Summer His finger prods at that forbidden part of me and every muscle in me curls with tension. "Relax, Bird." I squeeze down on the rigid length of his dick. My Sin. He is that, and so much more. Forbidden. Out of reach. Yet so much everything I need. Am I going to allow him to do this to me? Yes. There, that is the answer. I’d gotten on the fast train to hell from the moment I’d heard that rough voice of his. No turning back now. His dick seems to lengthen, thicken, in his pants. The scent of him is overwhelming. The air saturated with his dominance, his intentions, the heat of him that burns me, invites me to cross the line. "Sin." "Summer." He reaches for the remaining butter on the silver dish and scoops it all up. I gulp, lower my gaze. My distorted reflection on the polished wood surface gapes at me. Eyes wide, nostrils flared. My mouth quivers; my nipples harden. Damn him for making me want every single thing that is wrong. This is wrong. We are wrong. This goddamn venue is a mistake. A never-ending movie on a loop, r epeated, again and again. I raise my gaze to his face. He’s watching me from under hooded eyes. "Do you want me, Bird?" I nod. "How much?" "Take me to bed, Sinner, or lose me forever." "That's from Top Gun." His brows draw down. "Did I say that? Jesus, I can't believe I am playing this your way." He glares at me. My nerve endings stretch. My skin crawls, my toes curl, and I wriggle my hips. I can't... cannot contain this craving, this yearning, this sheer carnal hunger to have him buried inside of me. "No more games, Summer. Tell me you want what I have in mind." I swallow. "Say it. Tell me ‘no.’ " "Yes." His cock leaps in my grasp. I squeeze it and a pulse beats to life at his jawline. Wow. He dips his fingers into the crease between my butt cheeks, unerringly finding my back hole. He slides one finger in. I gasp. Too full. Too much. It’s tight, but not really. It's beyond my comfort level. Enough that I want... I need... "More?" I jerk my chin.
He eases the finger inside and I swallow. He curls the finger inside and a trembling grips me. "Sin." "I’m here." He inserts another finger and my body bucks. "My God." Color sears his cheeks. "You’re so..." the tendons of his throat flex. "Beautiful, my Bird." He licks his lips and goddamn him, I sense that swipe de ep inside in the most intimate part of me. "You’re unique, exotic, one-of-a-kind, my Summer. Your every response is my salvation." His words envelop me, sink into my blood, curl in my chest, satisfying something de ep inside. Something I hadn’t acknowledged in all these years. That I’d wanted more than the physical. I'd hoped to meet someone who’d match me word for word. Who’d teach me, push my boundaries, understand why the trivia is more than sentences. More than emotions. They are images of my unsaid desires, that I can hold in the palm of my hand, relish in real life, in front of my eyes, just as he worships me. Here. Now. In this very moment, there is nothing else. Just me, him, and the pleasure he’s going to wring from my body. "Sin." "Tell me." "I want you inside me." His indigo eyes blaze. "Anything you need." He slips a third finger inside and my pussy spasms. Liquid heat drips from my core. I drag my fingers up the length of his dick, constrained by my position. I strain toward him "I want—" "I know." He pulls out his fingers and I am empty. Hollow. A shell of my former self. Ready to embrace— He pushes away the food tray, then drags my fingers down, and onto the table in front of my face. His eyes never lose their steady calmness. He’s a man close to reaching his goal. The one thing he’s sought since he’d stated his intent. My complete and utter destruction. My submission. And I’m giving it to him, willingly. "Take it." "You possess me." His voice chafes my already sensitized nerve endings. He loosens the buckle of his belt, drags down his zipper, and his cock springs free. There’s Sin... A whole lotta Sin there. And it’s all for me... At least for this instant. And after... After? Don’t go there. "What’s wrong?" He pauses, dick in hand. His fingers grasp the base of his thick length. It’s massive, veins run up its length, a drop of precum glints at the tip. Of course, I’d felt it inside me. But seeing him, naked, wanting, greedy for what I can give him... Is that right? Is it only me that he wants to claim? The others? Why am I thinking of that? Do I have a claim on him? This entire marriage thing is getting to me. I was beginning to believe my own lies. Fake it till you make it has never sounded truer. "Summer." His jaw flexes. "I.." "What do you need?" "Thought you could read my mind."
He hesitates. "I don’t want to get it wrong." "You won’t." A vein throbs at his temple; his shaft pulses. So much emotion, so many secrets all coiled up under the surface. He’s not in control. It’s all a sham. A face he shows the world. A mask he wears, and I ripped it away from him. Sensations crawl inside my chest. I am getting to know this man too well. Too quickly. Everything is happening at breakneck speed and I am powerless to stop it. He reaches down with his free hand and grips my nape. The strength of his intensity drips into my skin, and I swallow. I’ve never felt closer to anyone else, as much as I have in this instant. He draws in a de ep breath. "I can’t give you that." I bite the inside of my cheek. "I’ve always been up front about what I wanted." Have you? "I should have stopped before things got so out of hand, and for that I take the blame." Blame? What does he mean? "I’ll tell you this much. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as you. Never felt this... close to anyone else before. Never allowed anyone to see the parts of me you have." But it’s not enough. Can’t you see that? "I don’t know if I can give you my heart. Hell, I doubt that exists after everything I have done so far, but my body, it’s yours for the taking." My throat closes. This man, he could talk forever, and I could listen to him. Hell, I could orgasm, multiple times, one after the other to the timbre of his voice. I want more. What? What do I need? "How about a deal?’ "Oh?" He tilts his head. "You’ve gotta admit, you’re not exactly in any position for negotiating." He smirks. "Clever girl." "I’m learning from the master." "Damn right." He squeezes his dick from base to tip and my gaze drops to his crotch. Droplets of cum drip from the tip of his cock, which has definitely engorged further in the last few seconds. "Why, Mr. Sterling, I do believe, that you love it when I sass you." "Never denied that." He growls. "Stop dicking around, Bird, what’s your game?" "Not a game." I bite down on my lower lip and he inhales.
See? He’s definitely not as much in control as he pretends. He’s as much at a loss as I am. I draw up my shoulders, cross my fingers, "I get to take the lead in bed."