of what I can give him, and the fact that right now in these moments when we’re like this, it’s all about him and me. Nothing else matters.
When I start sucking and bobbing my head up and down he thrusts into my mouth, fucking my face.
Desperate to give him the same pleasure he always gives me I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth until I’m deep throating him. I watch his face, loving his reaction. The expression on his face turns from pleasure to a fight to keep control.
“Baby, I need you now. Don’t rob me of finishing inside you,” he groans and reaches for me.
I stand and he turns me to face the wall. I press my hands against the surface while he grabs my hips and slams into me, skipping past easing in.
He just holds me and starts to fuck, driving in deep, hard, sure. Owning my body recklessly and ruthlessly.
I gasp and groan, holding on to the wall as he takes me. An orgasm as ruthless as him claws through my body and sets my soul on fire. This is the third time that I’ve come and he’s still hard inside me fucking me mindless. Senseless.
His fingers flutter over the tight rosette of my asshole and I still, glancing back at him. The wicked smile on his face matches the wild feeling that surges through me when he pushes one finger into my ass while he’s driving into me. It feels amazing.
“Lilly, fuck, please let me fuck you here. You’re so tight and fucking perfect.”
I can’t say no, not when his fingers feel so good. How would his cock feel? I’ve never done that before. it’s something I’ll have to remember as doing with him.
“Fuck me,” I moan and he pulls out of my pussy.
He uses my juices to coat the passage of my ass, rubbing over the rosette. Then the fat head of his cock pushes through. He’s gentle, but I can tell he’s trying not to let loose and hurt me.
In he goes and deeper. My mouth falls open and a white wall of heat rushed over my skin. It’s a strange feeling but the blast of pleasure reminds me of the pleasure I felt when he first tied me up.
Holy fuck. I gasp, unable to keep myself together when he pushes deeper. Buried to the hilt he moves inside me.
The two of us cry out from the maddening pleasure. He starts to fuck me and it feels amazing. He feels amazing.
His cock hardens inside me as his release comes and orgasm number four claims me.
To say that was intense is an understatement. It was more. Every time he touches me it just becomes more. More than what it’s supposed to be. Just like how I’m feeling about him.
He pulls out and scoops me over so that I turn to face him. I settle against the corded muscles of his chest, press my head against his taut skin and feel the rapid rhythm of his heart.
“I want more,” he whispers into my ear.
I look up at him and smile. “I want more too.”
“We should have more.”
We do.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lilly
Once again I have no idea what time it is.
We’ve played around in the bathroom and bedroom for hours.
Now we’re in the bath. I couldn’t resist. It’s so beautiful I just wanted to sit in it.
He’s sitting behind me and I’m nestled between his legs. The bubbles that remain still smell like papaya and make me think of eating fruit.
We’ve just been sitting in the silence enjoying each other’s company. Christian leans forward and plants a kiss on my shoulder. The caress of his warm lips on my skin brings a smile to my face.
I’ve been smiling like an idiot all night, high on the man, addicted to his touch.
“What are you thinking?” he asks.
“Nothing. Sometimes I think so much my brain hurts,” I answer with a chuckle. “It’s nice to think of nothing.”
I glance up at him, remembering his books in the room. Being backwards and forwards in there through the course of the night gave me a better look.
“What about you?” I begin. “I saw your books. I don’t know anyone with books like that. I didn’t think you would have books like that.”
He smirks at me. “What kind of books did you think I would have?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. Health mags and motorcycles.” I laugh when he does.
“I’ve always been into tech. I aced it in school and anything science