his rough hands almost bruising, and began riding her with hard and deep strokes. She fought for breath. There was none, much less for talking.
Overwhelmed with the intense pleasure and the conflicting emotions racing through her, she closed her eyes and lowered her head to the bed. She needed to detach, but Cole fisted her hair and pulled up. “Eyes on me. Watch me fuck you.”
The image that the mirror gave back seared every nerve ending in her. Cole was hovering over her, totally in control. Laser focused. Intense. All his muscles bulging, his jaw tense as he rammed into her. Her hands were bound, her boobs bouncing forward with every one of his plunges.
She was shaking, her pussy on fire, her clit too, while Cole savagely thrust inside her.
“Coming,” she said, not sure if any sound came out of her mouth.
But Cole didn’t need any words from her; he could read her perfectly.
Her arms gave way, and she buried her face in the sheets. Cole’s grip on her hips tightened, her knees no longer on the bed, his dick pushing against her womb, touching all her sweet spots.
“Here it comes,” he said in a grunt. “Your pussy sucking me.”
Her core suddenly seized in a tight contraction, and she could do nothing but come and come, barely conscious, her world imploding in a thousand pieces, while Cole intensified his onslaught, and with a snarl found his release, emptying himself.
After they caught their breath, the silence was deafening. The vibe around them so frigging weird. “Is there something wrong, Cole?” Christy asked cautiously.
He tensed, his answer curt. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Sure? I get the feeling something’s bothering you.”
“Nope.”
Bullshit. She knew him very well, much better than Cole would like her to. “You seem to be avoiding me. Keeping your distance.”
“Keeping my distance? My cock is deep inside you. Not an inch between us.”
Yeah, and her hands were cuffed. “That’s not what I meant. You’re emotionally distant. Not sharing yourself with me.”
He was on top of her, but they could have been continents apart.
He got defensive right away. “Is this for working late this past week? Because I do have to work for a living. And I don’t get how you can say I’m not sharing myself with you when your pussy is filled with my cum.”
It looked like he wasn’t ready to talk about the changes outside the bedroom. Fine, they could talk about what was going on in their sex life.
“You know,” she began, extricating herself from him. “You put all these mirrors around the house, but you’re the one hiding from me. You don’t trust me.”
“How do you figure that? I just held your face for you to watch us.”
“No. For me to watch while you fucked me and made me come. Only then, when I was totally out of it, did you let your guard down and let yourself come.”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t trust you. It means I have control issues.”
“You do not trust me,” Christy insisted, straightening her mangled dress and putting a little distance between them. “Your walls are up, all the time. Even while we make love, you avoid intimacy.”
It had gotten better than at the beginning, when Cole would always restrain her and keep her at arms’ length while having sex, but in these past days, she could feel the bricks coming up faster than she could knock them down. He was back to his old don’t-touch-me, don’t-talk-to-me ways. Which was a dead ringer for how he was behaving outside the bedroom too. Not that he seemed inclined to discuss that.
“I have no walls where it comes to you.”
Cole didn’t want to understand. “Yes, you do. You always take over.”
“You can’t say you don’t like it, baby.”
No, she couldn’t. “I like it. I love it. Everything you do to me blows me away, but there’s more to this relationship than sex. And you’re hiding from me. You never let me finish you. We’ve been having sex for months now. I can’t recall a single time when I saw you come. You hide from me in other ways too.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw bunched. Confrontational. “You just saw me come.”
“You made sure I came first. You don’t trust me enough to let me pleasure you and watch while you come apart. You were getting better, but this past week it’s gotten worse. Much worse.”
“You must be the first woman in history to complain about her lover making her come first.”
“Probably. But that