Light Me Up

by Cherrie Lynn

Finally, he brought his mouth to her. He sucked her deep and fluttered his tongue over her clit in the way that drove her absolutely batshit crazy. It pulled that fucking sound out of her throat, the one he’d mentioned, the vibrating note she would never be able to produce in ordinary circumstances. She tightened all over and exploded, her entire body gripped with racking pleasure. At the peak, he slid two fingers inside her, manipulating the spot that brought whole new layers of sensation, prolonging her climax until it wrung everything out of her. Every bit of worry and guilt—gone in an instant. It would come back later, but at the moment, her mind was blank and her heart and body ruled. And those? They were his property.

  In her post-coital delirium, she found herself being tugged from the couch. “Come to me, baby,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms and settling her—oh, yes—right over the head of his hard cock. The stretch of him burned deep and squeezed a few remaining whimpers from her. Her internal muscles still clenched weakly from the strength of her orgasm, gripping him, and he groaned as she took him fully.

  Candace hoped he had room to work, because she was nothing but a limp rag doll draped over him. But those colorful, rock-hard arms went around her, lifting her so he could position her better between his hips and the couch. She did manage to lift her elbows to the cushions to help him out and give herself a little more support.

  He moved, slowly drawing out, holding still, then pushing back in even more slowly. She groaned in ecstasy, her body reawakening for him. He didn’t look away from her eyes. It was glorious. Perfection. It was everything she wanted for the rest of her life. “Kiss me,” she pleaded softly, and he couldn’t move forward to claim her mouth fast enough. His tongue took up the same slow rhythm of his lovemaking, in and out, pause, in again, swirl. The slight rotation of his hips made his piercing rub all her sweetest spots.

  “Candace,” he whispered against her lips. Fullness welled in her chest, threatening to build up behind her eyes. Her arms would around him and he lifted her up, holding her close as he continued the same agonizingly slow pace.

  She’d thought nothing would ever compare to the scary, explosive wildness she’d felt when they first got together. More than once, she’d thought that surely something that strong and volatile would burn itself out with time. To an extent, that part had, but she hadn’t expected what replaced it to be even stronger. Steadier. Sometimes even scarier.

  “I swear to God you were made for me,” he said. She sank her fingers into his hair, pressing her cheek tight to his clean-shaven one. The spice of his aftershave intoxicated her.

  “I was.” It had to be true. Every part of him stimulated just the right parts of her, both physically and emotionally. From the slow, wet slide of him between her legs to his hard chest rubbing her nipples to the words he spoke and the soft pant of his breath in her ear. She ran her fingers over his biceps, watching the progression of her fingertips over his beautiful ink, smiling a little when goose bumps rose on his skin.

  “So good,” he groaned. She rotated her hips on him, pushing another sexy growl from his throat. His hands slid down her back to her ass, cupping her firmly and kneading. “I think I made a promise I have to keep, though.”

  Like you’re unbreakable. Yes, he had. The problem with being with Brian—and damn, wasn’t it a good problem to have—was that she never could decide on how she wanted him. Slow was incredible until he suggested fast. Fast was awesome until he slowed and, oh yeah, ecstasy ensued. It was all good, so damn good.

  He managed to climb to his feet with her still clinging to him, laughing when he almost dropped her. Holding her ass, he carried her to their bedroom, still buried inside her. Once he’d laid her across the bed, though, he pulled out and urged her onto her stomach. Grasping her hips, he hauled her up on all fours.

  “Bring me that sweet ass,” he said, voice somewhere between commanding and cajoling.

  “Oh, God,” she sighed, thrusting back toward him. His hand smoothed up the back of her thigh and over the upraised curve of her cheek. Then the tip of his finger trailed down her cleft, dragging through the shocking amount of wetness he’d drawn from her. Was he going to…? She arched her back and wriggled her knees farther apart, now fired with the need to tempt him.

  “Mmm,” he said, sliding two fingers deep and hard into her melting center. Again, she was caught between the disappointment that he passed up her anus and the bliss he invoked with his caresses. She turned her face into the mattress and whimpered. Slowly he fucked her with his fingers, rubbing his other hand over the cheeks of her ass. “Beautiful.” Knowing he watched her clenching pussy accept his fingers only made her that much hotter. Her face flamed. But she couldn’t take much more of this, she needed something faster and more punishing than that gentle rhythm.

  She was opening her mouth to ask him for it when she felt him shifting behind her, and giddiness welled in her chest. Yes, yes, do it, baby. Her breath hitched at the suddenness at which his fingers disappeared from inside her. Hard thighs came between hers and he kneed her legs wider apart, his hands grasping her hips and jerking them even higher, to his groin. The hot, heavy length of his cock rubbed on her backside, and then he drew it back, positioning it for entry. The broad head with its smooth ball at the tip rubbed through the slick, needy heat between her legs.

  It was all she could do not to push back on him. Desperate, she did try, but his grip on her wouldn’t allow it. He held the reins here, holding her steady and absolutely still as he slid inside, inch by torturously slow inch. Her body welcomed him, gripping his intruding length, craving more of it. Everything he had. His breathing grew harsh, pleasure curses tumbling from his mouth. His fingers bit hard enough to bruise her tender flesh.

  Once he rested deep inside her, unmoving, his hands released their death grip and wandered gently over her the small of her back, her ass, down her thighs. Then his thumbs came to rest near the place of their joining, and he pulled her labia apart. “Jesus,” he murmured. “I wish you could see what I’m seeing right now.” She tried to twist back to look at him. He was gazing down, watching as he withdrew from her as slowly as he’d entered.

  The friction sent tingles to every nerve ending in her body. She wished she could see too. See herself stretched around his retreating girth. As he pulled out, his cock would shimmer with remnants of her clinging moisture in the lamp light, the evidence of her building need for him. She bit down on a bent knuckle to keep from begging…begging…for what, she didn’t know. To make her not love him so fucking much it would kill her? To make her love him until it did?

  He was content to draw it out, to keep his strokes so slow and deliberate she could feel everything. His piercing massaging her G-spot in just the right way. His broad base stretching her until she couldn’t breathe. Slow, it was too slow. She wouldn’t get off like this; she would only hover at the precipice and ache until she was wrenched in two.

  Frantically, she reached back to grab his hip in a fruitless effort to urge him to move faster. “Please, make me come.”

  He ignored her pathetic pleading. “That hitting your sweet spot, baby?”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  “So fucking good. Play with your clit, Candace.”

  She wouldn’t survive it, but damn if she wasn’t going to try. When her fingers slid down and found her wet, swollen nub, it was so sensitive she uttered a little cry at the tiny orgasmic shudder that rippled through her just from touching it. Brian must have felt it too. He growled. “Do it, baby, rub it. I’m gonna fuck you long and hard, and I want you to come so hard you’ll think you’re broken.”

  Only if he’d be there to put her back together again. Yes. Her fingers began to move in earnest, wringing a cry from her lips as they drew out the waiting orgasm. He waited until she was coming down to pick up his pace, giving her what he’d promised. Slow, but hard. A long, leisurely pull-out, a rough shove back in. So hard she bit her knuckle again.

  “Faster,” she said around her clenched teeth.
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br />   His hand came down on her right cheek with a stinging smack she felt all the way to her pussy, but he didn’t speed up. Gasping, she pushed her hips back at him, disrupting his rhythm on purpose so he would do it again. And he did. She cursed at the effect the tingling remnants of the strike had on her overly sensitive body. Dammit, her legs were giving out, and as much as she loved it like this, she wanted to hold him. See him.

  “You want it faster?” he murmured near her ear.

  “Yes!” she cried. He hands roamed up to massage her breasts and pluck the rings in her nipples until she moaned.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Fuck. Yes!”

  Instead of giving her what she was ready to scream for, he pulled out. When she looked back, he held his cock in his hands, his beautiful blue eyes heavy-lidded and every muscle defined in his taut abdomen. The color of his ink stood out from his flushed skin, lamp light glinted from his silver piercings, and with his messy black hair he was the most fucking gorgeous thing she’d ever seen. Without his having to ask, she turned and attacked him, shoving him back and circling the head of his dick with her tongue, paying special attention to the silver balls at the head that brought her so much pleasure. Tasting herself there.

  “If you won’t give it to me the way I want it,” she told him, pulling back to look up the length of his body, “I’ll take it.”

  He grabbed her under the arms and hauled her up his body. “Do your worst,” he said challengingly. Scrambling over him, she slid back home, taking him deep to fill her aching emptiness and churning her hips to find her favorite angle. Once she had it, she lifted slowly, dropped fast. And faster. And faster. Bliss unfurled. Engulfed her. Her muscles began to tighten deliciously, that note only he could invoke from her building in her throat. Just as she began to give in to it, he rolled her beneath him, pinning her wrists to the mattress, holding still.

  “No!” she cried, writing to keep up that heavenly rhythm, caught on the edge of absolute madness. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pumped against him, but couldn’t get enough momentum to coax that blessed release any closer. The liquid ache pooled in her belly and he wouldn’t agitate it. She writhed in desperation.

  “Shh,” he soothed with a crooked little smile, and she wanted to smack him.

  “Brian, please, please.”

  “That’s real sweet. I like that.”

  “Yeah? I like orgasms. I want to have this one.”

  At that, he left her. Left her. She opened her mouth to deliver a tirade that would’ve made him proud, but when she saw what he was doing, she clamped down on it and repressed a whimper. Their toy box was under the bed; he went down on the floor to rummage through it and came back with her favorite vibrator. And lubricant. Anticipation and no small amount of anxiety sparked in her belly, ratcheting up her arousal tenfold, if that were even possible.

  “You want it, baby?” he whispered, taking a moment to lean down and brush his lips across hers. She nodded, and closed her eyes. “Turn over for me.” Once she obeyed, she simply lay there and watched him, trying to keep breathing. He removed his piercing—it would be too much for her—and rolled on a condom. She resisted the urge to slip her hand between her body and the mattress, to get off this one impending orgasm that loomed over her…

  He moved behind her and she lifted her hips for him. For several luxurious minutes, he stroked her, caressed her, brought her back to those amazing heights. He fit two fingers in her pussy, stroking her until she shivered and undulated, dying to be filled with something bigger. As those delectable caresses went on, she suddenly felt the gentle probe of another finger at her anus.

  It had taken a while for her to enjoy this. He didn’t ask for it often—mainly when he was feeling on edge or possessive and needed her in every way. And she’d always trusted him not to take more than she could give. Now, as his lubed finger gained entry to that passage and he buried it to his knuckle, bliss overwhelmed her.

  “Ohhhh, yes,” she sighed.

  “Christ, do you know what you do to me?”

  If it was the same thing he did to her, then yeah, she had a pretty good idea. When he removed his fingers from her pussy and focused on her ass, she clenched the comforter with both hands, holding absolutely still and absorbing the sensation. He snugged two fingers inside her, gently stretching her.

  “Ready for me?” he murmured in her ear.

  “Yessss,” she hissed. His hands left her, and a moment later she heard the vibrator buzz on.

  “Turn over.”

  She obeyed readily, comforted with knowing he would be able to see her face while he took her this way. And vice versa. He gave her the vibrator, but she didn’t dare touch her clit with it yet. She’d be done. She needed to balance that sensation with the overwhelming and initially uncomfortable fullness as he entered her.

  He sat up straight and she spread her legs over his thighs, then stroked her all over, leaning down to kiss her belly and nipples. She burned for him, ached for him, and he drew it out until she was near begging for him. By the time he prodded her rear with the thick head of his cock, whatever anxiety she’d had before had bled away into pure molten lust to have him in every way possible.

  It always reminded her of losing her virginity. Overwhelming. Impossible. Incredible. He stretched her to her very limits as she clawed at his arms, cried his name. Just when it was at the edge of unbearable, she lay the vibrator on her clit, her over-sensitized body nearly wrenching off the bed with the sensation.

  “Sweet baby,” he groaned, pulling back and causing her to damn near black out with pleasure. “Don’t come yet.”

  “Please hurry, I can’t wait long…”

  “I know, I know.” Slowly, gently, he began to fuck her. She rolled the vibrator around her clit, teasing it, knowing he watched every move. When she slipped a little too close to her climax, she moved it away. His hands roamed up her arms, covered her breasts, stroked her nipples with his thumbs. “Goddamn, you are fucking exquisite. I love you.”

  The point of no return was seconds away. “I love you…Brian…I’m about to…”

  “I got you, babe.” He withdrew and took the vibrator from her, tossing it aside. Then he stripped the condom and fell on her, shoving into her with a groan that made her heart skip a beat. And he gave her just what she needed. With the strength he couldn’t use to fuck her ass, he plundered her wetness over and over, like he promised, like she was unbreakable, lifting his head to stare into her eyes when her cries began to reach a crescendo. Their neighbors probably fucking hated them.

  “Come with me, baby,” she begged him, needing that oneness with him, not wanting to go through that shattering pleasure alone.

  “I’m with you,” he rasped, eyelids falling closed and his rhythm faltering as she felt him jerk inside her and bathe her inner tissues with his come. “Oh, fuck.” If she hadn’t been there already, the sights and sounds of his pleasure alone might have sent her over. Her body milked him, worshiped him, squeezed every last drop from him as he finally gifted her with the climax he’d been denying her. It rolled her under, wave after wave, leaving her spent and trembling and clinging to him helplessly once it receded.

  Their breaths rasped in unison. Somewhere she felt a pulse pounding, but couldn’t tell where it originated or if it was his or hers. Both together? She wouldn’t be surprised, they were so in sync in every other way. His weight was heavy on her but she wouldn’t have let him go yet if he dared to move.

  She might have passed out for a minute. Before she realized it, he was kissing her. Teasing her lips with just the tip of his tongue, rubbing his mouth sensuously across hers. Slow and sexy and enough to make her body take interest again even though she was damn near exhausted from coming so hard. Gently, he pulled out and rolled to his side, keeping her tight against his chest, her leg still draped over his hip.

  There was no safer place in the world than right here.

  Just as she thought he might be falling asleep, his e
yes opened. There she saw the satiation that only comes from great sex, and it made her smile. Yet again, she was right there with him.

  “Love you,” she whispered. No, she really couldn’t tell him enough.

  He stroked her hair, smirking a little, and she could only imagine what her updo must look like by now. “Love you too.”

  “When do I get to see my drawing?”

  “Oh, buttering me up. I see how it is. You’ll see it when it’s done.”

  She pouted at him. “You’re usually faster than that.”

  “This one needs to be extra special. Gotta give it all my mojo.”

  “Oh yeah? Did you draw me bigger boobs?” As he laughed, she gave him a little pinch on the pec. “I’m going to have a set of double-D’s, aren’t I? I hope you wouldn’t give me a bigger ass.”

  “Baby, your luscious ass is perfect, and I wouldn’t change your A-cup for the world.”

  “B-cup, thank you very much,” she huffed in mock indignation.

  “Oh! My bad. I don’t know about these things, you know.” He circled her nipple with the tip of his finger, making her shiver happily.

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

  His teasing fingertip moved up to lift her chin, making her look him in the eyes. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you. You know that, right?”

  Candace nodded. “I know. I do.”

  “Are you happy with the way things are?”

  “Incredibly.”

  “You seem to be. Is there anything at all you would change?”

  She opened her mouth only to quickly close it again. Communication, her mom had said. It should be easy with him, and it usually was; she’d always felt like she could tell him anything. But her heart rate kicked up and her mouth ran dry. There was so much riding on this, and the last thing she wanted was to put pressure on him. He had enough dealing with his business and his own family without throwing hers into the mix. She wanted to be his refuge from the storms, not the cause. She wanted to be the one thing in his life he could count on to not cause him any grief or stress—because God knew she’d caused him enough in the beginning.