“Bite down on my neck,” he growls softly. “I’m about to shatter you.”
My head drops down to his neck as I feel my walls tighten around his fingers. With a flick of his fingers, he hits me right where my ignite button is as my body explodes around him. My teeth sink into his flesh as I muffle any incoherent sounds that want to fly out of my mouth.
The taste of metal hits my taste buds, and I realize I’ve broken his skin as I clamp down on him harder. My body trembles against him as the last of the tremors fades away. I slowly release my grip on him and run my tongue along the place where my teeth just were, hoping to soothe the area if it hurts.
His fingers slowly slide out of me, and just like last time, he puts them in his mouth, wanting to savor my taste.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper in his ear.
“For what?” I can hear the confusion in his voice as his hand finds my thigh again. He straightens my dress so I don’t flash the Uber driver when the dome lights come back on.
“If I hurt you. I didn’t mean to bite you so hard.”
“Honey, it would take a lot worse than that to hurt me. I’m hoping you went deep enough to leave a mark. If not, I’m going to need you to go harder next time.”
We pull up to the B&B, and I don’t get the chance to respond.
“Let’s go see how strong that little bed is.” I can feel him grinning against my neck, causing me to giggle again from all the wine.
“You’re on,” I laugh, stepping out of the vehicle with him. We are both swaying a bit as we try to be quiet, entering the inn. A small lamp is lit in the sitting room, but other than that, the place is asleep.
“Shit,” I whisper loudly, hitting my shin on the coffee table. “Who puts a coffee table in the middle of the hallway?”
“We’re still in the living room,” he laughs. “The hallway is this way. Here,” he says, flinging me over his shoulder. “It’s my duty as a husband to get my wife safely to bed.”
“Are you drunk?” I giggle against his back.
“Maybe,” he laughs. “Are you?”
“Maybe,” I say, giggling harder as we try to find room thirteen. “The guy at the counter is right.” I reach my hands down further and cup his gorgeous ass. “Room thirteen is a lucky room.”
He finally gets the key in the door, and we clamor inside. Dropping me on the bed, he hovers over me. “You have no idea how lucky room thirteen is about to be,” he grins before we both are tearing each other’s clothes off like a bear in the wild.
I hear my panties rip as the last of my clothes fall away. I scamper on all fours like our first night together, and for a brief second, I think he’s going to argue with me when his hand follows my spine. I breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t push my decision to keep this less personal.
Sex is easy. It’s the connection I feel whenever I look at him that scares me.
“Grab that headboard,” he says, breaking the silence with his rough voice. I quickly reach up and clutch the wood. I feelhim again at my entrance, and I softly moan as I try to sit back on him. His piercing teases my center as I move against it.
“You like that, Olivia?” He grabs his dick and rubs his metal ball against my clit.
“Yes,” I moan, moving my hips in circles to tease myself more.
He drags it along my skin as he tortures me by slowly moving through my slick arousal.
“Please, Miles,” I whimper, wanting him inside me.
“Please, what?” He asks, reaching over me to pinch my nipple hard. I cry out as heat spreads to my core.
“More,” I whisper, bringing his hand to my other breast.
He pinches my other nipple hard, and I gasp at the sensation it brings.
“Spread your legs more for me,” he orders, and I happily obey.
Keeping a grip on the headboard, I spread my legs wider for him. I feel him at my opening as he pushes his tip into me. His hands dig into my hips as he slams into me on my next breath.
“Oh God, Miles,” I moan loudly, biting back my scream and tasting blood again for the second time tonight as my teeth dig into my cheek.
