Fever (Breathless #2)(76)

He pressed into her with a deep groan, straining upward and inward, his body mashed so hard against hers that her legs were pulled taut by the rope.

“Are you close, Bethany? I want you with me, baby. Not coming without you.”

Her heart melted. So much of this scene was about him. His wants and desires. And yet he was absolutely focused on her pleasure. He’d checked constantly to make sure he wasn’t pushing her too far, that she was okay with everything he was doing.

The flutters of her orgasm had begun long ago. She’d likely have come already if she’d given in to the urge. But she gritted her teeth and warded it off, wanting to come when he came. Together.

“I’m close,” she said faintly.

“Tell me what to do, baby. Tell me how to help you.”

“Just touch me,” she whispered. “And take me hard, Jace. Don’t be easy. I need it hard and fast. I want you deep.”

His growl echoed through the room as though her blunt words made him lose the last vestiges of control. He was like a crazy person. Frantic. He began pumping into her as hard and as fast as she’d asked for.

The room went blurry around her and her orgasm built and built and, impossibly, built some more until her entire body was one giant rubber band at full stretch. Oh God, she couldn’t take much more. She needed release and yet the explosion hadn’t occurred. It was still climbing, higher and higher until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t process anything but the excruciating tension that coiled in her belly.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers curled into tight fists above her head. Her knees locked and her back bowed as she raised her head up, trying desperately to achieve relief from the vicious ache assailing her.

He thrust again. Hard. Almost savage. Hell, it was savage. Each powerful push took her breath until her lungs screamed for mercy.

She ground her teeth together, tensing from head to toe. It had to come now. She couldn’t take any more without breaking.

And then in a tumultuous flash, it roared over her like a tidal wave. Fierce. Powerful. All-consuming. Her body went flying in a dozen different directions. Something inside her snapped loose. Relief from the incredible tension.

She sagged into the bed, her cheek pressing to the mattress. Eyes closed, body limp, she lay there as Jace continued to pump into her body. Each thrust sent a delicate shiver, almost unbearable, through her pu**y. She was hypersensitive. So much so that every movement was a delicious sort of agony.

She whimpered and Jace went still deep inside her and then she felt him pulsing wetly. She was slick with his se**n, but still, he held himself there, his c**k twitching until the very last of his release was wrung from it.

He leaned forward, his body pressing warmly to hers. He kissed the center of her back just between her shoulder blades as his hands skated hotly up her sides and then back down again to cup her hips.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than you tied to my bed, pu**y open, waiting for me, your ass red from my crop.”

She shivered underneath him and then he pushed upward, withdrawing wetly from inside her. He left her, his footsteps disappearing in the distance.

She lay there, sated, exhausted, her body humming in the aftermath. She drifted off, existing in a haze between awareness and unconsciousness. Unsure of how much time had actually passed, she was roused when Jace’s hands slid back over her ass. When he leaned in, his c**k was rigid again, surprising her. More time than she’d realized had to have passed.

He wanted her again.

Her arms and legs ached from being pulled so tight with the ropes, but she didn’t complain. He would take care of her afterward. He’d never push her too far. He seemed very in tune with her limits and he’d exhibited extreme patience while working up to this point. She trusted him.

“Going to f**k that sweet ass,” he murmured close to her ear. “Been dreaming about it. You’re in a perfect position. Legs spread. On your belly. Helpless. Not a damn thing you can do. Going to come all over your ass. Inside, outside. I’ll be in you so deep you’ll feel me in your belly.”

A full-body shiver worked its way from her shoulders to her feet. Chill bumps broke out and raced across her skin until every part of her tingled with awareness.

He lifted himself off her again and left her only to return a few seconds later. Something warm dribbled over the crack of her ass. Then he spread her cheeks and squeezed more over her opening. His fingers glided over the area, spreading the lubricant, pausing over her entrance before pressing inward.

One finger slipped easily past the barrier, coating the opening and just inside. Then he added more lubricant and gently pushed another finger, stretching her to accommodate both digits.

She moaned softly, the burn in her ass edgy and sharp. Not unlike the crop. Both pleasurable. Just in different ways.

“I should spend more time preparing you,” he said in a strained voice. “But I can’t. Want you too badly. I need you to relax and work with me, baby. I’ll try to go slow.”

His fingers withdrew and then he added more lubricant, smoothing it around the opening. Then the blunt head of his c**k pressed against the entrance. Pressure built as her body resisted, refusing him entrance.

A low growl sounded in his throat. She shivered again, aroused, on fire, burning. Just for him.

“Let me in, baby. Relax. Don’t fight it.”