“That’s good,” he praised. “Lean on me and let me take care of you.”
She met his stare, her gaze tangled with his. Something about the way she silently surrendered turned him on. The man in him responded to her wordless begging for him to take everything she had. Her offering surprised the hell out of him, but he didn’t dwell on that. Filling her with both his c**k and affection was far more important now.
Sean lifted her up a fraction, then lowered her an inch at a time, experimenting with her clenching walls, searching her face for any discomfort. This time, he submerged deeper, his head swimming with sensations until he swore he might drown in her. Callie was everything he’d imagined and so far beyond it boggled his mind.
With his fingers biting into her hips, Sean desperately fought to hold on to his control as he lowered her even more, stopping when she inhaled sharply and her body tensed again.
“It’s all right. Almost there.”
She writhed on him. “I’m so frustrated. I want you so badly.”
“And I want you. But I refuse to hurt you, lovely, when a little patience will do. It’s been a long time. I didn’t expect this to go easy.”
“I wanted it to.”
Sean couldn’t hold in a smile at her impatience, that part of her that seemed to think or believe the world should go her way. “I did, too. Next time, it will. Now, I want you to look right into my eyes.”
Callie blinked, focusing on him through the shadows. He blocked out everything and everyone except her. The sounds of whips and moans, the scents of sweat and sex, the slight chill in the air—all gone. Only she filled his senses.
Without another word, he lifted her to the tip of his c**k again, then pressed down, down, down . . . This time, she helped him, folding her knees under her and tilting her hips to take all of him. He met her halfway, thrusting up into her fist-like grasp. She felt so good, his eyes nearly crossed.
He wasn’t f**king Callie. He was making love to her. He was claiming her.
This changed everything.
A shudder worked up his spine, spreading through his body. With a groan, he threw his head back and let pleasure fill his veins. Jesus, this woman was potent.
Callie went wild, frantically lifting and thrusting above him. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding on as if he were her anchor to this world. Her soft pants and moans in his ear were driving him out of his f**king mind. So soft everywhere, and her scent . . . something clean and musky at once. The citrus of her shampoo blended with the feminine tang from her pu**y for an olfactory high that sent his senses into a drunken daze. He could wax poetic about her for days, but he really just wanted to brand her as his own. Forgetting Callie would be impossible. Sean was damned determined to make sure she couldn’t wipe him from her memory bank, either.
Grabbing her hips tighter, he took control. “Slow down.”
She reared back to look at him. Her face was flushed. Perspiration dotted her forehead and her upper lip. Her dark hair rained over her shoulders, curling down her slender arms and emphasizing the milky-soft skin he loved stroking.
The more she surrendered to the raw passion between them, the more she tore away at his armor. The deeper he needed to be inside her.
“I ache.” She sounded like a wounded girl who needed him to fix her problem.
In many ways, she was.
“Let it build, lovely. We’ve waited so long already. No need to rush it now.”
Callie opened her mouth to protest. No doubt, he would have to remind her about the meaning of submission again, even if he did find her willful insistence adorable at times.
But he couldn’t remind her of anything if he didn’t first persuade her to stay.
Sean stilled her hips and sent her a stern glance of warning. Then he brought her down on his c**k again, like a knife through melting butter. Slowly. So damn slowly a shudder wracked him again. Her keening cry zipped to his balls and straight up his stiff length. Damn it, she was going to dismantle his self-control if he didn’t get a grip.
Her delicate fingers bit into his shoulders. She moved with him, graceful, sensual. Their breathing aligned. Sean watched her close her eyes and finally let him dictate their rhythm. He witnessed her slow, intoxicating loss of control.
As she undulated, the delicate collar he’d clipped around her neck twinkled above her br**sts, which bounced gently in his face. He took one nipple in his mouth, melting inside as the candy-hard tip tightened on his tongue. Then he took the other tight pink bud between his lips and laved her before sucking deep. Her pu**y clamped down on him. Callie was so utterly responsive, and he didn’t think for an instant that she simply needed sex after her long abstinence. He wasn’t going to be done here until he knew that she needed him.
“Sean . . .” Her little cry told him that pleasure was driving her to the peak.
He lifted one hand from her hip, tucking it under her little skirt, then dragged his thumb over her clit.
Her response was instant and gratifying. She shrieked and began fluttering around his cock, seconds from orgasm.
“Come, Callie,” he growled.