Page 86 of Over the Line
His thoughts, exactly.
“I’m… Do me.”
Knowing it pleased her, he lowered himself a bit more, and she whimpered.
“I’ve never experienced anything like this.” Though she seemed to struggle to accommodate him, she didn’t protest. “You might have suggested I not skip my yoga practice, though.”
He kissed the top of her head before relentlessly impaling her time and again. There was nothing soft or sensuous about their joining—it was turbulent and dangerous and as hot as fuck.
With every thrust, she cried out, and he had to force himself to think of her pleasure before selfishly taking his own in her hot body.
“I think… I…”
“Come, Sydney. All over me.”
She used her knees against his shoulders to dig in and raise her pelvis to slightly change his angle. “Sir!”
“That’s it.” He rocked in and out at a frantic pace, and she screamed as her body convulsed.
As she thrashed, he gritted his teeth long enough to reach up and release her cuffs.
Instantly, she grabbed on to the back of his neck as she rocketed through another orgasm. God, he loved pleasing this woman.
Her contractions drove him toward his flash point.
He went still, then a hot pulse shot through him as he climaxed in long, powerful spurts.
“Sir, Sir!”
He moaned, and her body convulsed again. “Give it to me,” he demanded, shuddering with her once again, the final seed surging out of him.
Afterward, struggling to catch his breath, he rolled to his side to pull her tight against him.
She didn’t protest.
For several minutes, until their breathing returned to normal, he held her.
“That was…”
“Yes?” he asked.
“Spectacular, Sir.”
“No worse for wear?”
“Deliciously sore everywhere, Sir.”
That, he liked to hear.
“I think I need to make you some food,” he said. “After a shower. Let me take out that plug for you.”
“No, thanks,” she replied, turning her head so she could face him. “I’ll manage it.”
“Embarrassed? After everything we’ve done?”
“That’s a little personal, Sir. Don’t you think?”
“All the more reason for me to do it. On your stomach.”