the way down into his lap, taking all of him.
With a groan, he rose to his feet, lifting me up, too. His expression turned from tortured to wild as he pressed my back to the wall.
“I’m taking you,” he growled, thrusting his hips into me. “You’re mine.” He pumped harder, rubbing just the right spot in this position. “My woman.”
His speed increased. He rutted wildly, violently. I felt his power with each brutal thrust. It spread through me with ache and pleasure, claiming me for him.
He came, just as fiercely, with a growl and gritting of teeth.
The moment his cock slipped out of me, his hand was between my legs.
“How?” He cupped me there, sliding a finger in and out of me and trailing it around my opening. “How do I make you come? Show me where?” he demanded.
Pleasure skirted and pulsed around my core from his touch. I rocked my hips against his hand, needing all of it and more.
I found his finger with my hand and pressed it to that one spot where I needed him most. “Right here.”
“This here?” He circled the tight, throbbing bud, and I gasped as my hips bucked. “So small?” he muttered in amazement. He pressed harder, watching me writhe in ecstasy against his hand. “And so very powerful.”
I hooked my arm around his neck. He rubbed, caressed, and rolled, playing with me the way I’d played with him just a little while ago. Each movement of his exploring fingers was taking me higher. With another press of his hand, the orgasm finally hit me.
I gasped with a moan, hugging him tighter. My hips jerked as an intense pleasure spasmed inside me, blinding me to the rest of the world.
“There you go,” Wyck murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. He lightened his touch, gently stroking the last ripples of the orgasm out of me. “It didn’t take long at all.”
I smiled against his neck, slowly drifting down from the crest.
“I guess you’re right.” I sighed, relaxing in his arms under the warm streams of water rushing over us.
It’d been a while since I’d had sex, but that wasn’t what had made it so incredibly amazing this time.
“It’s because I really like you, Wyck. I like you so much.”
Chapter 18
I WOKE UP TO THE CARESS of lips and to the slight prickle of stubble along my skin.
Wyck trailed soft, tender kisses up my shoulder.
I stretched with a moan. The achy feeling through my body reminded me of everything Wyck and his two glorious dicks had done to me last night.
“How does it happen for you?” he asked, his warm breath fanning along my chest as he moved on to my left breast. “When do you start feeling desire?” He licked my nipple then sucked on it. “What are you feeling right now?”
He was learning, I realized. Everything he’d ever been taught about sex he needed to re-learn because all of that knowledge was warped.
“You care about what I feel?” He obviously did, but I wanted him to express it in words. I needed to hear it. “Why?”
“It brings me joy to know you feel what I’m feeling,” he replied simply. “My pleasure is not complete without yours.”
I trailed my fingers down the familiar dips and elevations of the three ridges on his head. Between them, the skin of his scalp was completely smooth, unlike the stubble he had on his cheeks and chin. The stubble never grew into a beard, though. I’d never seen him shave. It was always the same length, just like the slightly longer and softer hair on his chest.
“Sex really is like dancing, then.” I smiled. “A couple dance works the best when both partners are equally into it. For me personally, the desire starts like a fire. It begins with a spark from a touch, a word, or even a thought. Then it grows with more touching until it bursts with release. How does it happen for you?”
He exhaled a laugh, resting his head between my breasts.
“For me, it’s always there, my sweet sugar. Pain and pleasure—both urgent and intense. The real challenge is to wrestle it under control, to hold it back long enough to be able to think and function. Every day.”
I cradled his head to me with one arm, wrapping the other one around his massive shoulders. “Thank you for wrestling it and for holding it back until I was ready.”
He raised his head to catch my gaze.
“I want your desire for me to match mine