Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,138
to the base of the plug and playing with it. “How does it feel?” he asks, slightly pushing the plug.
Without even moving, I simply say, “Feels good, and different…”
Then he pulls the plug very slowly out of my ass, and I let out a quick gasp at the feeling. “I’ll leave the plugs on your nightstand. Tomorrow morning, after your shower, you’re gonna take the first one and put it in before going to breakfast.”
I blink twice in confusion, and after pulling back to look him in the eye, I ask, “You want me to go to breakfast with a plug in my butt?” My tone comes off as outrageous as his request.
A quick laugh escapes him. “Yes, would you do that for me?”
“I think the question is more what I wouldn’t do…” He doesn’t say anything in return, as he knows that’s the truth. Yeah, I’m possessed. Truly and utterly possessed by this man. He’s taking me to new heights, and all I can hope for is that he doesn’t let me fall. For I know that this time, I might not survive it. We remain looking at each other for a few more heartbeats before he presses his lips against my forehead. Then they hover by my ear, and he whispers, “Turn around.” And after ushering me to turn and face the mirror standing in front of the bed, he adds, “On your knees.”
Oh jeez… As I do so, my ass remains up in the air, with my head down.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” he orders.
What? Look at myself in the mirror?
My first instinct is to decline, but curiosity gets the best of me, and I dare to stare at my reflection. But my attention goes to him standing on his knees behind me, wonderfully sculpted, his shoulders wide and heavy with muscle, his chest broad and flat. The light plays on every edge and corner of his abs, following the contours of the musculature below so that every striation is visible. I notice how vascular he is, especially on his arms, but two prominent blue veins bulge on each side of his abs and trace a pronounced line to his groin, disappearing below his waist. Oh gosh… everything about him is perfection.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says just above a whisper as we look at each other in the mirror.
I laugh, thinking how he’s just read my mind, and I let my head dip down.
“Eyes on me, Miss Van Gatt.”
“Sorry.” My heart keeps thundering as I see him reaching for his cock and placing it between my butt cheeks. Oh jeez, I haven’t done this since the hunt. My body tenses up, and I freeze instantly at the thought of having him inside.
“Shhh…” he says, stroking the lower part of my back. “Relax…” Instantly, though, my gaze drops again. “Petra.” And I know he wants me to keep looking at him.
Taking a deep breath, I keep my eyes on his, and as I do so, there is a definite sense of his girth as he stretches me open to accommodate him. He thrusts slightly in, making me gasp at the feel of him. Oh fuck, I forgot how painful this can be. A plug is a total joke compared to him.
He cracks a side smile, and pushes his head in a bit more.
“Ah…” I close my eyes for a second, but reopen them just as fast.
“Breathe…” he says in a low voice while going deeper. “I know you can take it.”
Well, yeah, but last time, I was not watching the whole damn thing in the mirror! I try to keep my eyes wide open as he thrusts farther in, but it’s so hard. I want to close them, rest my head on the mattress. But I can’t.
“Oh fuck,” I hear him growling. “You feel so damn good.” He licks his lower lip before moving his hips forward, this time harder.
Jeez, my cheeks flush just hearing his words.
“And you have no idea how much I love pleasing you.” I don’t know why I said that, but it felt like the right thing to say.
He holds me on each side of my waist, his eyes focused down there, and, in a sudden move, he rams into me, taking my breath away.
“Fuck…” I moan, feeling such a big part of him entering me.
But he doesn’t stop there, no. He looks up at me again, and as we gaze at each other, he thrusts again. Deeper. Longer. Harder.