Lying and Kissing(38)

I exploded. The climax roared through me, shredding me into tiny fragments of stardust that sprayed out into the void. I gave myself up to the idea of being his, that this monster of a man was going to do whatever the hell he liked to me. And that I was going to love it.

I thrashed and shook and it felt like minutes passed. When I came back to myself and opened my eyes, I was bathed in sweat and my chest was heaving.

“Wow,” I said in a tiny voice. It was all I could manage.

He smiled down at me, a cruel grin that was all mastery and knowing confidence. The same smile, I guessed, that he wore when he’d done this to Elena and Natalia and his other Russian blondes. A smile that said he’d won, that he’d held me down and played my body like a maestro, shown me pleasure I’d never known before. All of which was true. And yet—

There was something else there, just a flicker of it in his eyes. A deep, burning need that went beyond just sex. It went beyond just extracting pleasure from my body for both of us. It was about something deeper and more permanent. It was darkly possessive and powerful enough that it came close to making him lose control. Not tonight, maybe. But, if it grew, then someday.

That flicker gave me hope. And raised a dangerous flutter deep in my frozen heart.

The look in his eyes was gone in an instant, though, and I was back to being his plaything. I gasped as I felt his fingers pull from me and then his body was moving up to cover mine. He bore me down on the bed as his hips pushed my thighs apart. He grabbed my knees and spread them wide and then wider, so wide that my inner thighs ached. I heard the rubber sound of a condom and then, with one long push, he was filling me.

My arms came up to clutch at him, hugging him to me. It didn’t hurt, but the deep stretch of it made me catch my breath and he wasn’t even all the way in. My fingers dug hard into the muscles of his back as he slid back and plunged in again—God! That feeling of his hardness opening me up, making me his….

Deep. Deeper. His girth stretching me tight. God!

His face drew level with mine and he laid kisses on my forehead as he filled me completely.

He waited there for a second, allowing me to adjust to his size. I could feel myself tight around him, and the press of my groin against his. God, the feeling of him being rooted in me, my body so fragile and pale under him. Part of me wished there was a mirror on the ceiling so that I could see all of him. I knew that if I could glimpse the tan cheeks of his ass pushed hard up between my thighs, I’d come just from that alone.

He began to move and it became buttery-smooth and perfect, every millimeter of the thrust a delight, ribbons of pleasure zig-zagging upward. I reached up to touch his face, my fingers stroking over his cheeks. He allowed it for a second and then his hand was capturing mine, bearing it down to the bed above my head and grabbing the other one, too. His hands were big enough that he was able to pin both of my wrists with just one, giving him a hand free. He used it to trace a finger down my cheek, then over my gasping lips and down to my breast. Taking his weight on his elbows, he started to stroke at my slickened nipple as he thrust, twirling his thumb and forefinger around and around the base of the hardened flesh.

I drew in great, heaving gasps through my nose. It was all...too...much: the spirals of fire coming from his fingers on my nipple; the silken perfection of his long, hard thrusts; the feel of that strong hand, holding my wrists down.#p#分页标题#e#

I began to thrash again, bouncing the back of my head into the bed again and again as I tried to vent some of the pressure that was building inside me. His thrusts were faster, now, the strong muscles of his legs and ass propelling him effortlessly into me, his groin slapping against mine.

He’d angled himself lower and his chest was rubbing over my breasts with each thrust, my nipples hard as rocks. The ball of pleasure expanded for the second time, until it filled my whole chest. The power of him was incredible—his thrusts were so hard, so fast, that the huge bed was banging against the wall, yet they seemed effortless. Again and again, the silken push of him filled me and stretched me. He was just going to keep going and going for as long as he liked and there was nothing I could do—

Nothing I could do.

The pleasure expanded again, my climax rushing towards me. I bucked and wriggled under him and every press of my body against his, every reminder of how firmly I was pinned, made me hotter and hotter. God, I’m going to come again. I had no hope of escape. I just had to lie there and take the pleasure he was giving me. He had me exactly where he wanted me, trapped under his muscled body, helpless—