“Thank the gods,” he rasped out, his neck again arching.
Then I gave it to him, mouth, tongue and hand. I sucked deep. I wrapped my hand tight and stroked hard. I vaguely noticed that now, his whole body was straining, even his legs and I knew he was fighting back surging up and f**king my mouth.
And that turned me on more.
His rumbles became groans, spurring me on and when they deepened and I felt his body tightening, I slid him out and sat up.
His head came up and his eyes seared into me.
“I want you to take my seed down your throat,” he commanded, and at his words, another rush of wetness saturated my sex.
But I fell to my hip, yanked up my nightgown and tugged down my panties.
Swiftly, I shifted up to straddling him, grabbed my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it away.
“Another time, baby,” I offered, reached between us and curled my fingers around his cock.
“Take me deep and ride hard, poppy.”
He wasn’t getting this. He didn’t get to give orders.
But, damn, I liked how he did.
Still, I slid his tip through my wetness and whispered, “In a minute.”
“Now.”
I moved him to my clit, used him to rub hard against it and that felt f**king awesome.
“In a minute,” I gasped.
“Now, Madeleine.”
I rubbed him harder against me and made a mistake.
My head had fallen back, what he was giving me and I was giving me consuming me, I repeated myself.
But added the word “baby.”
Suddenly I found my hand pulled from his cock. I righted my head just as he positioned himself to my entrance and both his hands grasped my waist. Fingers digging in, he drove me down.
My held fell back again as I breathed, “Fuck yes.”
And before I could start to move on him, his arms clamped around me.
My head came back up in surprise and I saw his face.
He was gone. It was like the night we arrived in Karsvall.
There was no control.
There was nothing but want. Hunger. Heat.
He shifted to his knees, taking me with him. As he did this, he lifted me up and my weight and the power of his arms slammed me brutally back down on his cock.
I loved it. It tore through me, pushing me straight to the edge. I was teetering as he fell forward, dropping me to my back in the bed.
But he lifted right back up. His fingers finding my ankles, he yanked my legs high, pressing them to his torso, pushing my heels into his shoulders as his h*ps pounded into mine, our eyes locked.