“God, I love the way you do that,” she whispered, eyes half closing. He smelled so damn good—soap and a hint of cedar from his aftershave.
“Not as much as I love how you melt for me when I do it.” He bent, scooped her up and carried her to their king-sized bed. He kissed her deeply while he pulled off her blouse and jeans, his fingers tantalizing her breasts as he unclasped her bra. Cait moaned into his mouth and wiggled closer to those talented hands, but he slid them down to her hips. His fingers teased between her thighs before he finally slipped her lacy thong down her legs. The flannel sheets were warm and cozy against her skin when he pressed her into them and came down over top of her to blanket her with his body.
Cait sighed, wrapping her arms and legs around him, relishing the heat and hard weight of him atop her. The effortless way he pinned her to the mattress instantly made her pussy dampen and throb. He never tried to control her in any other aspect of her life, but in the bedroom he was one hundred percent dominant, alpha male. It made her weak in the knees every single time they were together like this. Something he knew very well.
He rubbed his body against her, nudging the head of his cock against her pussy. She was already wet for him, and when he lowered his head to lick her breasts she shook her head and pulled him up. “I want you inside me.” She wanted to feel claimed by him. Taken. She needed that to chase away this scary feeling of insecurity welling up from somewhere deep inside.
His gray eyes all but glowed at her in the dimness, and she caught the surprise there. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she breathed, rolling her hips against him.
Nathan reached up to remove her arms from his neck, firmly pinioning her wrists against the sheets on either side of her head. Cait sighed and squirmed in delicious anticipation. Testing his strength, glorying in the way he rendered her powerless. She loved it when he did this. Loved surrendering to whatever he did to her.
He teased her with another slick caress of his cock, right against her open folds. “This what you want?”
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak. She didn’t want foreplay or anything fancy right now, just the feel of his hard length pushing into her. Right now, she wanted it forceful, a little rough. Not that he’d ever hurt her. But their earlier conversation had left her feeling uncertain, and she needed to feel his strength as he took her. To be branded by his touch and his body and have him burn away everything else but the feel of him inside her, claiming her.
“Open for me.”
The quiet command made her shiver. She understood what he wanted and was more than happy to give it to him. Releasing a deep breath, Cait consciously relaxed her muscles and widened her thighs, wordlessly submitting to his domination. He praised her with a low murmur and pressed his cock against her aching pussy. His hips pulled back and surged forward in a slow, firm thrust, pushing his hard length all the way into her with one inexorable motion.
Cait moaned and closed her eyes, allowing her senses to savor the heat and fullness of him stretching her body. He stayed like that, buried deep inside while her inner muscles squeezed and fluttered around his cock, adjusting to the size and width of him. Ripples of pleasure spread through her.
“Look at me, Cait.”
She opened her eyes and let him see she was all right. He was sexually dominant, but he could also be heartbreakingly tender when he chose to be. And he was always careful not to hurt her despite his size and power, even when she begged him to fuck her hard.
The grip around her wrists firmed. Her breath hitched in anticipation, knowing what was coming. He smiled a little at her reaction and began to move. Long, full strokes that soothed as much as they stimulated. She wriggled beneath him and tugged on her wrists, but his hold never lessened. He knew she loved that too, him forcing her inevitable surrender. His restraining grip gave her the freedom to struggle against his strength, all the while knowing he would keep stripping away her control until all she could do was surrender and feel. Give up all responsibility for her pleasure and let him take over.
It worked for her because she trusted him. Implicitly. And bringing someone else into their bed might threaten that trust. She didn’t want anything to break the precious intimacy they’d built so carefully over the past few months. An intimacy forged by trust and mutual respect.
“I love how far you let me unravel you,” he murmured, surging in and out of her aching pussy. His voice was so steady it drove her crazy. She might have believed he was unaffected by their lovemaking, but his eyes told a different story. They all but glittered with lust as he stared down at her.
She needed more, though. “Nathan…”