“In a second, you’re gonna lose all but my cock. I wanna watch you take me. You keep those legs tight around me as I take that pu**y.”
“Okay.”
“You just gave yourself to me, that includes your pu**y, your clit. It’s mine, Anya, you don’t touch it unless I tell you to. Even if you’re close and want it, you let me give it to you unless I wanna watch you helpin’ me. Clear?”
“Clear,” I agreed immediately.
His hand slid up my back and into my hair, tilting my face down so my lips were resting against his.
Then he whispered, “Prepare, baby.”
I didn’t need to prepare. I was already prepared. Totally.
Then he bent forward, put my back to the bed, moved away from me up to his hands on either side of me, arms straight and he did exactly what he said he was going to do.
As he watched, his eyes hot, hungry, greedy, moving over my face, my torso and dipped down to watch his c**k driving inside me, he gave me nothing but that. My legs stayed wrapped tight around his h*ps as I took him and I clenched my fingers back in the sheets.
He was strong, he had stamina but it wasn’t hard. It was rough, brutal.
Brilliant.
Watching him watching me, watching him f**k me, I liked it. A lot. So much, it overwhelmed me. My legs tensed tight, my fingers pulled at the sheets and I felt the walls of my pu**y clutch tight as it swept through me, God, so deep, so strong, so unbelievably sweet.
It also lasted a while and during it I felt his body cover me and his thrusts, already savage, bucked harder, deeper, jolting me even more under him.
“Fuck, that cunt,” he grunted in my ear. “That sweet, f**kin’ cunt. My cunt, so f**kin’ beautiful.”
Oh God.
“Arms around me, Anya.”
I wrapped my arms around him.
“My baby’s cunt, so f**kin’ sweet,” he growled. “Eyes, Anya, I want you lookin’ at me when I come in that cunt.”
My head turned, his came slightly up and his eyes locked on mine.
“So,” he thrust in hard, “fuckin’,” he thrust in harder, “beautiful,” he groaned, driving deep and staying planted, his head slanting, his teeth sinking into my lower lip and my entire body went into spasm.
I knew he was coming down when his teeth released my lip, his tongue glided over it soothingly and some of his weight left me as he planted a forearm in the bed beside me.
Then I closed my eyes as a tingle slid up my spine, my neck to radiate along my scalp as he slid his nose along mine then down my cheek to flick my ear with it before he murmured there, “Yeah, my baby suits me.”
I felt sheer happiness sweep through me as my arms held him close and tight.
“You did good, baby,” he whispered.
“Yeah?” I whispered back and he lifted his head and looked at me.
“Oh yeah.”
I smiled.
His hand came up to cup my face and his thumb moved out to trace my smile as his eyes watched.
I melted further into the sheets.
“That’s mine,” he whispered, his eyes on my mouth as his thumb slid back then he watched is slide over the apple my cheek. “That’s mine,” he repeated on a whisper then his hand glided into my hair at the side, his eyes still watching and as his fingers curled around the back his eyes finally came back to mine and his h*ps pressed into mine. “Now, I possess that beauty.”
I stared at him, lips parted, weirdly moved and when I say that I mean profoundly.
“Say it,” he ordered.
“What?” I whispered.
“Who owns you, baby?”
Oh God!
“Knight –”
“Say it, Anya.”
My breath started to come heavy.
“Anya, who owns that cunt, that body, that beauty?”
I stared into his beauty, feeling his c**k still buried deep, smelling him, hints of his cologne, feeling his hard body pressing into me.
“Baby,” his face dipped closer and he warned, “I’m feelin’ good right now. Don’t test me. Who… owns… you?”
“You do, Knight,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” he whispered back instantly, “I f**kin’ do. Every inch, Anya. Every f**kin’ inch.”
I held his eyes and deep breathed.
Knight watched then his face gentled and he asked softly, “Scared?”
I nodded.
“Don’t be,” he whispered then bent close, his lips brushed mine and he pulled back. “You scared, worried, confused and still, you gave what you just gave to me, how you did it, trusting me, I’ll take care of you, babe. You’re with me, one thing you never have to be again is scared. You with me?”
“I’ll, um… try to be,” I replied quietly.
“I’ll get you there,” he muttered.
Then he shifted, pulling out unexpectedly, a mew slid out of my throat equally unexpectedly as my lips parted and my limbs tensed and his eyes dropped to my mouth as I watched them go gloriously lazy.
“My baby doesn’t like losing me.”
He was right. I didn’t. He felt good. All of him.
And what we’d done felt great but between my legs felt oversensitive, tender, almost raw but in a weirdly good way.
His hand went to my side, gliding up from waist to ribs and his eyes held mine.
“I gotta go deal with this condom. While I’m gone, you’re gonna stay here, on your back, feet to the mattress, legs open, waiting for me.”
Okay, all right. I could do that.
Maybe.
Shit!
He dipped his head, brushed his nose along my jaw then he moved off me.
Standing beside the bed looking down at me, he prompted, “Anya.”
I blinked.
This was because I was riveted by his lean, sculpted body, his powerful thighs, his cut, arms, his chest hair, the planes of his defined abs and, well, everything.
Slowly, my eyes drifted to his face.
“What?” I asked.
“What’d I say?” he asked back quietly.
Oh. Right.
Shit!
I did what he said.
One side of his lips curled up.
Then he sauntered to the bathroom.
Okay, right.
The back view, arguably better.
I thought lying there like that, exposed, legs open, no covers, would be hard. It wasn’t. I’d just had two unbelievable orgasms. Knight’s body had just then been seared into my memory and I could still see it, back and front. And, incidentally, he didn’t take an age before he was coming back to me.
It got super easy when he was back, entering the bed from the bottom side and moving up it between my legs but stopping to kiss me just above the triangle of hair between my legs. Then up and he kissed my belly. Then up and he kissed me between my br**sts. Up and another kiss at my throat.