He laughed. “Not your mind—your mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who needed a spanking as much as you.”
She turned her head away, yet he heard the smile in her voice. “Please.”
“Turn back. I want you to see how hard you make me.”
Her head whipped back over.
“You’re so easy.” He grinned and stripped out of his clothing. Then he held out his cock, pumping himself for her. “This is going to be in you soon. I can’t wait to feel that ass hugging me while I come inside you.”
“No way is that going to fit,” she choked out.
“Oh yeah. So tight. Let’s see how you’re doing, hmm?” He joined her on the bed again and touched the end of the plug. Just seeing it there kept him hard as steel. Damn.
He pulled it out a little, conscious of her pain threshold. Then he started to play with her, pulling it out and pushing it back in, letting her get used to the feel of it.
He spent time with her before pulling the plug completely out. Then he lubed his finger and inserted one inside her ass, groaning at the fit.
“It feels strange,” she said on a breath when he added a second finger slowly to stretch her. “It burns, but it kind of feels good in a weird way.”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “You have no idea how sexy you look, me playing with you like this. Fuck, I’m not gonna last at all.”
“Good. Serves you right for torturing me.”
He grinned. “See, that mouth is going to get you in trouble every time. Now hold on.” He stepped away to clean up his hands, then returned with the bag he’d stashed there earlier. “See this?” He pulled out a dildo. “This is for your pussy. That way you won’t be too empty while I’m fucking your ass.”
He reached down and fingered her, not surprised to find her wet for him. With a quick movement, he eased the dildo inside her sex. Then he put on a rubber and lube, making himself nice and slick.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Nice and easy, okay?”
She swallowed hard and tugged at her restraints. “Take them off.”
“Okay.” He released her wrists and gently turned her onto her back. “I want to watch you while we do this.”
The confusion on her face earned a kiss. “What?”
“You’re so cute.”
“Derrick.” She flushed. “Why am I lying this way? Shouldn’t I be on my hands and knees?”
He shook his head. “No. It’ll be easier missionary. Trust me.”
She stared up at him. “I do.”
No two words had ever meant more. He leaned down to kiss her again, and his cock brushed her clit. She shivered, and he knew the time had come.
“Now watch me, Syd. I don’t want to hurt you, but the truth is, this won’t feel that great at first.”
“No shit.”
The fiery redhead made him laugh, and she stole his heart with that tough exterior hiding the soft woman inside. “God, I love you. Now shut up and let me in.”
He rotated the dildo inside her and she sucked in a breath. Then he pumped it a few times and she moaned.
“Now me.” He spread her legs wider and slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her ass, stopping when he met resistance. “Push out and let me slide in.”
“You’re too big. I’m stretched full.”
“Stop whining. Do it. Push out.”
She did, and he slid inside, slowly, a little at a time as she caught her breath and accepted him. The sensation was indescribable. He concentrated on watching her for every flinch and reaction. The way she bit her lip, sucked in a breath or moaned his name guided his movements.
Finally seated all the way inside her, he leaned up on his elbows and stared into the face he wanted to wake up to every morning for the rest of his life. “Okay?”
She wiggled her hips, and he concentrated on not thrusting harder. He wanted to fuck her, but he deliberately kept himself still.
“Move,” she ordered.
Like he needed to be told twice. Carefully, he pulled out and slid back in. Little by little, he started to make love to her, thrusting in a slow, sure pace. Attuned to her every movement, he caught her enjoyment, and it increased his own. He slowed and reached between them to touch her clit, and she jerked hard.
“God, Derrick. Don’t stop.”
“I want you to come around me.”
“I don’t know if I can again. You wore me out.” She bit her lip as she watched him, and he began taking her again, wanting to claim her, to tie her to him with each push and pull.
“Touch yourself. Come with me, baby.”
Her hand disappeared between them, and that sexy move increased his need to come. Everything about Sydney turned him on, but this… Her acceptance, her willingness to try something new with him, to give him pleasure, such selflessness made it impossible not to love her all the more.
Her breathing increased, as did her moans. “Yes, Derrick. Oh, God. Yes. Now.”
He fucked her harder, and between one breath and the next, his orgasm slammed into him. She cried out and clamped down on him, coming at the same time. He swore as the seed burst from him in a rush, filling the rubber right up.
He couldn’t stop thrusting until finally, sated, he stilled and tried to catch his breath. Bent over her on his elbows, he finally managed to open his eyes, not sure when he’d closed them. When he blinked, he saw her watching him, her eyes wide and lit with wonder.
“Syd?” He sounded hoarse.
“Oh my God.” She reached up and cupped her hand behind his neck, pulling him down to kiss her. “That was incredible.”
He rested his forehead against hers, aware she had to be uncomfortable. “Yeah. Hold on and I’ll clean you up.”
Sucking in a breath, he slowly withdrew. She hissed, and he wanted to cradle her to him. Instead he disposed of the condom in a nearby trashcan and returned to take the dildo out of her. She groaned and lay there, utterly spent.
“I still love you.”
“Dick.”
He grinned. “I’m all dick, aren’t I? Big and manly. And I had that ass. Two points for Derrick Warren.”
“Shut up.”
He chuckled. Gathering his strength, he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom. “Now time to clean up the princess. Come on, honey. Let’s get you soapy and warm. Soothe those tired muscles.”
He washed her with care, making sure to clean her all over. She winced when he tenderly washed her ass, but he wanted to make sure he hadn’t hurt her. Once he’d seen to every part of her body, he cleaned his own while she watched with sleepy eyes, the water running all over her. She should have looked like a drowned rat, but instead she looked like a sexy siren. A tired, sexy siren.
After the shower, he dried them both off and carried her back to the bed.
“I can walk,” she tried to protest.
“And I can carry you. I’m bigger; I win.” He snuggled them under the covers.
She yawned and closed her eyes, asleep before he knew it. He hugged her close and fell asleep, at peace for the first time in forever.
When Derrick woke, it was to empty arms. The room remained dark, and he could see by the clock that midnight had just come and gone. Where…? He heard the sound of the toilet and the sink before Sydney returned to bed. To him. He feigned sleep, more than satisfied when the stubborn woman snuggled back into his arms and sighed against his chest. Oh yeah. I am all the way gone.
The next morning, he ordered room service while she sat in a robe and glared at him.
“Don’t think that just because I let you get away with last night, manhandling me is going to become a trend.”
He raised a brow but said nothing. His silence seemed to annoy her, so he continued to watch her, wondering how best to handle her this morning. She seemed defensive, no doubt worried about the bomb he’d dropped last night. Most women would have died for a tender confession. Not Sydney.