“All I’ll ask. All I’ll ever ask. You give me that and you got a lifetime of nothin’ but take.”
“Give me my hands, baby,” I whispered and he released my wrists immediately. I moved them to frame his face, lifted up so I was close and kept whispering, “You can have that. You can have anything from me but only if I get to give as good as I get.”
He shook his head, moving my hands with it and grinding his c**k into me. It felt so good my lips parted.
Creed spoke.
“All I want is you. You make my home yours, you’ll never have to give.”
“It doesn’t work that way, Creed.”
He pulled out, slammed in and his face jerked down toward mine so fast, I pressed my head into the pillow in an automatic response. I held my breath at the expression in his eyes even as I gasped it in deeper when his hand slid down my belly and his thumb pressed hard against my clit.
“I vowed to you I’d take care of you. I vowed it. I thought I was doin’ that when I left you. I wasn’t. I need this, Sylvie, and you gotta give it to me.”
“It’s not –”
He started moving again, powering fast and deep, his thumb circling my cl*t and my neck arched on a deep moan.
His lips went to my throat and my fingers slid into his hair. “You gotta give this to me,” he demanded, voice thick.
“Creed –”
He went faster, deeper, harder.
Oh God.
My fingers in his hair fisted.
“Baby –” I breathed, it was building and it was going to overwhelm me.
“Give that to me, Sylvie,” he ordered.
“Okay, yes,” I gasped. “You have me. You can have anything.”
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted, his thumb pressing harder, his h*ps driving faster, his mouth took mine. He shoved his free arm under me, wrapped it around my hips, slammed me down as he powered up and I moaned my orgasm down his throat.
Two minutes later, he groaned his down mine.
He took a few moments to recover then rolled us, still connected, so I was on top and he was on his back.
I lifted my head to look down at him before I informed him, “You know, the rulebook states anything agreed through sexual manipulation is thrown out after the act.”
I saw the white flash of his smile before one of his arms snaked around my waist and got tight while his other hand slid into my hair and pulled my face closer to his whereupon he informed me, “Yeah, if you’re makin’ love with a normal guy. If you’re doin’ it with a badass, it’s a totally different rulebook.”
I had to admit, this was true.
“I’m a badass too,” I reminded him.
“You are,” he agreed readily. Something, by the way, I truly believed that he believed. Something, by the way, I totally loved about him. “So, in future, baby, you got that option open to you.”
Good to know as well as something to look forward to when it was my turn to coerce something out of him.
“Right then,” I tipped my head to the side, “maybe you’ll explain exactly what I agreed to.”
His arm around me got tighter, his fingers flexed against my scalp and the white of his smile faded from his face.
“You know, Sylvie,” he whispered.