Rapturous (12 page)

“But you like when I do, right?”

“Y-yes. I
like it.”

“Mmm, you get so wet when I fuck your ass with my fingers.” I lean in to run my tongue through her copious dampness. The more I stroke her with my fingers, the wetter she gets. I push the vibe into her pussy and turn it on, her low moan making me even harder than I already was. Fucking hell, I can’t get any bigger or I’ll cripple her. She holds on tight to the iron rods, but her body
twitches and writhes on the bed. Her hips come off the mattress as she tries to find relief from the ache of her desire.

I slide my fingers back into her ass, suck hard on her clit and make her come again, her ass muscles clamping down tight against my fingers. I can’t wait to feel that on my dick.
 

Pushing the vibe in and out of her, I say, “You still want more, Addison?”

“Yes,” she says through
gritted teeth. “Give me more.”

Fucking hell, she’s amazing. Maybe she could be everything I need and want—

No. Don’t go there
.
One more time, and then it’s over forever
.
 

My hands tremble ever so slightly when I apply a generous amount of lube to my cock. She’s tight, I’m big, and this is going to be a battle royal. I can’t wait. “It’ll hurt—a lot—at first, but the more you relax and push back
against me, the easier it’ll be. You got me?”

“Yeah,” she says, panting, “I got you.”

“It’s going to be so good, so hot, so amazing, but not at first.” With the vibe making the squeeze even tighter than it would be without it, I press the tip of my cock against her tiny opening and push into her.

She screams so loudly I worry her neighbors will call the cops.
 

I withdraw, grab my T-shirt off
the bed and give it to her. “Bite down on this.”

Her body is one big quiver as she puts the T-shirt in her mouth to bite down on it.

I start over, giving her the first two inches in one thrust.

The shirt muffles her scream, and her hips come up off the mattress again, seeking something more. She’s not ready yet for more, so I remain still while her body stretches to accommodate me. I press
my thumb to her clit, stroke the vibe into her and then back out, and another inch of my cock sinks into her ass. Watching her tiny hole stretch and open to allow me in is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen—and I’ve seen a lot of hot things in my life. But because it’s her, because I love her, this is off-the-charts hot.
 

Still teasing her clit with my thumb, I pulse into her in small increments
that make her mewl into my shirt. Those noises, those incredibly sexy noises, send a new burst of blood and heat to my cock, making her moan when she feels me expand within her.

“Addison.”

She opens her eyes to meet my gaze, and the fierce determination I see in her eyes does crazy things to my heart. I love her so fucking much. What would it be like to be with her this way every day? To have
her in my bed and in my life, to make love to her my way, her way and every other way we can think of? It’s just a fantasy, though. Real life doesn’t work that way. Real life is a mess, and I can’t make a mess of something so perfect.
 

“Are you okay?”

She removes the T-shirt from her mouth. “Mmm. Yeah.” Her words are choppy and breathy.

“More or stop?”

“M-more.”

I give a little push of my
hips to remind her of where I am, in case she’s forgotten. That thought nearly makes me laugh. “You’re sure?”

“Y-yes.”

“You’re so fucking sexy, Addison. You have no idea how hot you are taking my cock in your ass.” I frame her face with my hands and use my thumbs to wipe away tears that flow freely down her cheeks. “Why’re you crying?”

“Overwhelming.”

“Not painful?”

“Some.”

I keep one hand
on her face and use the other to apply more lube. The last thing I want is to cause her real or lasting pain. All I want is her ultimate pleasure, and I’m determined to get it.
 

Bending over her, I take a nipple into my mouth, tugging and sucking until it’s standing up tall and proud. Then I bite down on it, just hard enough to take her mind off the pressure down below. As she gasps, her back
bows, and I push deeper into her while turning on the vibrator at the same time. I switch to the other side, repeating the process until she’s taken all of me.
 

“You did it,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear.

“I need…”

“What, honey? What do you need?”

“Touch you.”

“Go ahead.”

Her arms come around my neck, her muscles tightening into a noose as she holds me close, maybe so I can’t
move or do anything to disrupt the fragile accord we’ve reached. “You’ve got to let me move, baby.”

She moans, and the sound goes straight to my dick, which expands inside the tight confines of her ass. She grunts and mutters something unintelligible, but it might’ve been about breaking her in half.
 

I love this so much. I love giving her a new experience. I love the noises she makes, the intensity,
the earthiness, the dirtiness. I love the way her muscles milk me and her body trembles uncontrollably. I love the feverish heat coming off her skin and the flush that tints her complexion. And yes, I love the touch of fear in her eyes as she looks up at me, wondering what’s next, wondering if this is it or if there’s more.

Oh, baby, there’s so much more
.
 

“You’ve got to let me move,” I say,
kissing her face and then her lips as I work myself free of her tight hold. Propped up on my hands, I look down at her. “Spread your legs as far apart as they’ll go.”

Moving tenuously, she does what I ask her to, her legs trembling madly.

“Now keep them there. Hold on to my shoulders and bite down on the T-shirt if you need to scream. We don’t want to freak out the neighbors.”

Her lips move
in silent inquiry. She’s probably about to ask what I’m going to do. Why tell her when showing her is so much more effective? As I withdraw from her slowly, her fingernails bite into my shoulders. And then I slam back in while pressing my thumb against her clit. She explodes.

I fuck her harder, giving her deep thrusts while continuing to massage her clit and move the vibe, keeping her coming
almost the entire time. She’s screaming and crying and scratching me, but she never says the word that would stop everything. I fucking love her. I love the way her body takes me when she shouldn't be able to. I love that she seems to love this as much as I do. I love the way she comes and comes and then
comes
some more. I love the way she tests my control with the tight fist of her ass muscles
squeezing my cock so hard that I cry out from the supreme pleasure of having her this way.

And then she breaks me with three little words.

Chapter 7

How to describe the indescribable? I’ve had sex. I’ve had amazing sex—most recently with him. But I’ve never felt anything like this. At first, it hurt so much I didn’t think I’d be able to do it, but he takes his time and masters my body the same way he’s mastered my heart and soul. I take him. I take all
of him. But that’s the easy part. This part, the part where he hammers into me while I come constantly, is something else altogether. I need more air than I can get through my nose, so I tear the T-shirt from my mouth and toss it aside, grunting inelegantly with every deep stroke of his cock.

My body seizes and throbs, and I come
again
.

God help me.
 

I’m crying and moaning and clawing at him.
Every emotion hovers at the surface, ready to break free. I can’t handle his fierce possession and the swell of emotion, too. It’s too much, and the words break free before I know I’m going to say them.

“Hayden, God,
Hayden
,” I say on a broken sob, “I love you.
I love you
.”
 

He drives into me one last time and comes with a low growl that reverberates through his chest into mine. I feel him
everywhere, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head and every pressure point in between. My ass and clit throb with the aftereffects of intense fucking and multiple orgasms. If I thought I was crippled after the first time with him, I’ll never walk again after this.

He collapses on top of me, his body bathed in sweat, his breathing rough and choppy.
 

I hold him close, sensing he needs
the contact as much as I do. I can’t believe I blurted out those words, and he probably can’t either. It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. He can’t leave me now that he knows I love him. He can’t walk away from what we could have together. I won’t let him. He said this would be the end, but it’s only the beginning of everything I’ve ever wanted. I can be what he needs. I can change
his mind if I love him enough for both of us.

After what we just shared, I’m sure of that. I’m so sure that I’m willing to risk everything by saying it again, in case he missed it the first time. “I love you, Hayden.”

He doesn’t say anything, but he tightens his hold on me. It’s all he’s capable of. I get that, and it’s enough. For now. I’ll have all of him no matter what it takes. Anything
less than everything will never be enough for me where he is concerned.
 

With a deep inhale, he rises up and begins to withdraw from me, slowly, carefully, making me moan from the agonizing drag of his big cock over my sensitive, tortured flesh. Then he removes the vibrator, too, leaving my body humming with aftershocks. He looks down at me for a long, charged moment before he leaves the bed
and goes into the bathroom. I hear water running, and then he’s back with a warm washcloth that he uses to clean me up. I’m so sensitive I want to beg him not to touch me, but I can see that it’s important to him to tend to me. So I let him, wincing as he does.

When he’s finished, he curls up to me, wrapping his arm and leg around me, bringing me in tight against him. I thought he would leave
as soon as he could, so the intimate nature of this embrace brings a lump to my throat. He can run, but I’ll find him. I’ll go after him every time. I’ll wear him down until there’s nowhere left for him to hide from the fact that he loves me as much as I love him.
 

He’s had me. Now I’ll have him.
 

I’m emotionally and physically spent after what just happened, but I’m also buzzing with adrenaline
that keeps me awake waiting to see what he’ll do. He strokes my arm and back, his lips moving over my hair. The tenderness is what slays me. Even after he warned me that this was all we could ever have, he’s still tender. He still cares. I can feel it in every breath he takes and every touch of his hands on my hypersensitive body.
 

We stay wrapped up in each other long enough that I lose track
of how much time has passed. He never stops caressing me, and I float on a sea of contentment. This is how it could be, him and me, pushing the limits together, experiencing life’s highs and lows and everything in between. I want that life with him so badly that there’s nothing I won’t do to get it. That sort of desperation is new to me.

His hand stills on my shoulder. “Are you asleep?” he whispers.

I start to reply, but something stops me.