Burn (Breathless #3)(57)

He laughed softly. “It’s no bigger than I am, love. You’ll take it and you’ll take me.”

“It’s going to hurt,” she said dubiously.

“Part of the pleasure is the pain,” he said softly. “Remember the marks on your ass from last night. I was a lot harder on you than I was that first time. But you took it and begged for more. Push aside the pain, Josie. Embrace it, because after the pain comes the pleasure. I’ll give you that and a hell of a lot more.”

She closed her eyes, throwing back her head, her glossy blond hair spilling like silk over her back. He wanted to twist his hands in the strands, pull hard and f**k her even harder. But that would come. For now he had to prepare her. Ease her into the situation. Then they’d both go over that edge together.

He applied a generous amount of lubricant both to the plug and to her ass, stretching her opening, sliding his fingers inside to coat her passageway. When he was certain there was enough to push the plug in with minimal effort, he tossed the lubricant aside and stepped back between her thighs.

“Breathe with it, baby. I’m going to go nice and slow and ease it in, but help me by breathing easy and pushing back when I tell you.”

“Okay,” she whispered, her voice breathy with excitement.

He inserted the tip, stretching her opening the slightest bit as he began to push inward. She moaned softly and he paused, withdrawing and then pushing forward in slow f**king motions as she continued to stretch around it.

For several long seconds, he played, teasing, pushing in and out, going a bit deeper with each thrust. Then he reached around, stroking over her clit as he began to press harder and deeper.

“Oh God,” she cried.

“Too much?”

“No! It feels so good, Ash. Don’t stop!”

He chuckled. “Not going to happen, baby.”

He stroked gently over her clit, working her into a frenzy, before finally pushing the plug all the way home.

She cried out and arched her back, her legs trembling and shaking violently as breaths heaved from her chest.

“Shhh, darling,” he crooned. “It’s all the way in. Just breathe and settle. I’ll give you a few seconds to come down. Don’t want you coming yet.”

She put her head down, resting it against the mattress, eyes closed as her body continued to shake. He wanted this to be good for her. It was all about her. No doubt he’d enjoy it every bit as much as her, but this was for her. He wanted her to come screaming her pleasure. His name.

He stepped back and her head immediately came back up, turning toward him, her gaze seeking. He smiled and leaned down to kiss the small of her back, just above the curve of her bu**ocks.

“Give me a minute, baby. Want to make this good for you.”

“If you make it any better, I’m going to die,” she said with a groan.

He laughed again and then went to get the scarlet red sash at the top of his closet. He’d ordered these things the minute Josie had moved into his apartment. Wanted everything he used with her to be new. Never having touched another woman.

He carried it back and then gently pulled her around so she faced him. She was up on her knees, thighs splayed to alleviate the tightness of the plug. Her face was flushed with arousal, rosy, eyes glazed.

Her eyes widened when he began to lift the sash to put over her eyes. He paused only long enough to offer her an explanation.

“Going to blindfold you. It will heighten your other senses. Want you to trust me completely to give you pleasure.”

“I do trust you,” she said in a sweet, soft voice.

He smiled his approval and then placed the sash over her eyes. He tied it tightly in back, checking to make sure it completely covered her eyes, blanketing her in darkness.

“Now I want you to lie back,” he directed. “On your back, legs over the edge of the bed.”

Even as he spoke, he helped her into position, taking care to position her as he wanted. She sank onto the mattress, a soft smile curving her swollen lips.

“Wish you could see what I’m seeing,” he said gruffly. “You’re so f**king beautiful, Josie. All laid out in front of me. Blindfolded, that plug in your ass. Just waiting for me.”

He knelt in front of the bed so his face and mouth were level with her open pu**y. He licked over her opening and up to her clit, enjoying the shivers that cascaded through her belly.

“I won’t last long this way, Ash,” she said in a strained voice.

“Yes you will,” he said calmly. “You come when I tell you and not before.”

She made a sound of impatience that had him smiling. And he continued to eat her, savoring her like a delicacy, slow and sweet.

She writhed beneath him, bucking upward, each time she came back down, the plug pushing deeper inside her. She was panting, so close to her orgasm. But he knew her body well. Knew the signs of her impending release. And so he pulled back, leaving her precariously hanging off the edge.

She groaned, a sound of dismay and frustration, making him smile all over again.

“When I say, baby. When I say, and not before.”

“You’re killing me,” she wailed.

“Oh, I haven’t even begun yet,” he said silkily. “Before I’m done, you’ll beg me.”

“I’m begging now!”

His smile broadened and he pushed her legs farther apart. Then he reached into the nightstand again, pulling out nipple clamps she couldn’t see. He leaned over, licking one nipple and then the other, coaxing them into turgid points.