Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(36)

He didn’t even bother to formally wake her, but slipped between her legs and was inside her as she awoke to him pumping fast and hard in and out of her, pinning her lower body with his, his hands holding her wrists tight against her hips, determined to commit every breath to memory, in case . . . in case the unthinkable happened and he lost her.

He fucked her hard, knowing it was probably a stupid thing to do, that last night was so perfect that he shouldn’t even have thought about touching her again this morning, but he couldn’t help himself; he wanted her so badly. He would have given her just about anything to stay with him for another day, but he wouldn’t insult her by offering. She had her own life, and her business successes were one of the things he admired the most about her. He wouldn’t try to demean her by making her look or feel like some sort of high-priced call girl.

He was so intent, so concentrated, that he didn’t even noticed that she’d worked her arms free. He flinched when she reached up and put her arms around him, lifting her hips to him at the same time as she held his gaze, letting those hands wander down his back to his buttocks, which she grabbed liked she meant it and pulled towards her as she growled low in her throat, asking for more.

He had a lot more to give her. Rod leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Come when you can,” and was rewarded by a beautiful, greedy smile. A very short while later, her entire body arched, her head whipping back and forth on the pillow as she cried out, reaching up to bring him down for a wet, demanding kiss as he felt her clenching spasmodically around him.

He wasn’t through with her, continuing to ride her hard, pistoning his cock in and out of her until she’d convulsed three more times, then reaching for his own brass ring and finding it as he thrust strongly into her one last time and collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.

He started to get up soon afterwards, but she held him there, soothing him with her hands and body, until he was calmer and he insisted on rolling off her.

“I like your weight on me. It’s much better than a duvet.”

It was such a weird comparison – or was it a compliment? “Uh, thank you, I think?” he said, laughing with her.

They lay there for a short time, her head on his chest, his arm around her, with Rod wracking his brain to try to find some glib way to ask her out, or, even better, to spend next weekend with him, too, but nothing came immediately to mind.

“I had fun this weekend,” Sunny ventured cautiously. He seemed so self-possessed that she thought that, if he had wanted to ask her to stay, or to see her again, he would have done it by now. She didn’t think she had anything to lose by letting him know she’d thoroughly enjoyed herself. And she figured, if all else failed, she would call him mid week and feel him out about their getting together – perhaps for a real date this time, instead of a weekend of wild sex - or maybe a combination of the two.

She was surprised when he seemed to heave a huge sigh of relief. “You did? I’m glad.”

“You sound surprised.”

He chuckled. “Well, consider what I spent the weekend doing to you and you won’t have to wonder why.”

Sunny trailed her fingers over his stomach, and that was all it took to make him hard again, although he knew it was false advertising.

“You fed me extremely well -” she complimented.

“I fed you a ton of junk food,” he countered.

“You got me some exercise -”

“I chased you naked around the backyard, and at one point, you were worried I was going to shoot you.”

Well, when you put it that way, it really didn’t sound very good. “Not really worried,” she corrected. “I just wanted to make sure I understood the rules.”

He seemed to be very negative this morning for reasons she couldn’t fathom. Hadn’t he enjoyed their time together as much as she had? She would have bet he had before this conversation, but now she was beginning to wonder.

“I got to see my first shooting star!”

“Hmm,” he agreed noncommittally.

“Stop being such a negative Nellie!”

That got him laughing. He’d been called many things in his life by a lot of different people, but that was definitely a first.

“And,” she ventured tentatively, because she was still uncertain of its welcome at this point, “I got my first spanking.”

He hitched her up a bit so he could look into her eyes, as if gauging the truth of her words. “It was your first, really?”

“Oh yeah, and you had me pegged right from the beginning. That was something I was quite impressed about – I’ve never been called on it before.”