Bound to Please(95)

She put her hand to her mouth. “Where did you get this?”

“A little birdie brought it to me.” He clasped the necklace around her neck. “I love you, too, baby, and I’m not letting you go. Ever again.” And then he kissed her. But this time it wasn’t the Mark she knew. This man was urgent, clumsy even as he started pulling off their clothes. His fingers seemed unsteady as he undid her bra, slid her panties down her legs. That slight show of vulnerability caused her to quiver everywhere, made her toes curl. Made her love him even more.

It took him longer than usual to rip the condom open; he finally used his teeth, spitting a tiny silver piece on the floor after it eventually gave way. She watched him roll the sheath onto his erection, vowing to get on the pill as soon as she could. Her chest ached from the want to feel that part of him inside her, skin-to-skin.

The thought had her pussy dripping, making her slick and sticky and so ready for him.

He backed her against the door. “You’re mine, Ruby Scott.” He said the words into her hair, against her lips. “I want you to tell me that you’re mine.”

“I will, but we need to talk—ah!”

Her words were cut off when he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist, and pressed the length of his cock to her damp pussy.

She gasped. “We can talk later.”

“Mine.” He plunged into her, her back sliding a few inches up the door as he did so. With her nipple between his fingers he twisted until she cried out; the sharp pain shot right through her, and she ground down onto him to soften the ache.

She felt his sweat, soaking into her skin in hot drips. His back was slick under her fingers and she couldn’t get a grip, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t need to worry about falling; he held her securely in his arms.

Using the door for support, he made love to her as he whispered things he’d never told her before, hotly against her ear.

“Baby, you smell so fucking amazing. I never told you this, but I took a bar of soap from your bathroom, and I—” He pulled out, drove in again. “I use it when I masturbate. That scent gets me so goddamn hard. You get me so goddamn hard.”

“Oh, God… yes.” She was on fire, every inch of her burning up.

“I love you so much, Ruby…” The words sent a frisson of lust through her, landing between her legs.

He twisted her nipple again, sending her to the very edge of climax. “Mark, I’m going to…”

He pulled out, thrust again. Later, they could take their time, but now she needed him to let go, to show her uninhibitedly how much he wanted her.

“Fuck me, Mark. Make me come for you.”

“Yes, come for me now, baby. Come for the man who loves you, the man you belong to.”

“Yes,” she cried, exploding into a million blissful pieces. “I belong to you, Mark.”

“Oh, Ruby,” he whispered. “Ruby mine.” He drove into her one last time, his pelvis to hers, his heart to hers. She felt him inside her, his cock jumping in tiny jerks as he came.

As he sank against her, she ran her hand over his smooth scalp. That first night at Meg’s she’d wondered how his head would feel beneath her fingertips. The answer was, it felt like home.

He pulled back. Sometime during their frenzy he’d lost his glasses. Now his eyes were dark and warm as he searched her gaze.

He carried her to the bed and tenderly placed her under the covers. Lying next to him, she silently stroked his chest, his stomach, his angular hip bones. The hotel was quiet this high up, and the feel of his fingers combing through her hair combined with the rhythmic sound of his breathing nearly put her to sleep.

“Oh, shit,” she said after a while, glancing at the clock. “It’s seven forty-five. I promised Yvette I’d have you back in the lobby by eight.”

Groaning, he held her tighter. “Crap. I wish I didn’t have a show tonight. Will you come?”

She raised her heavy lids to meet his gaze. “Of course. I would love to see you play,” she said, suppressing a yawn.

“I forgot you’ve been traveling.” Placing a soft kiss on her temple, he chuckled. “There will be plenty more shows. Just stay here tonight, rest up. I’ll be back soon.”

“No, I really want to go.” She pushed herself up.

Kissing her, he didn’t stop until she was lying back down. “Seriously. Stay here and get some rest.” He nipped her earlobe. “You’re going to need it later.”

“Okay,” she said. “And when you get back we need to talk. About things…”

She was asleep before he walked out the door.