Holy fuck. A wave of desire spread through me. “Okay.”
“No talking.” He gripped the back of my hair and pulled. “But screaming … that’s allowed.”
I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass and wanted to push back into him, but didn’t dare move. He let my hair go and slid his hand down my back until he came to my butt. Then his body moved back a bit and I sucked in air, not liking him moving away. I wanted to reach back, look at him, feel him, but knew he wasn’t in the mood for me not following instructions. So I impatiently waited, slick moisture building between my legs as his finger slid down my crack into the wetness then came back up and hovered over the pink, puckered flesh.
“Going to fuck this one day.” He circled and I moaned at the unusual feeling of a finger touching me there. I never thought I’d like it, but it turned me on even more as he started pushing. His voice growled, “Relax.”
I couldn’t. The feeling was odd and I instinctually resisted his intrusion. He moved away and I felt the water slosh at the sides of me. Oh, God, he was walking away. I knew I couldn’t say anything, so I wiggled my butt and lowered my head until my forehead skimmed the surface of the water.
“You going to give me all of you? Every part, Georgie?” His voice was harsh and stern. A chill went through me and I nodded.
He didn’t give me any warning as he put his finger at my tight, puckered ass again and pushed. I closed my eyes and battled the urge to clench, doing the opposite. His finger slid inside me and I sighed at the erotic feeling.
Then he started moving it in and out and my hips rocked back and forth with him. “That’s it,” he soothed, breathing against the side of my neck.
Without warning and in rhythm to his finger thrusting in my ass, he shoved his cock inside me and I screamed, titling my head back in shock at the sudden intrusion. He didn’t stop. One finger in my ass, his other hand on my hip; he kept moving, the water slapping between us and making a loud noise. His thrusts got harder, faster and my need grew with each push and pull.
“You belong to me. All of you.” Deck’s finger slipped from me and he grabbed my other hip and thrust with more force.
I arched my back into his assault. Wanting it harder. Needing this, the pain and pleasure swirling around me. I wanted to beg him to touch me. To grab his hand and make him touch me until I came.
“Shh,” Deck murmured as he slowed and the waves in the water matched the rhythm. He knew what I wanted, gliding his hand down over my hips then across my abdomen and sinking beneath the water.
“Ahhh,” I moaned, the second his fingers touched me and started circling. My body jerked back against him and he stopped moving.
“Stay still!”
I nodded. Shit, I’d do anything he wanted at that moment. He waited several seconds as if to make certain I was going to do what he said, and then his finger pressed down hard on my clit and a jolt went straight through me. He did this several times then started moving inside me again, his cock so deep it was near painful when he jerked his hips forward.
“No one takes you from me.”
He growled the words in my ear, but I wasn’t sure if he was saying it more to himself than me. My breath hitched as his finger moved faster, back and forth, every muscle tightening. He wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me even closer to him.
My body screamed in pleasure as tingles and a brilliance of fireworks shot through me. His arm tightened and he thrust. Once. Twice. Three times and then he groaned low and shuddered around me.
The waves slowed as we remained still, me on my knees, him behind, holding me close. I’d never felt so—whole. Deck brought me back from the numbness and the lies and made me feel alive.
I put my hand back and slid it down his leg beneath the water. He kissed the back of my neck then sprinkled my spine with tiny kisses, which were sweet and seductive. Then without a word, he picked me up in his arms and carried me into the house.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and he had yet to look at me. It wasn’t until he tossed me on the bed and stared down at me that I got a look at his face. His eyes were warm and filled with softness. The hard lines on his face were gone and his lips relaxed, and it made me want to kiss him even more than I already did.
I reached up.
Deck knelt on the bed and straddled me.
Then he kissed me and I was lost to the most soul-touching kiss a woman could ever have. It was filled with years of need and want and never being able to take. It was him and me finding our peace together. It was our demons being joined and burned to ash.
It was his promise of tomorrow and demand of today and every day after.