“Elena,” he breathed as his cock thrust into her and Elena pushed herself up against him. This was what she wanted and needed; this was what she deserved. She sighed as he slid into her.
His need matched her own and she opened for him, her pussy warm and welcoming all for him. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to pull him in. She wanted their intimacy to be as good for him as it was for her.
“Michael, Michael, Michael.” Elena’s breathing grew ragged as she felt him deep within her. He was touching her, tasting her and filling her. Elena felt that she could not get enough of him. Her hands remained above her head, not bound but held in place by the force of her own will.
After all the teasing, Elena was ready to give control to him. She wanted to give everything to him, all that she was. She arched her body, not aware of anything in the world other than Michael and in turn, his focus was on her. Nothing else mattered and Elena could not help the feeling that she had earned this moment and that she would enjoy each sensation Michael had to give.
As he moved against her, Elena felt her arousal grow. She was so wet, so needy, so ready for him. “Michael, fuck me, Michael,” she cried out, her hands buried in the carpet fibers as he covered her. The teasing had wound her up, had aroused her so much that she had to have him as deep as he would go. She felt him fill her completely, exploring her.
Her arousal fed his and she felt him so deep within her. She moved against him frantically, feeling her urges build, feeling the slow build of another climax. Michael knew her body, knew how to coax the most intense reactions from her and he thrust deeply into her again and again, moving faster as she met his movements.
She was close, so close and with each thrust, she moaned, drawing him into her. Elena felt insatiable, felt herself open and feeling such intense pleasure that she could no longer hold it all in.
“Michael,” she called out into the darkness, feeling him and breathing in the scent of him but not able to see him. Her body knew him, responded to him and she felt her climax building within her, closer and closer until it coursed through her. It was deep and intense and she grabbed at the carpet, fists clenched as her body clenched around him and released.
Elena felt Michael press against her more urgently, thrusting deeper and she arched up to him, wanting to make his own climax as wonderful as hers. Again and again, he thrust into her and Elena felt his warmth within her. She felt his release within her and he held her, calling out her name. His lips touched hers and as he lay next to her, he gently removed the blindfold. The lights in the room were dimmed to allow her eyes to adjust and slowly she opened her eyes and looked at Michael.
“You can let go,” Michael said, a smile on his face.
Elena was confused for a quick moment and then realized that she was still holding on to the carpet. When she let go, she had carpet impressions on her palm and fingers. Michael took his hands and held them to his lips, placing soft kisses in her palms. Her fingers were sore from clutching the carpet so hard, but she had not noticed until she finally let go.
She looked over at Michael and as always, she was overcome by his good looks and easy charm. She felt content just being with him, enjoying him. She smiled, feeling warm and satisfied as Michael lay with his arms around her. The carpet beneath them was soft, cradling them as they lay together, lesson learned and needs met.
Each day with Michael was an adventure and she was looking forward to the next one.
Punished
(For His Desire Book 3)
Chapter 1
Elena crossed and uncrossed her legs, feeling restless and trying to chase away the thoughts that haunted her brain. As she grew closer to Michael, it became harder for her to deal with the fact that he had a past. Elena knew that there were others before her. Even though she and Michael had not had that discussion, Elena knew that there had to be. Michael was just too good at eliciting responses from her, at making her feel things she had never felt before.
Though she tried not to focus on that aspect of Michael’s life, sometimes the thoughts crept into her mind. She couldn’t help but feel inexperienced and in her mind any girl that Michael had been with before was somehow superior to her. She hated this insecurity and she twirled strands of her red hair around her fingers trying to distract herself.
Elena tried to remind herself that the past was the past, but that didn’t stop her curiosity. She couldn’t help but wonder what other girls had passed through his house, had shared his bed. She couldn’t bring herself to actually ask Michael, though. Instead, she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind completely – though she was not at all successful.