Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(129)
He lifted his chin more and turned it to one side, controlling her body with the chain in his mouth. She cried out again as fire flashed through her. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to him. She couldn’t force him to do what she wanted, and she knew, in the end, he would take care of her. She had to trust him to do that for her. She trusted him always to have her back in a dangerous situation, and she knew exactly what he was doing now. He wanted complete trust. Complete surrender to him. She was his and he would care for her in every way. Always.
The moment she relaxed into his body, melting around his cock, he increased the speed of the horse so that every jolt was felt through her entire body. He rose and fell with the gait of the horse, giving her long, hard strokes until she was sobbing, so close, her breasts aching, her nipples feeling as if a thousand fingers held them tight, pinching and rolling with every step.
“Give me that gift, malyshka. Give it to me.”
At the sound of his voice, that soft, sexy command, she exploded. The orgasm roared through her like a fireball, going from her center to her belly and then engulfing her breasts. She wailed, chanted his name. She had never felt anything that intense, and it went on forever. Her body grasped at his. Milked and insisted.
He drove up again, over and over. All the while his mouth worked the chain, and the next wave of flames roared through her, this one far hotter and stronger than the last, a towering inferno that swept him along with her, so that his hoarse shout mingled with her frantic cries. He let the chain slip from his mouth and she fell forward, her forehead pressed tight against his chest.
Casimir slowed the horse, finally bringing it to a halt. His arms swept around her. “Giacinta,” he said softly.
She lifted her face and he captured her mouth, kissing her over and over, all the while still buried inside of her. Very gently, he caught her around the waist to lift her off of him. “Step into the stirrup.”
She did so and then she was thankfully on the ground. She had to clutch the stirrup to steady herself and then he was beside her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and led her, with the horses, to a small clearing in the center of a grove of trees.
“How did you know this was here?”
He flashed a smile as he tied the horses to low branches, giving them plenty of room to graze on the grass. “It’s a wonder what a few bribes will get you.”
Casimir spread a blanket on the ground and gestured for her to sit. She watched as he pulled out the picnic basket and set it down before kneeling in front of her. “I need to take off the clamps and this can get intense.”
Her hands went to her tender nipples. He shook his head and gently pushed her hands away. “Let me. I’ll be gentle.”
She let her hands slide down to his thigh. All the while she kept her gaze glued to his face. He looked happy. Happy. That was her making him happy. She’d never realized until that moment that the look on his face was rare.
His fingers brushed the swell of her breast. “Okay, golubushka, I’m going to have you take a deep breath and I’ll take the clamp off. While I do, release your breath very, very slowly. It’s going to hurt for just a moment, but I’ll make it feel better.” He waited for her nod.
She took the breath and let it out slowly as he removed the clamp. Blood rushed back and she nearly cried out at the bite of pain. His mouth covered her nipple and he gently licked and stroked with his tongue, soothing the ache. He sucked gently and almost at once the pain subsided.
He lifted his head. “Better?” She nodded. “Now the other one. Don’t tense up. Take a breath. I’m right here.”
His mouth was a miracle, his touch so gentle she wanted to cry. After making certain there was no pain, he caught the hem of her skirt, tugged it up and then took two cloths from his bag. One was wet, in a plastic bag, and he used it to clean her between her legs and then dried her with the second one.
“If you like the clamps,” he said, as he cleaned her off, “we can use them occasionally but for no more than ten minutes or so.”
“Casimir, they had to have been on for an hour.”
He grinned at her. Shook his head. “Ten minutes. We were quick once we got going. I was so hard I was afraid I’d shatter. And you were scorching hot.” He finished cleaning himself off and then leaned over and took her breast into his mouth again, still gentle, his tongue soothing her nipple. “Are you sore?”
“Sensitive more than sore. You didn’t have them on that tight.”
He opened the picnic basket, handed her a sandwich and took one himself. “I’ve never seen anything hotter or more beautiful than you were with your skirt up around your bare thighs, that bra and the clamps with the chain. I didn’t think I was going to last. You held out a long time.”