Protege(54)

The pressure disappeared. “Are you hurt?” There was obvious concern in his voice.

She breathed fast, her bottom quickly recuperating from the sense it was about to be ripped in two.

“Answer me, Collette. You have permission to speak.”

“I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“It hurt.” She swallowed. “For a second.”

He was silent for a moment. “A good hurt or a bad hurt? Please be specific.”

“A scary hurt. I don’t know if I can do this.” Her jaw locked in frustration. She wanted to try this and she wanted to try it with him. The sudden shame at not being able to do something he desired caught her off guard, knocking the breath from her and rocking her to the verge of tears. She desperately wanted to be an adequate partner for him, regardless of the limited time in which she’d have the right.

His body folded over hers as he softly whispered into her ear. “What do you want, peach? If you want this to stop, it will.” His lips pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“I want . . .” To please you. “I’m ready now, Sir. I was just scared.”

He was silent for a long moment. “Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yes. Please do it.”

“All right, Collette. We’ll continue. If you need to stop again, you know what to do.”

She nodded again and exhaled as his body lifted off hers, but he didn’t return where he left off. Her brow creased as his hand softly trailed down her spine, his fingertips taking a slow exploration of her sides, tracing each dip and curve. Her breath sucked in as his mouth pressed to her behind and his palms glided firmly up to her arms.

“Relax. Feel my touch. Know it’s me and think of all the times my body has brought you pleasure. Relax and feel, peach. I won’t hurt you.”

The tension in her shoulders eased as her eyes closed. Every press of his hand filled her with comforting warmth. Her worries subsided, and desire to meet his needs the way he met hers slowly kindled. She was ready. It was amazing that, for as demanding as he could be, he was equally patient and always insistent she be ready for each step forward.

This time when his cock pressed to her back entrance, it was slick with oil applied directly to his skin. She whimpered as he gently probed the tight muscle, stretching it with little dips of his thick cock. It seemed the entry was the difficult part. The deeper he went, the more her pleasure intensified. Her skin began to sweat as she lifted to her toes, her calf muscles throbbing. He held her cheeks wide and suddenly he was in.

Bearing down, she let out a harsh breath and swallowed.

He leaned over her back, blanketing her. His breath left in a gust of heat, sending chills down her arms. When he spoke, his voice was strained, a husky rasp thick with desire. “How do you feel, peach?”

Her nipples tightened against the covers as the dark need in his gravelly tone sank into her, warm and rich. Neither of them was unaffected by this act. “Full. Very full, like I’m going to tear in two, but at the same time, I feel cocooned and wonderful.”

His body shifted, applying pressure to her insides as he again kissed her back. “I’m very proud of you for trying when you were afraid. It shows exquisite trust. You honor me.”

His hips rocked with the slightest motion, barely withdrawing, but stimulating a sensation deep inside her. She groaned and her back bowed of its own volition, as if her body needed more. Never once did his presence inside her escape her every thought.

Her emotions, again, took hold as she blinked back tears. There was no pain, only delicious pressure. “I’m so wet.” She breathed out the confession before her common sense could pull it back.

His fingers briefly caressed her folds and he cursed. “It’s a beautiful thing, your body’s reaction to mine.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” She sensed it immediately, another wall erecting between them. He might be a master of many things, but mostly he was a master at separating reality from fantasy. He withdrew and her body pulsed with emptiness.

“Oh God.” She lowered her face and clenched her ass, willing the hollow feeling away and suppressing the fear that this would be another abrupt halt to their intimacy.

“Up on the bed, peach. Now that you’ve had a cock in your ass I’m going to show you how it feels to be f*cked by one.” Relief overwhelmed her as he guided her onto the mattress. “Lie flat. Legs together. Get comfortable.”

He wasn’t finished with her, but there was a definite change. Where had the closeness gone? She hadn’t imagined it. She’d felt it in his harsh exhalations and heard it in the tone of his voice. Chances were, if she could lay her hand on his chest his heart would be thundering as hard as hers. This was not one-sided. It couldn’t be.

He climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs and pressing her hips into the bedding. Her eyes shut tight as he spread her again. “Beautiful.”

She expected him to sink into her, picking up where they left off, but he didn’t. His mouth trailed over her shoulders as he whispered, “Beautiful, Collette.” A bit of the closeness came back to her. His hands coasted over her flesh, feather light and almost reverent. “Your body responds to mine so nicely. Tell me what you feel.”

So much. “Desire. Need.”