So I kiss him back.
He groans and sucks on my bottom lip until my thighs start to shake.
“You asked for it,” he says in a tone that makes my panties wet.
I certainly did.
55
Ax
I have her where I want her. We’ve dispensed with our clothing and lay looking at one another. Sabrina is a fantasy come to life. Thighs spread, legs hooked around my waist, body splayed out before me. By looking into her eyes, I can tell she wants this as much as I do.
How can I make her admit it? Not just in the bedroom, but out of it?
I decide to take my time, to cherish this moment with her. When I fucked her in the kitchen the other morning, it was a quick and brutal thing. No less hot, but not long enough to savor. Now that she’s in my room, in my bed, she won’t be getting away as quickly or as easily.
If I can’t make her admit she needs me in her life, at least I can admit her body needs mine to feel how it ought to.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?” Her hair is like summer wheat spread over my pillow, her blue-green eyes filled with a craving I want badly to fulfill.
Cupping her face, I make love to her mouth, licking her lips, teasing her tongue, making her squirm beneath me. Sabrina has always been so responsive, so passionate. So fucking perfect for me.
“Do you want me?” I whisper into her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers, a blush staining her cheeks. Despite all she’s been through, Sabrina maintains an air of innocence that’s thoroughly charming. It also makes it incredibly fucking hot when she admits how much she needs me.
“Where do you want me?”
Taking one of my hands in hers, she guides it slowly down her body until I can feel how hot she is. Sabrina places my hand atop her pussy, and I let out a vicious groan. God, she turns me on so much, it’s hard not to plunge into her and never stop.
Instead, I slip one finger into her tight heat. Her eyes close, and she lets out a gasp that makes my skin start to tingle. “This is where you want me?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. “Please.”
I smile, then work my finger back and forth, feeling her moisture. Removing my finger, I slip it into my mouth and let out a moan which is echoed by Sabrina who watches me with hungry eyes.
“I’m going to taste you,” I say, and she nods, licking her lips. Fuck, my dick is throbbing. Kissing my way down to her core, I spread it open to admire its perfection. When I taste her, I think I might explode without even being inside her.
She’s sweet like honey but flavored with something uniquely hers. I’ve never tasted anything like it. Instantly addictive, I idly wonder how long I could realistically do this before she dies of pleasure and I’m forced to stop.
“Oh, Ax,” she murmurs, and I grip her thighs to pull her closer, wanting to own every part of her, lick up every drop of her. “It feels so good. Don’t ever stop.”
I couldn’t if you paid me. My tongue finds her sensitive clit and begins to lick it, circling it, and finally sucking it into my mouth, causing her hips to buck up off the bed. I hold her tight, forcing her to accept my onslaught, and before long she’s shaking, on the edge of orgasm.
“Come for me,” I growl against her clit, then suck while inserting a finger inside her tight pussy. Her legs lock around my head, and she reaches her climax with a powerful cry.
I sit back, licking the remnants of her essence off my lips. Her eyes are closed, her breathing heavy, her perfect breasts rising and falling, making tempting twin targets.
Covering her with my body, I start to lavish attention on her tits, licking and sucking with abandon. She runs her fingers through my hair, then grips my shoulders, squeezing as she thrashes below me. I can tell she wants more, but I’m drawing things out, ramping up the anticipation.
“Ax, please,” she mewls after another minute of torture. “I want you.”
“Yes, darlin’, I know. And you’re going to get me, don’t worry.”
Her hips grind against mine, and I groan but continue to deny her. It’s become a point of pride, to see if I can make her beg me.
When I still refuse to enter her, her eyes narrow, her face flushing with anger. Suddenly she’s pushing against my shoulder. I think I’ve done something wrong and expect her to climb out of bed, so I allow her to move me. Instead of fleeing, she rolls me over and straddles me.
“You’re always trying to control the situation,” she says, rubbing her soft skin over my hard body. “Well, this time I’m going to be in charge, and you’re going to see how it feels.”
I laugh. “Is that right?”
“Yes, it is. By the end of it, you’ll be the one begging.”
I fix her with a wicked smile, but inside a thread of anxiety is working its way into my belly. I want Sabrina, bad. She might be able to make me beg. But it’s going to be a hell of a ride getting there.
She leans over to kiss me, and it’s both sweet and seductive. When I move to deepen the kiss, she moves back, hovering inches above me and breaking contact with my lips. She comes in closer and kisses me softly again, but when I move in to claim her lips, she again slips backward.
When she comes close again, she licks the seam of my lips and makes me groan. At the same time, she slides her wet pussy against my hard cock until I feel like I’m going to come without even getting close to fucking her. Goddamn.
She kisses her way across my jaw and then licks my neck, working her way down to tease my nipples with her tongue, just enough to make me needy. Then she’s sliding lower until I feel her slip my aching shaft into her mouth.
Fuck, there’s no way I can hold out against her mouth for long. That sweet tongue, those soft lips, it’s like she’s custom made for my destruction. Maybe she’s right. Maybe I will beg.
Maybe I should have been begging for years now.
“Sabrina, honey, it feels too good,” I warn. “If you don’t stop now, you’re going to end up with more than you bargained for.”
She lifts her head and pins me with a feral smile. “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
She laughs, moving back to straddle me again. “I’ll let you have that one, but only because I know you’ll be forced to beg once I do this.”
Gripping my cock in both hands, she rubs it back and forth along her wet slit. I bite my lip to hold back a groan. I know she’s teasing me, trying to push me over the edge. Wasn’t I the one who wanted to make her admit that she needed me? How has she turned the tables so quickly?
With a mischievous grin, she finally slides down onto my cock until I’m lodged to the hilt. This is what heaven feels like, I imagine. Nothing has ever felt as good as the wet heat that hugs me now.
When Sabrina begins to move, I know that I’m lost. But I don’t want to reach the summit alone. I grind my teeth as she grinds her body against mine, squeezing me in a way that drives me out of my mind.
“What do you want, baby?” she coos at me, clearly relishing her newfound position of power.
Gripping her hips, I drive up into her. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
She smiles, gripping her breasts and holding them out to me like an offering. “How badly do you want me?”
“So fucking bad,” I murmur, then let out a groan when she slows down her pace to tease me in the worst and best way.
“Bad enough to beg?”
I burn her with my gaze, considering whether to give in or fight back. Looking into her eyes, so like the storm-tossed seas, I realize that our coupling is a metaphor for our entire situation. A fiery power struggle that I insist upon winning.
Maybe I’ve been looking at this all wrong. Maybe instead of insisting on her surrender, I should consider giving up control. Sabrina would never abuse her power. I trust her implicitly. Then why am I so afraid to show her that?
She continues to move, creating the most delicious friction that has me on the edge of climaxing a doze
n times. I know I can’t hold out much longer, and by the looks of her, she won’t be able to either. But she isn’t going to give up, and I understand now that I don’t want her to.
I want to give in, give her what she wants, anything she wants.
I want Sabrina to know that I’ll do whatever it takes because she’s worth it. Worth every goddamn shitty thing that’s happened to me in these last ten miserable years.
“Please,” I groan at last, unable to stop myself.
She smiles, an impish smile more adorable than devilish. “What did you say?”
“Please, Sabrina,” I pant. “I want you. I need you. Please!”
Without hesitation, she falls into a rhythm that takes me right to my peak in less than ten seconds. “I’m coming,” I say, my body stiffening as pleasure rushes up my cock and explodes inside her.
As I reach my climax, I see Sabrina start to slide into hers. I grip her hips for dear life and continue thrusting, wanting her orgasm to be just as powerful as mine. At last, she collapses in a heap on top of me.
When I finally come out of the haze of ecstasy, I snuggle her into the crook of my arm and brush the hair back from her face. She nuzzles at my neck, letting out a cute little sigh of contentment.
This is the feeling I want every day. Sure, I want the incredible high of coming with Sabrina, my perfect erotic fantasy, but perhaps, even more, I want to hold her afterward. To breathe the same air. To feel her heartbeat next to mine.
I pray to God she wants that too.
“You’re right,” I whisper after a moment.
“About what?”
“I can’t bully my way into your heart. And it’s not up to me to dictate the terms of our relationship. I’ve been an asshole, and I apologize.”
Sabrina lifts her head and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Who are you and what have you done with Alexander Craven?”
I let out a chuckle. “Sabrina, none of the bullshit of the past means anything, and even our current situation doesn’t matter. What matters is how I feel about you, and how I make you feel. What matters is our daughter. Our family. And I’ll do anything I can to put that family first. Even if it means giving up control.”
“Ax,” she says, her voice soft. “I know you mean well, but—”
“This isn’t about ‘meaning well.’” This is about a future I want more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Even as I’m thinking the words, I find it hard to say them.
Although I’ve wanted Sabrina since school, I’ve never said the words that solidify what I feel for her. Can I say them now? Would they make a difference?
And what if she doesn’t feel the same way? I’m dangling over the edge of a precipice as it is. If Sabrina tells me she doesn’t return my affections, I’ll slide over the cliff into despair quicker than shit off a shovel.
“I know I’ve fucked up. I’m willing to admit that. But I’m not the only one who’s made mistakes here. Let’s do things differently moving forward. I promise not to make unreasonable demands if you promise to give me a chance.”
Sabrina’s smile has a tinge of melancholy that makes my heart shrivel in my chest. She sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed, leaning down to retrieve her clothing and start the process of dressing. “Ax, I’m not sure what you’re asking.”
“I want to try and be a family. You, me, and our daughter.”
She turns over her shoulder to look at me, and I’m struck by how beautiful she is in the dim glow of the lamp. There’s a haunting quality about her, as if, although she’s sitting beside me now, she’s already halfway gone.
“I won’t keep you from your daughter. It’s not fair to you or to her. But if you do something stupid, if you put her in danger again, I’ll make sure you don’t get another chance. Do you hear me?”
I nod. “Of course.”
Standing, she lets out a sigh. “As for being a family, I’m—I’m not sure.”
“All I want is a chance to prove myself.”
“We’ve both had plenty of chances. Maybe if we were meant to be together, we already would be.”
“Don’t say that,” I say, my tone coming out harder than I intended. Standing up, I pull on my boxer briefs and place my hands on my hips. If I’m not careful, I’ll grab her and make love to her again, until she’s unable to say no.
But that’s not what she wants. She wants love on her own terms.
“I understand your hesitation,” I say, my voice softer. Approaching her like a skittish horse, I make my movement slow and deliberate. “But you need to understand my commitment. This isn’t something I’m going to give up on.”
I’m standing before her, staring down, filling my gaze with all the emotion that’s swirling inside me.
Sabrina swallows, then looks away, blinking. “Give me some time to think about things,” she says, so softly it’s barely above a whisper. “Please.”
Nodding, I pull her into an embrace. I can’t help it. I need to feel her body against mine. After a few moments, she pulls away and heads toward the door.
“Goodnight, Ax.” She opens the door and steps into the hall.
“Goodnight, Sabrina.”
When the door closes behind her, I tell myself it doesn’t sound like a cell door slamming, condemning me to solitary confinement for the rest of my life.
56
Sabrina
It’s just after breakfast when Lex starts to bug me about the pool. The days are getting warmer, and I can’t really blame her for wanting a swim. The Craven pool, like everything else in their world of luxury, is gorgeous.
Still, it’s a bit early, so I hold her off with the old wives’ tale of having to wait at least an hour after eating or risk getting a cramp. I settle her in with one of her favorite books and spend that hour tidying up our suite.
Most of our clothes are still in the bags I’d packed when I thought we’d hide out at Aunt Barbara’s place, so it doesn’t take long to tidy, but I move slow as molasses running uphill, my mind on other things.
I’m not sure how far to trust this “new” Ax who’s promising not to pressure me. First of all, the Ax I know is more dominant than God Himself. Does he really believe he won’t boss me around? It’s not like he’s used to being told “no.”
I have to admit, the temptation to give in to him is strong. Very strong. Especially after last night’s erotic escapade. The thought of having more nights like that, to having access to his perfect body night after night, is like stink bait to a catfish. Irresistible.
But the thought of giving it a try and failing, of having to let him go after we’ve been together as a family, that thought makes me sick to my stomach. And even worse, what effect would it have on Lex? No one wants to pull the rug out from under their child’s dreams.
I manage to locate the swimsuit I packed for Lex and pull it out. There’s a stream not far from the farm, and I figured we would go wading when the heat got too hot. Unfortunately, although I packed a suit for Lex, I can’t for the life of me find mine. It’s no wonder, as scatterbrained as I was that night.
Figuring I can dangle my feet in while Lex enjoys the water, I toss her the suit and tell her to get ready. She jumps up and is out of her clothes in a flash. When she’s in her suit, she starts to run around the room like a crazy person, practically hopping in anticipation.
I follow her down the stairs, shaking my head. Oh, to have the energy of a child again. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so exhausted all the time.
Opening the French doors to the patio, I let Lex tumble out into the sunlight. I’m surprised to find, however, that we aren’t alone.
Leigh is sunning herself on a lounge chair wearing a tiny metallic bikini that’s got about as much fabric as a handkerchief. She slides her designer sunglasses down her nose to watch us as we approach.
“Hello, ladies. Headed into the pool?”
“I am,” Lex shouts, raising her hand like she’s answering a question at school.
“And you?” Leigh
pins me with her gaze while her face broadcasts disinterest. It’s a complex look, and I wonder how skilled she is at controlling her expression. Can she school her face into any emotion she likes? Maybe. She’d certainly kept her wrath hidden from me. I can’t stop thinking about the tongue lashing she gave Chuck. If I wasn’t already walking on eggshells around her, I am now for sure.
“Forgot to pack a suit,” I say, keeping my tone breezy. “So I’ll just play lifeguard.”
“No need.” Stretching her lithe limbs, she straightens and heads toward the house. “We can fix this in two shakes.”
“Uh, you don’t have to—”
She just keeps walking, disappearing into the house. I’m already worried about what’s coming.
Lex starts down the steps into the pool, gingerly slipping her feet into the water. “It’s warm, Mom.”
“Thank the Lord the sun is out.” As she pushes her way into the water, I move down to the first step, soaking my feet in the water. Lex is right, it is warm, but just barely warmer than the air around us.
My daughter is like a sleek otter in the water, rolling and flipping and floating, all with a huge smile on her face. She’s always loved to swim, even when she was still a baby. “Mom, it’s so nice,” she says with a giggle.
“I can tell, baby.”
She’s floating on her back, idly kicking, when she perks up and starts to wave her hand at the sky. “Hi, Daddy! Hi, Grandpa!”
I turn toward the house, looking up and shading my eyes from the glare of the sun. There’s a balcony on the second story and Ax and Mr. Craven stand at the banister, looking down at us.
Ax starts to wave, a goofy grin covering his face. That expression goes straight to my insides, making me tingle. Then the two of them disappear.
The French door swings open and out strolls Leigh. She tosses a ball of fabric at me. “Put that on.”
Unrolling the white fabric, I’m not sure what I’m holding. My brow furrows. It looks like it’s made entirely out of straps. “I wasn’t planning on getting in all the way.”
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