tip of his cock swept across my skin. Slid down the crack of my ass. Stroked between my thighs, as if he were guiding it with his hand. “Wicked. Shameless. Filthy dirty.”
He leaned over again and whispered in my ear. “But I can’t resist you, and you know it.”
“Noah.” Desperate to get my hands on him, my arms around him, I tried to straighten up.
He pushed me down again. “No. I’m in charge here. And you’re going to stay right where I want you while I give you exactly what you came for.”
I heard the crackle of a condom wrapper, and five seconds later his cock was sliding into me from behind, both of us moaning at the tight, hot friction.
“Is this what you wanted?” he growled. “To make me so hard it hurts? To feel my cock deep inside you? To get fucked like the wicked little thing you really are?”
“Yes,” I whispered as my legs trembled. “Yes, yes, yes . . .”
He went deliciously, agonizingly slow at first, making me feel him inch by inch. He buried himself deep. He used his fingers on me again, rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit while his cock hit some heavenly spot inside me that had my entire body clenching up with unbelievable intensity, until I was on the edge and panicking I might never feel relief—and then gloriously, miraculously, it began to unravel. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever experienced before—rather than hitting me all at once, it came on slowly, from some place so hidden within me I couldn’t even pinpoint its origin. My entire world went still and sirens went off as my body contracted around his cock over and over again.
When the sirens subsided, which I realized were my own cries of ecstasy, Noah moved fast. He grabbed my hips with both hands and began yanking me backward as he drove in hard and deep. He was rough and relentless, his rasping breaths and rugged growls making him sound more animal than human. I was wet and swollen and sensitive, and every single thrust threatened to tear me apart. Part of me was afraid I’d have to use my safe word and beg for mercy.
But another part of me loved every second, despite the pain. Or maybe because of it. It was beyond belief that I was driving him to this furious, uncontrollable fever pitch. Noah, who’d always been so honorable, so trustworthy, so good. I’d turned him into a slave to his own desire, who had to have me or go mad.
It made me feel beautiful. Sexy. Strong.
And when he couldn’t hold on anymore, his body going stiff behind me, his fingers digging into my hips, I felt every single throb of his orgasm as deeply as I’d felt my own.
I never wanted this to end.
After taking the cuffs off me, he set me on the counter and kissed circles around my wrists in the dark. Sweet, soft kisses that made me wish the lights were on so I could have watched him do it.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I wasn’t too rough with you?”
“No. I mean, you were rough, and I might have a couple aches and pains tomorrow, but I loved every second of it.”
“You did?”
“I didn’t say cinnamon, did I?”
“Actually, you might have. I don’t even think I could hear by the end.”
I laughed. “I didn’t. I promise.”
“Good.” He pulled me closer, hugging me to his warm, solid chest and gently stroking my hair. “Can you stay?” he asked.
I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. I wanted to feel it all night long. “If you want me to.”
Sweeping me off the counter, he carried me up the stairs to his bedroom, cradling me like a baby. After laying me in his bed, he undressed me the rest of the way and looked at me in the lamplight. “Shit,” he said, brushing his thumb softly across my sore cheek. “You have a bruise.”
“Granite counters are hard.”
“And here too.” My hips bore deep red marks from where he’d gripped them.
“It’s okay. I kinda like them.”
He looked angry with himself. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”
“Noah, I loved it. I’d have stopped you if I didn’t. Honestly, I’ve never had that much fun during sex on both a mental and physical level. The fact that you tested my limits turned me on.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I trusted you the entire time, I promise.” I smiled. “I was maybe a little scared of you for a