Page 43 of Resurgent
Chapter Twelve
Liam
If the drug cartel bursts through the door right now and kills me, I’ll die a happy man. Fuck. This woman. This beautiful, passionate, smart-mouthed, stubborn, wicked woman… She does things to me no one has ever done to me before…makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Watching her ass slowly turn from white to pink to a gorgeous red as she wiggled provocatively, egging me on in that impish way of hers. Feeling her come on my hand, hearing her little mews of pleasure, watching her thighs quiver with the impending release.
Memories of her coming on my hand will be enough to carry me through whatever lies ahead for me in the next few months. And her ass! My God, spanking her ass—and how she’d got off on it, just like I’d known she would—had almost made me come all over her sweet, reddened little bottom. But I want more.
Tonight, I want her full submission. I want to strip her bare of her illusions of control and peel back every layer to unearth the wild woman at her core—the one that craves to let it all go. And I want to give her passion beyond her wildest dreams. I want to be the one she never forgets, no matter what happens after this.
She’s amazing. I’ve never met a woman so brave. She was obviously uncomfortable, and maybe even a little scared to do as I asked, but despite all her list making and protests, she gave me her trust unequivocally, and it was the biggest fucking aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Of course she hadn’t give up control easily. I would have been disappointed if she did. I grin at the little “oh!” she utters as I give her ass a pinch. The night—and her submission to me—is just beginning.
I don’t stop stroking her sweet pussy. She’s still spread open to me, my feet between hers keeping her stance wide enough for unrestrained access, and her thighs are still quivering from the orgasm that just ripped through her body. But I’m just getting started. I intend to make her come until she’s limp and begging for mercy.
I feel her G-spot grow larger and firmer as I stroke it with my fingers while my palm slides up and down over her clit. She wiggles violently. “I… What… Oh my God… I can’t…” There’s real fear in her voice, and I realize that for a girl like Charlotte, giving in to the loss of control that comes with a G-spot orgasm is probably hard.Luckily for her,I think with a smile at the sight of her hands bound at the small of her back,she doesn’t have a choice.
“Shh. Relax. Let go. Come for me, baby.” I continue driving into her, the force of my fingers in her pussy actually pushing the table an inch across the red-tiled floor until I sense her losing the control she’s been fighting to hold on to. Which is exactly what I want. Her words have become intelligible, just cries of desire. When I can tell she’s close, I tilt my hand slightly away from her clit and press, waiting for her to come undone in the most primitive and uninhibited way a woman can. With a scream that rivals the sounds from the nearby jungle, she squirts, fluid arcing from between her splayed legs to splash on the floor.
“Oh my God. What was that?”
I stroke my hands reassuringly over the curve of her back, as I chuckle softly. “You squirted. Perfectly normal.”
“There was nothing remotely normal about that,” she says, still breathless, but I can hear the smile in her voice. With firm hands, I massage her ass cheeks, spreading them open in the process. She lifts her head, her fingers flexing uselessly as she struggles to move her bound arms.
“Liam. I—”
“Shh.” I stroke her hair and her skin slowly I guide my cock into her dripping pussy.
“Ooh.” It’s an exhalation of relief as much as pleasure.
I slowly slide my cock in and out of her, setting a leisurely pace. With each fuckstroke, the tip of my cock rubs her still sensitive G-spot as the pressure builds in her again. I move with deliberate slowness, pacing it just enough to keep her on the brink of another orgasm, but not enough to push her over the edge.
“Liam, will you fuck me for God’s sake…” Her voice is husky and tinged with desperate need.
“Just trying to follow your instructions,” I drawl. “You did say you wanted to take it slow.”
Mindless with need, she does what she does best—she tries to take control of the situation. Using the only leverage she has—her legs—she pushes back against me, trying to force me deeper, faster. Holding her hips, I kick her feet out from under her and yank her back against me hard enough to make her gasp. Completely in control, I continue with a slow and steady pace until her need crescendos to a point where I know she can’t take it too much longer. And to be honest, neither can I. I want to make it last as long as possible, but she’s making it damn near impossible.
I gather her hair into a ponytail in my hand and pull her up to a standing position, turning her to face me. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted, and there’s a thin sheen of sweat just above her upper lip. Slowly, I run my tongue along the salty sweetness. As much as I love watching her ass move and wiggle, and as much as I love keeping her off balance and at the mercy of whatever pace and depth I decide, I want to see her face. I want to see her eyes half closed, and that ghost of a smile right before she comes.
Her eyes widen, then darken as I lead her out to the terrace. There’s no chance anyone will see us—we’re at the edge of the resort, and there’s nothing but black jungle beyond the balcony—but I like the little flare of panic that flashes in her eyes as she looks around. I suppress a smile at her sense of exposure, and the realization that everything that’s happening is beyond her control, which judging by her erect nipples, flushed face, and sheen of wetness between her thighs, is exactly what she wants.
I sit down on one of the cushioned chairs and turn her so she’s facing me, I pull her onto my lap. She’s straddling me now, her wet and dripping pussy pressing against me, my rock-hard cock nestled between her lips. She moves her hips automatically, grinding against my hardness as she makes those needy little noises I’m coming to love.
I pull her toward me. Our lips touch. Part. An exhalation of coming home as we breathe life and fire and love into each other. We pull apart, staring into the others eyes, and then we both slowly smile.
With a knowing look, she tosses her head and arches her back, daring me to capture the tight little buds that are begging for my attention. I grab one between my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently as my mouth closes over the other, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue presses against the hardened little nub, pressing it to the roof of my mouth as I flick the tip. She groans and wiggles in my lap, her juices now flowing over my cock, making us both wet and slippery.
Lifting her hips slightly, I pull her onto me just enough so that the tip of me parts her lips, so I’m nestled at her wet opening.
“Untie my hands!” There’s a breathless urgency in her husky voice.
“So you can take over? I don’t think so.” I grasp her nipple between my teeth and tug as I lower her another inch, sliding a little deeper into her heat. I know the restraint, the complete vulnerability makes her even wetter.
With a moan, she throws her head back. I hold her there, giving her a minute to feel helpless, to feel my cock stretching her, to feel the emptiness that only I can fill. Then, inch by inch, I guide her all the way down until I’m fully sheathed in her velvet heat, filling her so completely that she can feel each twitch and pulse of my cock.
“I won’t take over. I promise. I’ve learned my lesson.” I pinch her nipple and her sweet little pussy throbs in response, squeezing my cock. This time it’s my turn to groan. Suddenly, I want to feel her hands on me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she convulses around me, her fingers threaded in my hair as she holds on for dear life.
With her resting in my lap, impaled on my thick shaft, I reach behind her and quickly untie her hands. I hold each wrist, gently rubbing the rope indentations with my thumbs before kissing each one at that tender area on the underside where the very pulse of her heart beats.
