She’d willingly relinquished control. I pulled her arms apart. “This is my body while we are together like this. You don’t get to cover it up. It’s mine to inspect, to worship, to use, to fuck. You’ve given it to me.” I trailed a finger up from her belly button to her perfectly ripe breasts, her nipples already hard and desperate for my touch. Pinching each one between my thumb and forefinger, she frowned, then tipped her head back on a gasp. “I get to do whatever I want with you.”

“Logan,” she whispered. “Don’t hurt me.” What I liked was control. To establish the balance of power. To have someone trust me to give them what we both needed. I released Darcy’s breasts and cupped her head in my hands. “All I’m going to do is make you feel good.” Pressing my lips against hers, we stood, our naked bodies brushing, her fingers trailing over my back. I pushed my tongue between her lips and began my exploration. I pulled back, desire shooting through me as I took in Darcy’s reddened lips and her mussed hair. I walked her over to the bed, my hands full of her arse, and tipped her back onto the mattress, her hair spreading out behind her as if she were underwater. Pulling her knees apart, I glanced between her thighs. She dug her fingers into my hair and sighed as if she was used to having me between her legs, worshipping her body. It shouldn’t be true, but for some reason the chemistry was easy between us. Perhaps because I’d drawn the lines of responsibility clearly in the sand, or because that was what she wanted. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her stomach and licked up between her breasts.

I grazed my teeth over her nipples and she arched, squirming beneath me. I’d bet no one had ever dared fuck this woman properly. Until now. Bracing my arms on either side of her, I kissed her, resisting the fingers she curled deliciously around my neck. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Fucking you,” I said as I slid off the mattress and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “You’ll come when I let you.” I grabbed a condom by her pillow. I tore it open and rolled the latex over my straining cock. “Hold your knees. I want to get nice and deep.” She groaned and did as I asked, displaying herself perfectly for me. “Good girl,” I grunted as I thrust into her, hard and deep. She’d have me coming in ten seconds if I didn’t calm down, if I didn’t block out how this beautiful, spirited woman was spreading her legs for me, already on the brink of orgasm because of the things I’d done to her.

After a couple of deep breaths, I pulled out and thrust back in, settling into a rhythm that was slow enough to stop me from coming, but good enough that I never wanted to stop. She gazed up at me and stroked her hand over my cheek. “This is so good,” she whispered as if she never thought it could be. “You’re so good.” She scratched her nails gently down my chest as if she was trying to encourage my orgasm back from where I’d banished it. I knew she’d never been fucked like this before. I sped up as she reached for me, but I knew her touch would have me coming and I wanted to keep fucking her. I grasped her wrists and held them over her head. Worry passed over her face. “Logan. I’m going to—Logan.” “You can come now, beautiful,” I said and watched as her orgasm tore through her, stealing strangled moans from her throat as she pulsed around my cock.

I kept my rhythm the same, determined to make her come again before I did. “Logan,” she said, her voice, breathy and desperate. “What are you doing? You. Need. To. Stop.” Her next orgasm wouldn’t take long. “No, I want you to come again. You don’t get to choose.” She opened her mouth, half-whimper, half-groan as she squirmed underneath me. I released her hands, but kept my rhythm the same as she grabbed at my chest, my arms, bucking wildly underneath me, almost fighting her orgasm, trying to keep it at bay. Heat coursed through my body as I held back my release, my jaw tightening each time her breasts shifted beneath my thrusts.

Just as I thought I couldn’t last another second, her eyes widened and she wrapped her legs around my waist—I fucked her once, twice, three times before coming like a train. Our eyes locked and all I heard were her breath, her moans, her sighs as she floated back down to earth. Perfection surrounded me. Panting, I couldn’t tear my gaze from hers; I wanted to sustain this moment of complete perfection and pleasure. Still fighting for breath, she trailed her fingers over my eyebrows. I laid back on the pillows to take in what had just happened. I knew she was going to tell me how she’d never come like that, let alone come twice. Or how I was the greatest fuck she’d ever had. She didn’t need to — I already knew.

Louise Bay