After slipping one finger in my tightly clenched hole, he withdrew and lined up his cock. Without the normal care and patience he showed, he plunged into me.
I cried out as pain and pleasure mixed together and he cradled my bottom in his palms.
“I have to claim you again. I need the reminder that you belong to me and aren’t going anywhere,” he grunted. His hands clutched the sheets on either side of me instead of my hips like he normally did. I didn’t like it, so I grabbed his wrists and gently pulled until he released his grip. Moving them to my hips, I smiled up at him briefly before he started rocking against me.
Something in him relaxed when I moved his hands and he slowed his frenzied movements to a more leisurely pace. I arched against him and felt my release building from the easier strokes.
When I cried out with my orgasm pinging through every nerve in my body, he collapsed on me and stopped moving. He hadn’t gotten off, that much I was sure of even in my relaxed haze.
Pushing on one of his shoulders, I got him to roll onto his back where I straddled him and took him into my body again. My palms spread over his chest as I rode him slowly. His eyes latched onto mine and refused to release me.
“Yeah, Precious, ride me. Use me to give yourself pleasure,” he murmured after a few minutes of no sound but that of our bodies sliding against each other.
I continued moving at the same pace I had been. It was quick enough to gradually be leading me toward another release, but not fast enough to be rushing it. I liked having a tiny bit of power over him, even if it was for a brief period of time. I wanted to show him I wasn’t looking for fast and easy, but long and good. It’s what I wanted not just in bed, but in our whole relationship.
It touched me that he was as upset by everything; however, it’d take more than a bitchy ex to get me to let him go. I needed him too much. I’d come to rely upon him too much to give up so easily.
When I arched my back and cried out with my release, he gripped my hips, holding me down on him as he bucked against me, letting out a guttural groan as I felt his cock throbbing deep in me as he, too, found his release.
Chapter 10
John
I hated that Mariah had ruined our date and she didn’t even realize it — she was all smiles and professionalism when I returned to the office after lunch. I only half-listened to my patients for the rest of the day as I couldn’t get Alix out of my head, even more so than normal. I had to find a way to make up for it. I didn’t want her thinking she was anything less than what I wanted. I only wanted her, no one else. When I finally was done working for the day, all I could think about was getting to her to make sure she understood she was mine.
It was only after I roughly fucked her that I found I relaxed. Being inside her body, reinstating my ownership was the only way I could finally start to let the afternoon go. Cradling her to my chest, I rearranged us in a more comfortable position against the pillows and I ran my hand over her hair for a few minutes while I tried to center myself and regain the control I’d been barely able to hold onto since lunch.
Once I felt her relax against me and I figured she’d dozed off, I carefully escaped her grip on me to go to the bathroom. I wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to her. Taking my time, I cleaned between her thighs and crack thoroughly while making sure I didn’t hurt her. She simply moaned quietly at my touch, but did nothing to stop or question me.
I left the washcloth on the counter before washing my flaccid dick in the sink, then went back to the bed. Pulling her close, I soothed one hand down her back and held her hips close with the other. It didn’t matter that the arm I’d snaked under her was losing circulation; I needed her in my arms and to be touching her as much as I could, even if she was sleeping.
Time passed while I watched her sleep — it could’ve been minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell or care. At some point, she opened her eyes and looked up at me with a lazy smile.
“Why aren’t you sleeping? You have to be exhausted after working all day and dealing with my hysterics, then fucking me senseless,” she murmured sleepily. Her palm ran up my chest, then down my arm before making its way back to where I’d had it trapped against me.
“I don’t want to miss a moment with you,” I breathed.
“You are crazy. Sleep now so you aren’t tired tomorrow.” She pulled back and I released her. Rolling to her side, she put her back to me before scooting into me again. “Sorry, I normally sleep on this side.”
“It’s okay. I can still hold you like this,” I said, folding one arm under my pillow as the other slid around her waist. I shoved a leg between hers and breathed in her scent.
“Please sleep. I’ll feel terrible tomorrow knowing that it was my fault you didn’t rest,” she pleaded.
“I’ll be fine. Go back to sleep,” I whispered.
She did as I instructed and before long I felt my eyes getting heavy, finally giving in. As much as I didn’t want to miss a moment, sometimes the body took over.
In the morning, I woke to a soft caress running along my abdomen and peeked open one eye. Alix was smiling at me as she sat on the bed, already showered and dressed.
“Wake up, Master. You need to go to work, sir,” she said softly, but hearing her use such words outside of the club and any sexual activity woke me up faster than anything else.
“Keep talking to me like that and I’ll be late to work.” I rolled onto my back and stretched.
“Nope. Not today. You were late because of me once already and I refuse to be the cause of it again.” She patted my stomach and stood up from the bed. “Plus, I have stuff to do so you have to leave.”
“Am I being kicked out of your house?” I gaped at her. I’d never had someone do such a thing.
“Mmm, as tempting as it would be….” She rubbed her chin as if she was considering it. “I can also give you a key so you can lock up after you leave.”
“A key?” My heart stuttered a beat before racing. A key to her place? Was she really ready to take that step with me?
“That you can use for now,” she clarified, and my heart slowed.
“I suppose I’ll hurry and get ready so you don’t have to worry about leaving me with a key.” I tried to not let my disappointment show. I knew things were moving rapidly between us, but it was like so much had already been established and shared between us that other couples didn’t get to until they’d been dating for months or even years.
“Oh, stop it. If you want a key, just say so. I have no problem giving you one. I figured you’d freak out if I gave you one on my own,” she said with a shrug before looking away.
“Would you like a key to my place? I’ll get one made for you today,” I said hoping to show her I was more than ready.
“I don’t even know where you live, so it really wouldn’t do me any good,” she sighed, and I realized what an ass I’d been. I’d never taken her to my place, so of course she was a bit hesitant to give me a key to hers.
“Well, I guess that’ll have to be remedied then, won’t it?” I climbed from the bed and took her into my arms. “I feel the connection too. It’s quick, but who cares. As long as we’re both on the same page and feeling the same things, then fuck everyone else and what they expect or say.”
She nodded her head, but refused to meet my eyes. Hooking a finger under her chin, I forced her to lift her head.
“Don’t do that. Talk to me. Tell me what is going on in that head of yours.”