X: Command Me through Alexander's Eyes - Geneva Lee Page 0,90
when I drop my mouth and begin to do just that. I take my time even as the sun fades and reality beckons. I want to linger in this perfect moment forever. She comes too soon. I love how she clenches against my finger, but I’m not ready for this afternoon to end.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur, stealing one last lick. Her thighs clamp against the intrusion, putting my head in a vice grip. I push away, fist my shaft, and stare down at her.
She lays spread before in welcome, legs fanned open, hair haloing her head. Is this the last time I’ll have her? I shut away the unwanted thought. Maybe it doesn’t have to end. Maybe she’s changed. Maybe I have. Maybe I’m too weak to give her up.
There’s only one way to silence my mind. I nudge inside her, and Clara’s head lolls back and forth. “I can’t.”
She trembles beneath me, her body still raw from the last orgasm. I don’t care. I can’t.
“I say you can,” I bite out. Her body agrees with me, relaxing open. I reward her by circling the pad of my thumb over her clit. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
I help her hook them over my shoulders. The position allows me to thrust deeper. Her eyes roll back, teeth sinking into her lower lip, hands searching the grass for something to cling to as I drive into her.
“Wait,” I instruct as I feel the first telltale squeeze around my shaft. “I say when you come this time.”
I pull out, and she cries out, arching her back like I’ve taken her heart along with me. I brush the tip of my cock down her sex. “I love watching your eager, little cunt opening for me.”
This earns me a whimper, but I want more.“Tell me what you need, Clara.”
Her eyes flicker to mine. Her answer is simple. “You.”
“You have me.”
I think maybe she’ll have me forever even when I let her go. Is that how this ends?
“I want your cock,” she says desperately, calling me back to her and away from my thoughts.
“I had to make sure you were ready,” I say with a lying smile. “I needed you relaxed and wet, so I can fuck you hard.” At least, that part is true.
“Please,” she whispers. It’s the please that does it—the please that undoes me.
I don’t know if I’m giving her more or taking more of her as I plunge back inside her body and lay siege. Our bodies crash and collide until she swells around me, and I empty into her. We collapse onto the ground, still wrapped together.
This is all I want: stolen moments with her in the quiet. “I could do that for the rest of the night.”
“Let’s,” she murmurs.
It takes effort to peel myself away. “I love that your body is so needy. It’s quite the challenge to keep your beautiful cunt satisfied.”
“It’s only needy for you.” Her breath catches when I dip a finger inside her where the proof of our union is still hot and sticky.
“Yes, that’s right, poppet. Only I can give you pleasure.” Because I’m selfish. Because I won’t give her up. Because I can’t. “And I will give you more tonight after dinner.”
Her eyes close, and she says, “Promise?”
Pleasure is all I can give her. The rest will cost her too much. “Everything I say to you is a promise. When I say I’m going to fuck you, that’s a promise. When I say I’m going to make you beg, that’s a promise. And when I say this beautiful cunt is mine, that’s a promise.”
And then, because I’m selfish and cruel, I kiss her, moving between her legs to prove it one more time.
We’re quiet as we ride back to the estate. I don’t press Clara to share what she’s thinking. She doesn’t ask me. I only want to linger in this private moment where she is in my arms, safe and removed from my world. By the time we reach the stables, shame has a hold on me entirely. My jacket is tucked around her, but it does little to hide the obvious state I’ve left her in.
At least, I’d been gentle with the crop. Otherwise, it might not only be her clothes showing signs of my filthy deeds. I keep a hand on her back as a bumbling stablehand helps us. He averts his eyes, but he saw enough to know what I did to her.