Page 20 of After Hours
It wound around and around and then arrowed straight down into her pussy, building sensation with every single one of his deep, assured,precisethrusts.
Romily tried to concentrate on other things. The taste of his shoulder in her mouth when she dipped her head forward, salt and heat. The way his big, callused hands gripped her with such ease and confidence. As if he already knew every possible secret her body could hold.
That made sense to her because the things he’d said he would do to her, she wanted. She wanted themdesperately.Things that had never been even remotely interesting to her before, things that scared her a little—it all made sense because it was Zachary.
Because everything seemed to come down to this.
To him.
Deep inside her like he belonged there.
She felt herself begin to sweat.
“Look at you,” Zachary rumbled, his voice sounding perfectly calm. As if they were sitting somewhere elegant, sipping tea and making sophisticated conversation. “Trying so hard to be good.”
That made her want to be even better. She felt the urge—the deepdesire—to please him shimmer in her like a different kind of coming.
At the same time she felt a deep, warning shiver go through her and this one wasn’t ashimmer.This one made her clench and then shake as she fought off the sudden huge and looming climax that seemed to press in on her.
No coaxing. Nohoping.No straining.
It was like trying to fight off a lightning bolt that was already poised to strike.
“That looks difficult,” Zachary observed, clearly finding what was happening to her entertaining. “It would be terrible if someone pushed you over the edge when you were instructed not to come, wouldn’t it, little bird?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He shifted her, holding her against him with one powerful arm while the other moved so that he could get his hands between them.
And then, his blue eyes direct on hers, he pinched her clit.
It was a shock. It made her jolt—and then he was slamming her back down on that cock, sinking himself deep.
Romilyignitedandexplodedinto too much sensation to do anything butfeel.
She heard sounds that she couldn’t believe were coming from her own mouth, though she knew they were. That she was the one making them. He kept pumping her onto him like he could piston her body against his for eternity and she kept coming and coming, not sure if she was sobbing or singing or simply lost in the cataclysm that took her over.
Over and over again.
When she was done—or maybe simply wrung out—she came back to what was left of her senses and found herself limp against him. Zachary was still holding her in his arms and she let her eyes close again, because that felt good. Right.Safe.
But when she felt as if they were suddenly moving, she forced herself to open her eyes again. She was amazed to find that her head wasn’t spinning—Zachary was simply moving across the apartment. Still holding her against him and his cock still deep inside her, and as ferociously hard as ever.
Still fully dressed except for a swathe of hip and cock.
It was all so hot it made her shake. Romily clenched down on him experimentally, as he moved, and that set off a whole set of aftershocks.
She realized her face was damp and she understood immediately that she’d been sobbing for real. That had been part of that prolonged explosion, even though it seemed impossible. Romily couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried. Tears were a provocation in her marriage, so she’d learned to keep them to herself.
Zachary pulled her off him and she watched his blue eyes first sharpen, then darken, as she let out an involuntary moan of loss when she felt herself completely empty again. It made her shudder.
“You broke the rules, little bird,” he told her, with a great solemnity. But there was also that fire in his gaze. “Now I have no choice but to punish you.”
She felt her eyes widen at that.
He nodded, sorrowfully. She hadn’t misheard. He’d saidpunish.Though there was that fire there in all that blue, brighter now, and she shuddered again. And felt that shudder wind its way through her as if it was possible they could start this all up again.
But that couldn’t be. That was impossible. Physically impossible, she was sure.
It wasabsolutelyimpossible and yet she felt that electricity hum in her all over again, and not as if it was new. Instead it was as if they’d done this a thousand times before, because it felt like a lightning strike but it was as easy as flipping a switch. Her whole body shivered straight back into near-painful awareness, as if she hadn’t just come so hard she barely knew who she was.
