“Stay still. We ain’t done.”
A hum of excitement zipped through her body because this was what she wanted—Bran unleashed.
“Lift up.”
She pushed upright and he shoved a towel under her hips, which angled her lower body higher.
Bran’s cold hands spanned the top of her hips and he slowly moved the rough-skinned palms up, his thumbs digging into her spine. Warm kisses started from her left shoulder and arced across her upper back to her right shoulder.
He nuzzled her hair, kissing the skin below the blindfold, drugging her with his lips, soothing breath, and unintelligible mutters whispered behind the hollow of her ear.
So Harper was completely relaxed, floating in that sea of bliss, when a slick finger prodded her anus. She tensed a little, even though Bran had teased her with anal play before.
“Relax, sweetheart, and let me in.”
That thick finger slipped all the way inside her anal passage. The intrusive burning sensation increased and she was just about to tell him to get it out when he whispered, “Oh, don’t be getting all vanilla on me now, Harper. Soon as you’re used to this finger, I’m gonna add another.” He slipped the finger in and out as he spoke. “And as soon as you’re stretched with two fingers, I’m gonna shove my dick in here as far as it’ll go. It probably won’t be a long f**k, since this virgin channel will test my stamina.”
She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t believe she was turned on by Bran’s chest-thumping declaration. Any part of her feminist side bowed to the primitive part of her makeup that wanted to be taken by this man—in every way imaginable.
When Bran slipped the second finger in, she sucked in a surprised breath as he scissored the digits open and closed. He moved his slick fingers in and out of her passage, not gently, not harshly, but with firm authority.
Harper’s grip on the table ledge tightened when those fingers disappeared. Even over the thundering beat of her heart she heard the sounds of him slicking up his cock. He wiped lube on her anus and used the head of his c**k to smear it in.
The man gave her no warning. He just pulled her butt cheeks wide apart and forced his way into her ass with a single unending thrust.
A stronger, deeper burning pain made her buck her hips, trying to get him out. “Oh. That hurts.”
“Stop clenching. Relax those muscles and it won’t hurt as bad.”
“You sure?”
“No.” He laughed. “But goddamn, it feels fine to me.” His hands landed beside her rib cage. “Really fine. You’re so f**kin’ tight. It makes me want to ream you, so you’ll remember I’m the first.”
While he’d been talking, his hips kept bumping her pelvis into the nubby towel bunched beneath her, abrading her clit. The prickly sensation rode the line between pleasure and pain. Her entire body throbbed.
Plop plop plop hit the middle of her back and the droplets slithered down her spine. Given the angle of Bran looming above her, the liquid had to be his sweat. He was still holding back, even when he admitted he didn’t want to.
Harper clamped down hard on his c**k with her anal muscles and he got the hint.
He started f**king her ass with the intensity she expected. Withdrawing fully, ramming in fully.
Every time the head of his c**k forged through the rigid ring of muscle, she gasped at the sharp pain. But after a few thrusts, she anticipated the long glide, craving that pleasure/pain of his hardness buried in her bowels. She didn’t push back to meet his thrusts, leaving him in control.
And he took it as if it were his due. Relentlessly. Powerfully. Loudly. Bran enjoyed her body with gusto. In his carnal enjoyment, Harper let the power of his need consume her.
“Shit. I can’t hold back.” Two more fast strokes and he stilled. A drawn-out groan accompanied ejaculate that coated her anal passage in a blast of liquid heat.
His broken breaths filled the air.
She waited for him to regain his balance, even when she was ready to climb out of her skin.
Bran eased out of her and said, “Let go of the table.”
As soon as Harper released her death grip, Bran rolled her on her back, clamped his hands over her thighs, and yanked her to the opposite end of the table. “Bran? What are you—”
“Put your feet on my shoulders.”
Still blindfolded, she had no idea where his face was in position to her and she didn’t want to accidentally kick the man.
He made a disgruntled sound and his strong fingers circled her ankle. The instant her feet connected with his hot flesh she squeaked.
Then his mouth was on her sex, sucking and slurping and more sucking right on that little pearl. She’d become so dizzy from his unyielding attentions that her orgasm didn’t build. It blindsided her.
Ironic, given the fact that she was blindfolded.
Bran ate into her soft tissues as if looking for another climax hidden within her feminine folds. And he found one, driving her to the pinnacle again and pushing her over. After he’d brought her down to earth, he kissed a path over her damp mound, up her pelvis to rest his forehead on her belly.
She loved this intimacy. The way he smelled of sex and sweat and leather. She removed her blindfold and tossed it to the floor, needing to look in his eyes as she raked her fingers through his hair. They stayed locked together for the longest time. Finally she said, “That was . . .” Stupendous. She couldn’t even get the word out.
“First time I’ve seen you speechless,” he murmured.