Page 29 of Crave Me
Chapter Ten
Simon
My cock pressed against my pants as I held her to me. She fell asleep moments ago, but she wouldn’t stay asleep long. I held her while the adrenaline left her and she cooled in my arms.
I hadn’t expected her to be so incredible when she came. Her whole body had flushed. She’d experienced her orgasm like it’d taken her to another plane of existence. She hadn’t hit subspace, but she was close.
Seeing how much she really wanted this, I couldn’t wait to take her there.
And two orgasms so close together? If I was a wolf I’d howl at the victory, at how quickly she responded to my touch.
I’d been hesitant to touch her. The Reynolds’ sisters didn’t resemble each other in the slightest. Chloe had all of the American girl-next-door cuteness Cassie lacked with her sex appeal and sharp features. I hadn’t intended on making her wait so long before I touched her, but seeing her in front of me, exposed and vulnerable and so damn ready, it took time to push through the hesitancy and the memories of Cassie lashing out at me when I’d pushed her too far.
I couldn’t mess this up with Chloe.
I wouldn’t.
And when she came apart so quickly from my fingers and mouth, that was no longer a possibility. She wanted it. Shelovedit too much to turn on me like Cassie had.
She shifted in my arms, hummed a breathy, little sound. I pushed up to sit, held her so her head was against my shoulder and her ass was in my lap. She opened her eyes. A sleepy look in her hazy gaze as if she’d been napping as long as Snow White, waiting for her prince.
I was no prince, but I brushed my lips against hers, tasting the cinnamon on her she always had.
Someday, I’d ask her about it. Mints? Gum? Fireball whiskey addiction?
“You did so well,” I murmured, pulling back from the kiss. “Do you need anything? Water?”
Her lips tilted at one corner. “Water, no ice please.”
She shook as I laughed and I gently set her on the couch, soothing down the sexy as hell lingerie she was still wearing. I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of cool water and brought it back to her. I settled her back on my lap before handing it to her.
She held it in both hands, sipping slowly, avoiding looking at me.
“How do you feel?” I’d lost her eyes. I’d give her a minute to compose herself, but I needed her focus on me. Words could hide the truth. Her expression couldn’t.
She took another sip, brushed hair off her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. From her profile, a faint pink bloomed on her cheekbones.
“It was intense.”
It had been. It was also about to get better. Now, knowing and seeing she had enjoyed the scene even after the haze of her orgasm left her, I couldn’t wait to try for more.
I stood from the couch, brushed my hands down my dress pants just to stop myself from wrapping a fistful of her golden hair in my fist and taking her on the couch.
She followed my movements hesitantly, as if she wasn’t aware or certain she could look at me unless I commanded her not to. I didn’t give her direction, waiting to see what she chose.
Her gaze stopped at my shoulder, not my eyes. Her head stayed tilted down a bit, the perfect picture of submission. Beneath my dress pants, my cock twitched.
“I will give you a few minutes to get ready for what’s next. Finish your drink. Use the restroom if you need to and meet me in the bedroom.”
She blinked rapidly several times and her lips parted. Shocked we weren’t ending yet? I didn’t ask. I turned and went to the restroom, using it quickly before moving to the bedroom.
I had just stripped off my black shirt when she entered the room. Her gaze was fixated on the bathroom, and she didn’t look toward the bed or where I stood at the end of it, already half-naked, fully hard, and waiting for her. She amused me. She held herself with strength and confidence but as she hurried to the restroom, rushing as if she didn’t want to be seen, or know what’s coming next, I caught the vulnerability and nervousness in her.
I’d enjoy breaking her of that, too. She closed the door to the bathroom and as I listened to the muffled sounds of her movements behind the closed door, I grabbed a bag from the nightstand I’d hidden away earlier.
I laid out the few implements I’d brought for the night, choosing to start tonight’s session slowly, but wishing I had brought my paddle or flogger or clamps for her rose-colored nipples.
By the way she responded when I pinched them earlier, she’d explode delightfully when they were clamped.
