his back. He went deep, deeper than he ever had. After every thrust, he waited for a second. No space.
He picked up the pace and I felt myself building again. I pushed myself up to meet him and he met me with force.
I came again, just as strong as before.
“I love you,” he said as the world was shattering.
“I love you,” I said as I felt him come a few moments later. Our lips met one last time.
You and me.
No space.
Chapter Twenty-four
Stryker
It was what I had wanted that very first time I’d met her. Watching her face as I drove her to the edge of pleasure and pulled her back was something so beautiful I didn’t think I could ever do it justice with my pen.
Afterward, I lay with her, our sweat mingling and our bodies as close as they could be without being physically connected. She was busy reading my tattoos.
“You figured out what you want yet?” Her skin was still ink free.
“Not yet.”
“Well, how about we practice?”
“What do you mean?” I unwrapped my arms from around her and sat up, grabbing a marker from the box on her desk. I’d been planning this ever since I got her naked.
“How about we try out a few. What was something you considered?” I held up the marker and she smiled.
“A butterfly on my shoulder.” She pointed.
“Turn over.” She rolled onto her back and turned her head so she could watch me. I dragged the marker across her skin, making the outline of a butterfly, as if it was resting on her shoulder. I grabbed a few other colors so I could make it more vibrant. She giggled a little at the touch of the marker. I finished the butterfly and then drew a flower below it, as if the butterfly had stopped on it to rest.
“What next?” I said.
“Um, how about a starfish?”
“Where?”
She turned over. “My hip.” She pointed to her left hip and gave me a little smile. I let my eyes trace her body. I’d seen it many times before, but I had a whole new appreciation of it now.
It was so tempting to drop the marker and make her moan like she had earlier. Leaving the cap on the marker, I and slowly drew it over her body, from her collarbone and down her breasts to her bellybutton, where I made a circle and then lower.
“Starfish,” she said in a harsh voice, her eyes closed and her hands fisted in her blanket.
“Of course, how could I forget?” I uncapped the marker and started to draw, watching her skin pimple with goosebumps. I drew one starfish and then a clam and then