“Fucking perfection,” he groaned low, his voice rough, gravelly, the words sounding distant, as if they were said at the far end of a tunnel.
Spurred on by his praise, I pumped those fingers inside myself a few times, imagining it was his throbbing cock. My free hand found my nipple, rolling it between my fingers, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. Moaning, I bit my lip as my hips arched in response, the tingles I knew all too well gathering as I tried to stave them off. I would not fail to obey—it wasn’t an option.
With my fingers now well-coated in my arousal, I moved them to my clit, which was so sensitive, the lightest touch sent my back arching. Tony hummed his approval, and I shut my eyes tight, all my effort going into holding back my impending climax.
My legs shook, my breathing became shallow, and just when I felt like I was about to lose myself, Tony gripped my ankles, forcing my legs open impossibly wide, growling, “Now.”
There wasn’t time to process the single word—the permission I was desperate for—when his teeth clasped around my clit, and he sucked it into his mouth. My soul left my body, and I was deaf to my cries of ecstasy as stars burst behind my eyes. Every muscle seized as release racked my body, but Tony wouldn’t let me come down from that high, flicking my overstimulated nub held firmly between his teeth until I crested that wave of pleasure for a second time, my voice hoarse from the screams ripped from my throat.
I was a trembling, shaky mess when he finally stepped away. Gasping for air, my brain was mush. Much more of this, and I was afraid I’d lose consciousness—the pleasure was that intense.
My eyes were still closed, trying to come down from the highest high I’d ever experienced, when I heard rustling in the bedside table and the tell-tale sound of ripping foil.
He wasn’t done with me yet.
Soft hands caressed my calf, and my body involuntarily jumped.
Calm words soothed me from above. “Easy. I’ve got you.”
Relaxation rolled over me, easing the tremors of aftershocks from not one but two rapid-fire orgasms. My eyelids felt weighed down, and it took all my effort, but I managed to get them halfway open. Sighing, I took in the sight of Tony’s naked body, standing at the edge of the bed. His lean but toned upper body was lightly peppered in dark brown hair, and I itched to run my fingers across his chest.
Unable to move, I watched as his hands moved down my calf, to my ankle, before removing the heel from my foot. Repeating the motion, he did the same to my other leg before pressing his thumbs into the arch of my feet, activating a pressure point that had my body vibrating once more.
The touches were so gentle—reverent almost—that I was caught completely off-guard by the flash of pain as his fingers gripped my hips, and he impaled me without warning. It was so jarring that I couldn’t stop the shrill scream that clawed up my throat.
Tony tried to ease my legs around his hips, but my body was so boneless from the pleasure already wrung from it that they dropped, hanging over the edge of the bed. Setting a slow and steady pace, he held my hips firmly in his grasp, and all I could do was remind myself to breathe—in and out, in and out. It was harder than you’d think, the way my body was being driven toward that steep cliff once more.
I was vaguely aware of Tony above me as he pounded into my pussy, and in my lust-induced haze, I recall watching the tendons of his neck straining as he raced toward his own release.
Locking eyes with me, I felt him press on my lower abdomen, right above my pubic bone, and I gasped, shocked by the blinding pleasure that simple act caused. Picking up his pace, pushing down further with his hand, he growled, “Come for me, sweet girl.”
Even though I was lost in the fog of bliss, my mind and body instinctively obeyed, and I was careening off that cliff, freefalling into the chasm below. Breathing was forgotten, and my mouth opened in a wordless scream as tears streamed down my face. This was beyond anything I’d felt before, and I was sure I would be chasing this high for the rest of my days.
Above me, Tony’s thrusts became jerky and erratic right before he grunted, stilling as his climax claimed him. I barely felt when he slipped from my body; it was numb and alive simultaneously, the nerve endings misfiring, not knowing how to respond to what felt like a near-death experience.
Sated, I laid there, unmoving, barely aware of my own name. That’s what he’d done to me tonight—turned my entire world upside down with just his body and mine.
The mattress dipped beside me, and I felt a cool cloth dragged over my sweaty, heated skin. Swallowing thickly, still trying to gain my bearings, I turned my head to the side to watch Tony as he cared for me gently, with a serene smile on his face.
Catching me watching, he stroked my cheek. “You did so well.”
My eyes closed as I soaked in his praise. He knew exactly what I needed tonight and gave it to me as freely as I gave up my power to him. It was a perfect balance.Hewas my perfect balance.
Mourning what could never be, I sighed as he pulled me into his strong arms, holding me in his lap, content to simply stroke my hair as the adrenaline coursing through my veins slowly dissipated. His chest vibrated against my face as the deep timber of his voice sounded above me. “You should stay tonight. You’re in no shape to leave.”
Hopeful, I asked, “Stay with me?”
Daring to look up at his face, his eyes were laced with regret as he shook his head slightly. “I can’t.”
I knew better than to push, but a piece of my heart broke. He took care of me so well, but our arrangement was temporary. I was pushing the limits even asking for a second meeting.
He would be the Dom—the man—I used as a measuring stick for all who came after him. The two evenings spent with him were a gift I would cherish for the rest of my life.
Chapter 17
Lucy
This was it. Mylast-ditch effort to drive Preston away.
