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As if she had received an invitation, she fucked him hard as she locked eyes with him. His pupils dilated with the black pushing away the blue-grey color she loved, and he started to close his eyes.
“Look at me,” she ordered, and he strained to keep them open.
“Can’t!” he gasped.
“You can and you will,” she declared. “You’re going to watch me fuck myself into an orgasm on your cock. How far are you?”
“Getting close.” He groaned.
“Not before I come!”
“Never.”
Kate steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder, keeping a steady pace as she impaled herself on him again and again. The other hand drifted between their bodies, slow and sure, chasing the pulse that had been building for too long to ignore. Their bodies found a quiet rhythm. Every glide drew a soft breath from her lips, every rise andfall a reminder that she was not alone in this. He was right there with her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
Pleasure crested as a deep, rolling wave that stole her voice and left only his name on a trembling exhale. She folded around him, her pussy fluttering on his hard cock, clinging to the sensation as it shimmered through her. He followed a heartbeat later, groaning against her skin, his arms tightening as if to keep them suspended in glowing aftermath.
Kate slumped on his body as she caught her breath, his cock still inside her. Chris gave a low moan as Kate continued to spasm around him.
She gathered her strength and pushed herself off him. Chris opened one eye. “Fuck, woman, I want to do that again, but I think you broke me.”
She arched her brow as she stroked one hand on his sternum and shook her head. “No, I didn’t, but I’m going to hurt you before I release you from the ropes.”
He frowned, and she removed the first clamp.
“Fuck!” he roared.
Kate pressed her hand on the nipple to alleviate the pain while she drank in his agonized expression. With sadistic anticipation she alerted him, “Here comes the next.”
His long, “No,” ended on a moan as she sucked his abused nipple into her mouth to soothe his pain.
After she untied him, Chris took care of the condom and pulled her into his arms. She needed to talk with him, but tired from the wedding, dancing, and mind-boggling sex, Kate fell into a deep slumber and didn’t wake until the next morning.
CHAPTER TWO
Kate cracked her eyes open in the bright morning sunlight. What had possessed her to leave the blinds open the previous night? But the bed was strange, and her room didn’t usually smell of male, stale cologne, and sex. She turned her head. Chris was propped on one elbow, studying her. She widened her eyes as the events of the night before rushed back. The dancing, the wedding, the sex—all tumbled through her mind, warring for supremacy. Chris was close, too close for comfort, and Kate lifted her hand to push him away. She studied his face and ended with her hand on his pectoral muscle without pushing. His light morning beard distracted her. He was usually clean-shaven, and she hadn’t known his beard hair was darker than the hair on his head. Why the hell was she thinking about the color of his hair? She should push him away. Chris leaned forward, his gaze fixed on her lips.Oh, no! Not going to happen!
Kate locked her elbow and pushed for real. “Don’t.”
Puzzlement crossed his face before his features brightened. “Worried about morning breath, Mistress Kate? Ihave spare toothbrushes in the bathroom. It’s the door across the hall. I’ll whip up some breakfast.”
Chris hopped out of bed before she could respond and sauntered to the bedroom door stark naked.
She groaned in frustration. “I should whip you.”
He halted at her statement then threw a cocky grin her way. “You did.”
Kate swore she heard him mutter, “And I liked it.”
Fuck! Impossible!
The words slid under her skin before she could stop them.
He liked it?
Heat flickered low in her belly, the echo of last night still in her muscles, in the tender ache between her thighs. She had taken control. He had let her. She had felt the shift in him, the weight of him yielding under her hands.
Her stomach tightened.
