Power and Possession(43)

“And you feel perfect. Velvety—tight… um—that’s tight.” His concentration momentarily slipped as the extraordinary pressure on his dick electrified his senses, and without thinking he drove in more forcefully than intended. Under normal circumstances, a perfectly ordinary stroke; in this instance, the sensitive head of his dick suddenly banged into a non-resilient surface.

Rafe grunted on impact.

Nicole flinched.

Jerking back marginally, wondering if she was swollen from their earlier sex, Rafe murmured, “Sorry—need a break? Or would you rather we stop completely?” An offer he was hoping she’d refuse.

“No, no, no, no, no, no! Don’t stop!”

Her wild litany of negatives, not to mention the nail marks on his shoulders, had his dick doing the happy dance. But his brain was still functioning, and though he was pretty much with his dick on the full-steam-ahead plan, he politely gave her a last chance to refuse. “Sure?”

The heat in her eyes could have fueled a rocket to the moon. “I said don’t stop,” she hissed.

For a reckless moment he considered giving her what she wanted. But saner counsel quickly prevailed. This wasn’t his first fuck or even his thousandth; he knew better than to hurt her and blow his chances for the rest of the night. And when it came to getting what he wanted, he was a pro. “You’re first on the agenda, tiger, don’t worry. But we need to slow down. Deep breath now, okay? Then relax and let me make you feel good.” He waited for what he recognized now as her normal reaction to instructions or commands. “Come on,” he whispered, contemplating the tiny flicker of resistance in her gaze. “Guaranteed satisfaction if you do what you’re told.”

“Christ—sorry.” She let out an explosive breath. “I’m struggling here. In fact”—she paused—“it’s just that—Oh hell, forget it.”

“No, tell me.” He was halfway home in terms of sexual satisfaction, his dick midpoint in a provocatively snug pussy. He could wait a few minutes more.

She shut her eyes and grimaced.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said mildly. “So you might as well tell me.”

She frowned. “This is so stupid.”

“You know I can see you even with your eyes shut.” His smile echoed in his voice.

“Okay, okay.”

The brilliant blue of her eyes contemplated him through the lush canopy of her lashes, a faint irony visible in their depths, and he suddenly wondered if he’d be sorry he asked.

“If you must know…” She hesitated, feeling as though her brain had been taken over by aliens. Since when did she talk feelings during sex?

“Oh, what the hell,” she muttered. “I want you way too much… like an idiotic fourteen-year-old with a crush and it’s freaking me out.”

Her rush of words set his world back on track. He grinned. “Christ, I thought I was going to have to talk you out of something weird. But if you must know,” he said, mimicking her preface, “I’ve got you beat—idiot-wise… because my dick’s never been this horny. So I’m freaking out too.” He grinned. “Ready to come a few times?”

Her mouth pursed. “Are you always this cool?”

“If I was cool about you, I would have fucked you on the yacht and sent you back up on deck.” He smiled. “I didn’t.”

She smiled back. “That works out then because I’m not sure I would have gone.”

This wasn’t the time to apprise her of the broad powers his wealth allowed him. “Lucky me,” he said instead.

“And now I want to get lucky,” she said with her usual frankness. “Give me those orgasms.”

He suppressed a smile; she never asked. She told. On the other hand, he was already on board with her plan and his ego was flexible when it came to imminent orgasms. He adjusted his grip on her bottom.

She lifted her brows. “Tired of holding me? We could go upstairs.”

“I’ll let you know when I get tired. Right now, it feels pretty fucking good.”

“Yeah, no shit,” she said with a small sigh, wiggling her hips a little around his partially submerged erection. “Supergood. Tell your dick not to forget my G-spot, okay?”

He laughed so long she finally grumbled, “I just thought I’d remind you.”

He grinned. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the fuck from hell?”

“Gimme a break,” she said sweetly, like the totally hot fairy-tale princess of every man’s fantasy. “Do you get complaints?”

“So we’re irresistible?”