Page 98 of Crave Me
“I love you, Chloe. I love everything about you.”
Before I could respond—and holy shit what did I say to that?—he slammed his cock deep inside me, impaling me on this thick shaft in one harsh thrust. I screamed out his name, thrashed beneath him as my body adjusted. He fell forward, clamping my tied wrists in one of his hands.
“Simon, sir,” I cried out as he pulled out and slammed in again. Harder this time. He consumed me. All the time, even when we weren’t together, Simon had completely taken over everything. My waking thoughts, my dreams, my fantasies. Now he’d given me all of him. The burn of his admission ignited my senses. “Oh, my God. Please, Sir.”
“Simon tonight, Chloe. No toys, no spankings. Tonight, I want just you and me.” His eyes bored into me, and my heart tightened. My skin was on fire as he took me, pulling out and slamming deep inside me. He felt different, harder than usual. Bigger. Edgier and impatient.
My eyes widened at the realization. “You’re not wearing a condom.”
“Nope.” He grunted and thrust in again, swirling his hips, sending a thousand sparks through my body. “I want you. Nothing between us, ever again. I already know we’re clean and I’ve seen your pills.” He paused for a moment in his unrelenting pace.
I could barely catch my breath. The way he took me. The way he commanded me. Now he was taking everything.
“You okay with this?”
“Of course, I’m just—I feel like I’m a step behind here.”
He grinned and leaned down to kiss me. I inhaled the scent and taste of him, wrapped my tongue over his as he took my mouth and thrust his hips as roughly as he’d done before. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you up to speed soon.”
“Oh God,” I moaned as he hit a tender spot in me. It was moments before my orgasm was heating my skin, coiling tight in my stomach.
“I’m going to come,” I said, and widened my legs. The move put him at the perfect pressure on my clit. I cried his name, pushed against my wrists, but he held me tighter.
“You can come when you tell me.” He pulled back and pushed his hand between us. His thumb pressed against my clit and I gasped. Continued gasping until I could barely breathe. “Tell me you love me, Chloe. Let me hear it. It’s been shining in your eyes since before I understood what it was.”
Oh God. I’d never been able to hide anything from him. I couldn’t now.
“Please, I need to touch you.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“Let me touch you.” He smiled at me and I returned it. I hoped this wouldn’t be the last time we enjoyed ourselves playfully during sex. I’d become so accustomed to all the bondage and submission and correct headspace, all of this newness overwhelmed me. Was it possible to have vanilla sex in a relationship as twisted as ours?
He undid my scarf and as soon as my hands were free I threw them around his neck. I pulled him to me and whispered in his ear. “I love you, Simon. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Say it again, scream it while you come for me.”
He picked up his pace. Diving into me, he threw me over the edge. I kept my eyes opened as my climax took me over. “Simon! I love you!”
He seated himself fully into me, and ground his hips, rubbing himself against my clit, and immediately sending me spiraling into another orgasm. As I clawed at him, held him to me, relishing the expanse and heat of his skin as I came again, he groaned. He squeezed me tight, held me in his arms and came, moaning out his pleasure and my name.
“Wow.” My breath settled and I ran my hands up and down his back. “Is this happening? Really?”
I couldn’t hide the hopefulness in my voice. Not that I’d want to. Simon now had everything from me, there was nothing left to hide anyway.
“It is,” he murmured, pressed his lips to my ear, my cheek, my throat. He skipped my lips as he moved lower, pulling out of me as he slid down my body.
I mourned the loss of him, reached for him as he moved to his feet and stood at the edge of the bed. “Stay here while I clean you up.”
He returned quickly, and I hadn’t moved. I couldn’t. He’d made love to me. That wasn’t just fucking or screwing or a training session. It was us, only us, joining in what I hoped would be the very beginning.
He wiped me with a warm rag, and then crouched for his pants.
I pushed to my elbows.
“Don’t worry,” he said when he met my gaze. “I’m not going anywhere. I have something for you.” He joined me on the bed, pulled me to sitting and draping my legs over his lap. One of his hands stayed at his side, and the other ran up and down my thighs. “I think I might keep you naked in this bed for the rest of your life.”
Yesbloomed on my tongue. Instead, I nuzzled into him, pressing my forehead to his throat. “Mm. Sounds delightful.”
