His hand at my hip kept yanking me down as he kept at me and himself. I panted, still rocking, still coming, my eyes glued to his shadowed fist working his c**k then I came again. He kept at me and I watched the shadow of his hand moving on his c**k and I came again.
Oh God, had anyone died from too many orgasms?
“Honey,” I rasped.
His hand yanked me down hard, he sucked deep, God, so deep. Then he growled and I came again as he did too.
He lapped at me and stroked himself lazily as we both came down then his head turned, he kissed the inside of my thigh and he muttered, “Climb off me, baby. Go get me a wet cloth.”
I did as I was told, reaching for my pajamas when my feet hit the floor at the side of the bed and his voice came back at me.
“No clothes, Anya.”
I looked to his shadowy form lounging on a forearm in the bed, nodded then did as I was told but did it naked.
When I came back, Knight was sitting with shoulders to the headboard, knees up and my sex spasmed at the sight, he was so damned sexy, even in shadow.
“Crawl up from the bottom, baby, want you between my legs as you clean me.”
Again, I moved as instructed and did what I was told.
When I was done, I got, “Take that to the bathroom then come back to me.”
I nodded and carried out my order, coming back to a Knight who hadn’t moved.
“Crawl up from the bottom again, Anya.”
I crawled up the bed and as I did it, the thought came to me. I didn’t know if I should, if I was even allowed. But I did it anyway.
So when I got to him, I moved between his legs but stopped, bent and kissed his flat abs. Then I moved up and stopped to kiss his chest. Then up his body until my face was to his neck and I kissed him there, smelling his cologne.
I knew my decision was right when his arms closed around me and his thighs pressed in, imprisoning me.
“My baby, so f**kin’ sweet,” he muttered.
I rested my head on his shoulder.
One of his arms shifted down and his hand cupped one of the cheeks of my behind gently.
“It hurt?” he whispered.
“Tender,” I whispered back.
“First time, I went gentle.”
Oh God. That was gentle?
“You f**k up that big again, Anya, you’ll be callin’ off work and spendin’ a week in my bed to recover.”
“Knight –”
His arms gave me a squeeze.
“Came hard, feel good, do not piss me off.”
I fell silent.
“You learn your lesson?”