An Act of Persuasion(78)

Almost.

She pressed down on him using a rotating motion with her hips that brought him high and deep within her. He clasped his hand on her hip, gripping her with enough force to still her, but not enough to bruise her.

“Geezus, Anna...what...”

She heard the question in his voice. This was supposed to be his show. After all, he’d told her how long he’d been waiting for her. He’d thought of little else but her since his recovery. He’d told her all those things. He’d given her that power. She knew he wanted to please her. She knew he wanted to bring her to those gentle but wonderful orgasms time and time again as some proof of how good her life would be like if she let him stay around.

None of these things mattered to her right now.

“What? I’m not allowed to move?”

She knew he would recoil at her words. The idea that he restrained her, controlled her, wouldn’t sit well with him. She knew he wanted to be in charge, but she also knew he wanted her to be free to enjoy it.

Maybe that was the trick. Maybe if she pushed him, taunted him and teased him, then he would give her the pounding she craved. If she could make him lose control, he wouldn’t be able to stop and she could get to that place she needed to be.

A place of mind-numbing pleasure. The key words: Mind. Numb.

Only this was Ben. Ben didn’t lose control. Unless, sometimes, it was with her.

“Of course...I want to make you happy—”

She angled her leg higher and pressed down harder. Reaching behind, she grabbed his ass and squeezed with enough force to show him the urgency she felt.

“Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want?”

Because she would, she thought. She would get down on her knees in front of him and beg him never to leave her. Never to abandon her.

No! Don’t think it. Don’t let the words form!

“Ah,” she cried, sounding like a woman on the edge. Maybe that would be the trigger he needed. To hear how truly frantic she was.

“Okay, okay. This.” He held her tight and pushed deep. She could practically feel him all the way through her body. “This is what you want?”

“Yes, yes. More.”

He complied, but even in his compliance he didn’t really give in to her desire. He didn’t slam into her. He didn’t push her so hard her head smacked against the headboard knocking all sense and reason and fear from her brain.

Instead, he pulled nearly all the way out of her body, holding himself at her entry with the head of his penis stretching her and making her gasp with anticipation until he pushed deeply into her. Then did it again and again. One full thrust after another.

No, he wasn’t banging her, or slamming her, or balling her brains out. But he was taking away her ability to think. All she knew was his hand on her breast, his hair-roughened thigh scraping against the inside of hers. His groans in her ears each time he slid home.

She felt the drag of his penis inside her. Relentless and unforgiving until her body contracted around him in this massive, gaping chasm of pleasure. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Nothing had ever been so consuming.

He shouted and she could feel the pulse of him inside her and the flood of his own pleasure filling her.

That was it. That was what she wanted. The way she felt now, she might never think again.

* * *

BEN LOOKED AT the sleeping woman sprawled across his chest, breathing gently. He thought he had her trust now, but maybe only because she wasn’t conscious. His body was replete and he should be asleep since fatigue weighed heavily on him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made love with someone so frequently in such a short span of time. But after he’d come the first time, his first thought had been that he didn’t have her all the way with him and he needed that. He needed her totally and unconditionally with him.

He thought the sex started okay. But at some point, he could tell, she’d tried to pull away and he had no idea why that would be. She was the one who had instigated their lovemaking. She said she was ready for it. He’d sensed that about her all day long. The way she reached out to touch him first. The way she turned to him, time and again, seeking him.

Yet while they were naked and giving each other pleasure, it was as though her brain took over for her body and, while she didn’t tell him to stop, he sensed she had mentally separated herself from the act. She didn’t look at him and, for a moment, he could actually see her faking her responses.

Ben couldn’t have that. If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t completely sure why that was. It wasn’t only a masculine pride thing, it went way beyond that. He needed her to belong to him. Even in his own heart that sounded somewhat barbaric, but it was the truth.