Page 63 of Delicious Surrender

“Wider.”

His voice had dropped deeper than she’d ever heard it. Sheswallowed a whimper.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Now, use your fingers and spread yourself open.” He ground the words out between gritted teeth.

Brynne looked at him in stunned silence, but his eyes warned her not to disobey. She slowly put her hands on herself, tempted to conceal her arousal.

“I’m waiting,” he rasped, impatiently. She was trembling in anticipation as she trailed her fingers over her mons. Her legs twitched in reaction when she inadvertently grazed her aching clit.

Gage raised an imperious eyebrow. “Did I say you could touch that?”

She shook her head and watched him grasp his hard length and squeeze. The beautiful plum head of his cock glistened with pre-cum.

“Spread those luscious lips and show me how hard your clit is.”

Oh, dear god, I will do anything you ask.Her brain processed his commands, and she fell more completely under his dominant spell. He made her feel beautiful and safe and willing to do anything he asked.

“Keep them there. I’m going to taste you.”

He pulled her body closer to the edge of the bed, so that her feet almost touched the floor—then he kneeled between her spread legs.

“So pink,” he whispered before his tongue circled her clit,causing her to shudder. “So wet.” His fingers spread her wetness up and down while he continued to tease and lick her engorged flesh. She was panting and concentrating on not begging, afraid he would stop before giving her what she needed. His tongue lapped at her core, then two fingers entered her slowly, but not nearly deep enough. She was at her limit; her legs were shaking, and she was about to grab his head and pull him to her.

Sensing her desperation, he spoke in the scariest voice she had ever heard. “Don’t let go, or I will not let you come.”

“Jesus,” she pleaded, “I’ll do anything you ask, please may I come?”

“When I decide, and not before.”

“Yes, sir.” She sighed heavily, signaling her surrender to his will.

His tongue returned, circling at first, then softly sweeping back and forth over her clit. His fingers dipped into her vagina, then out, in a little deeper, and out again. Brynne’s legs tensed; her fingers stayed holding her swollen flesh open for him. Finally, when she was certain she couldn’t take any more, he latched on and sucked hard on her swollen nub, thrusting his fingers into her as she came apart. A keening cry came from somewhere deep within and her hands let go to cover her mouth as she cried out and shuddered against him.

Slowly, the little tremors eased, and her breathing returned to normal. Gage dug a foil packet from his pants and donned a condom. She sat up and looked at him, her mouth in a pout. “I wanted to return the favor.”

Shaking his head, he ground the words out. “I can’t waitone more second to be inside you.”

He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, his mouth devouring hers in a kiss so intense it stole her breath away. She tasted her juices on his tongue, and it sent her heartbeat into overdrive. The head of his cock pressed at her entrance, and she wiggled impatiently. He held himself still and through clenched teeth said, “Don’t move.”

Brynne held her breath as he pressed forward excruciatingly slowly, stretching her, filling her inch by delicious inch. She sucked on his tongue and yanked on his hair but kept her hips as still as she could. It would be easier if he’d tied her down, so she could not move a muscle.

When he finally sank his full length into her, Brynne sobbed into his mouth. He stopped kissing her and brushed her hair out of her eyes, looking questioningly. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. I just…it’s been a while. It feels exquisite. Don’t stop…please don’t stop.” She felt her face flush and closed her eyes, suddenly shy.

His hand encircled her neck, “Look at me, sweetheart.” The playful curve of his lips vanished, replaced by an intensity that darkened his eyes. His whole demeanor shifted. “I’m going to fuck the living daylights out of you.”

“Please, yes!” She pulled him down to kiss him, hungry for his mouth.

Gage withdrew slowly, leaving the head inside her. This time, when she raised her hips up to him, he drove it home like a tiger unleashed. One hand grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, the other grasped her jaw possessively, anglingher mouth so he could deepen the kiss. He was as deep as he could go—his tongue in her throat and his cock buried to the hilt. She exulted in feeling totally possessed. Brynne wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted to receive him fully, stunned to feel the delicious ache of another orgasm building. When his grip on her tightened, she knew he was close, as if he feared she would try to escape. When his pace quickened, she heard a wail in the distance, unaware that it was coming from her. She screamed into his mouth as light exploded behind her eyes.

She was still shuddering and twitching, her legs having fallen to the bed, when he lifted himself up slightly, and thrust deeper still. He stilled, every muscle rigid. His mouth was open, but no sound came out. As his cock swelled and pulsed inside her, his body was like a statue, as if every ounce of blood and breath and cum left him petrified.

When he sank down on top of her, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Their bodies were still joined, and she couldn’t tell if it was her heart or his pulsating on her chest. Her eyes opened in shock when he continued to twitch inside her. It took every ounce of her willpower to let him go when he carefully withdrew and rolled onto his back.

He rose and said, “Be right back. Don’t move.”

Where the hell am I going? I feel like a bowl of Jell-O.