Hard Love

by Meredith Wild

  I smiled and let the garment fall, baring me to him completely.

  “You can use your tongue now. Gentl—”

  He didn’t waste another second claiming my nipple with an open-mouthed kiss. I whimpered when he drew my peak into his mouth with an ardent suck. The sensation was both pleasure and a bite of a pain.

  “Careful, Blake. They’re tender.”

  “Sorry,” he rasped, easing up just enough. “Mmm, swollen too. They had me seduced from across the room.”

  He pulled my nipple into his mouth. His tongue was like velvet over the hardened tip. I never felt his teeth. Instead he began to tease the skin around my nipple with hard sucks, decorating my breasts with a dozen tiny pink marks. Jolts of intense pleasure shot through me.

  I sifted my hands through his dark brown locks, gentler than before, guiding him to the other breast, which he lavished with the same dedicated attention as he’d given the first. Fire burned under my skin where we touched and everywhere I wanted to be touched. I was soaked. And needy. I threw my head back, giving myself over to the electric sensation of his mouth so wonderfully tormenting me.

  His willpower must have crumbled as quickly as mine. His hands crept from his sides to cup my ass, shoving me tightly against his erection. I moaned, and my hips seemed to move on their own accord. He roved over my hipbones, testing the thin black straps again.

  “No touching,” I admonished gently, gripping his forearm to still his wandering hand.

  “But it’s mine,” he ground out, sliding past the boundary of panties and deep into my wetness.

  “Ahh,” I whimpered. He massaged my clit, trailing magical circles around it before delving deeper, breaching my pussy with his fingertips. I clenched around him, wanting that… needing that.

  Yet as wonderful as that felt, a little voice reminded me of the rules I meant to enforce. I was already losing control when I’d been so determined to keep it.

  Without thinking it through, I flicked the tip of the crop against his upper chest. A flash of irritation quickly replaced the hazy lust that had regarded me seconds ago. His mood now seemed as red as the tiny trail I’d left on his pectoral. I dropped my jaw, an apology working its way from my lips when…

  “Fuck that,” he growled. Curling his fingers, he removed my panties with an unapologetic snap.

  I gasped. In a second he had me on my back. My legs spread around his unyielding frame. His hands locked my wrists tightly to my sides.

  “Blake!” I groaned in protest.

  His gaze traveled the length of me, his jaw tense. I squirmed beneath him to no avail. He was in charge. I was like someone whose firearm had been turned against him in a moment of weakness or confusion. My heart sped up at the thought of the crop being used on me, smarting my skin. I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I was as sensitive as I was wanton.

  Shit. This plan had been shot all to hell. While I wrestled with my inability to keep Blake’s controlling tendencies in check, his mouth came over my breast again. He delivered a gentle stroke with more painstaking restraint than I would have expected, considering the significant shift in his mood. He moved to the other, and then trailed his tongue down my belly, dipping briefly into my navel. He paused to kiss my scar, as he was now prone to do every chance he got. Then he was positioned between my legs, kissing and nibbling my inner thigh just above where the stocking ended.

  I closed my eyes. Oh, I loved that…

  I exhaled with a sigh.

  “I’m going to fuck you with my mouth, Erica. And you’re either going to tell me exactly how you want it, or you’re going to be begging for me make you come any way I see fit.”

  “This was not the plan, Blake.”

  “You made the rules. I’m just bending them a little bit.” He drew my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue mercilessly over the sensitive nub. He retreated enough to blow a puff of cool air against my sensitive flesh.

  Molten heat shot through me. I tensed and struggled against his hold.

  “Tell me what to do, boss.”

  I shifted my hips, frustrated but wanting relief. “Goddamnit.”

  “That’s not too descriptive. I’m waiting for my orders.”

  I lifted my head enough to glare. “Fuck you.”

  He grinned deviously and placed the lightest kiss over the flesh that throbbed for more pressure. “We’ll get to that. How about we start with what you want me to do with my tongue.”

  I dropped my head back with an exhale. “I’m not going to beg.”

  “If you want it badly enough, you’ll need to at least ask for it. Say the words, and my mouth is yours to wield.” He punctuated his statement with a lick up the seam of my pussy.

  I twisted helplessly and arched to get closer, but he pulled back. “Trust me, I can’t fucking wait to bury my face in your sweet little cunt. Talk to me, baby.”

  Fucking hell.

  “Lick me.”

  “Hmm, that’s a start,” he murmured. Then he obliged, bathing my most intimate parts in the warmth of his talented mouth. Blood pounded through my veins. At my wrists, where he held me. In my belly, where desire gnawed and grew. My thighs tightened around him, need pulsing in all the places where our skin met. Except his touch wasn’t keeping up with my need. I bucked my hips, a silent request for more.

  “Blake, just do it,” I begged. Was I begging? Goddamn.

  “Do what?”

  I threw my head to the side. “Harder.”

  He came at me with more pressure, taking me right to the edge of where I most wanted to be. But I needed just a little more.

  “Blake!”

  “You’ve got a vocabulary worthy of an Ivy League education. Fucking use it.”

  A tortured groan left me. “Touch me with your fingers.”

  He released one of my hands to drag his thumb over my clit. Pleasure slid like molasses through my veins when he repeated the journey with his tongue.

  “Inside. Push inside me.”

  “Like this?” The low hum of his words vibrated against my sex as he slid two fingers deep into my sensitive tissues.

  “Ahh,” I cried. I arched into his touch, stars forming on the edges of my vision. “Deeper,” I said breathily.

  Deeper he went, over and over, massaging the sensitive spot inside. All the while, eating me like I was his last meal. I began to tremble uncontrollably. Tensing and trying to draw him to me tighter, my whole body begged for more.

  “Oh, God… just like that.”

  His taunting brand of pleasure had given way to an all-consuming onslaught of sensations. For that I praised everything holy with the cry that tore from my lips. I struggled against his hold, but he was firm, keeping up the restraint that would only bring me higher.

  “Don’t stop.” I couldn’t hide the desperation in my voice as he coaxed me closer.

  Then I flew. Vibrant colors danced behind my eyes. Every thought channeled to the erotic way he touched me. Overcome by the blinding sensations, I came with a sharp cry. Every muscle tensed, and my body quaked beneath his ministrations.

  Breathless and shuddering from the powerful release, I tried to regain some control over my brain. Blake never moved. Instead, he continued to lap at me. A series of soft, reverent licks sent tiny shockwaves through me. With my free hand, I put pressure on his shoulder, a silent plea for relief.

  He glanced up at me. The wicked look in his eyes matched his devilishly handsome mouth, now glistening with evidence of the mind-bending pleasure only he could deliver.

  “I could feast on you for hours. If I didn’t want to fuck you so badly, I probably would. But I’m selfish and want to come in your tight little cunt now. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” I breathed, wondering how I ended up married to such a dirty-mouthed sex god.

  He released me and slid up my body. The brush of his skin against mine sent my nerve endings dancing again. All that talk of wanting him under me had been hogwash. Nothing in the world felt as divine as the pr
ess of him over me, his powerful frame pushing me down or up against whatever surface—hard or soft—that he was determined to screw me on.

  “Tell me how you want it.”

  The low timbre of his request vibrated through me. I tossed my head to the side, swallowing hard. I couldn’t think. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

  “Behind you?” he asked. “It’s deeper that way, if you can handle it.”

  I blinked, piecing together the possibilities, all of them promising a handful of earth-shattering orgasms.

  “Or do you want to ride me, my tasty little Dominatrix?” He licked along my collarbone, nipping along the slope of my shoulder.

  With a breathy sigh, I melted into the couch like the worn-out rag doll I’d become. My head was still buzzing from the delicious orgasm he’d coaxed out of me.

  I heard him chuckle. “Damn, baby. Are you giving up already? You had me all twisted up with your Dom gear.”

  “Shut up before I get my second wind,” I muttered, turning my focus back to his gorgeous face.

  “Hmm, let’s see if we can revive you.”

  He came down and took my mouth. I tasted myself on the intimate kiss that left me tingling all over again. When he broke away, the haze of my desire lifted slightly at the sight before me. I grinned, rubbing my thumb under his lower lip.

  “Your lips are all red.”

  He responded with a broad smile. “I can handle that. Unless you want me to go out like this. I’m not into public humiliation.”

  I wrinkled my brow, confused.

  “Never mind. I should stop giving you ideas. Now, if you’ve found that second wind you were looking for, turn over and put that lovely ass in the air.”

  Inside I railed at the command. Just enough to say, “No.”

  He regarded me for a moment. “I can’t tell if you’re being a good Dom or a bad sub.”

  “The feeling is mutual.”

  He laughed, a lighthearted sound that quickly morphed into a gasp when I took his cock in my hand. I stroked him to the tip, down to the base, and back again. I cupped his sac with my other hand, grazing my nails lightly over the smooth skin.

  His eyes closed, vulnerability sweeping his taut features. “I need to be inside you, Erica. Right fucking now.”

  “I’m not going to have to spell it all out for you, am I?” I slid my grasp all the way up, milking a tiny bead of moisture from the head of his cock. I swept my thumb over the slit and brought the taste of him to my lips with a lazy lick. The breathy moan that left me wasn’t all show. Having proof of his desire on my tongue inspired all sorts of new ideas on how to tease out his pleasure. “That could really draw this whole thing out.”

  His jaw fell open a fraction. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

  I licked my lips, imagining the soft crown of his cock between them. “Takes one to know one.”

  “You still looking for high ground, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, I’m on it,” I countered, feeling empowered. His erection thickened and flinched in my grasp.

  All well and good, except the dangerous look in his eyes had my heart racing.

  “Not for long,” he said huskily.

  Without another word, he grabbed my wrist mid-stroke, circled my torso, and flipped me to my stomach. He nudged me higher, so my elbows rested on the arm of the couch.

  His calves were on either side of mine, the rough hair tickling my skin. And, as previously requested, my backside was high and available for whatever he had planned. He skated his palm over the curve of my ass. He gave it a squeeze before coming down on me with a quick slap.

  “I want to tie you up tight and spank you raw for that little show.”

  Fever prickled my skin when I imagined him following through on that threat. I moaned and pushed back against him. Now that I’d been stripped of my power, I wouldn’t mind a little more of that. After all, I had been a very bad girl.

  He pressed his body against me, bringing his mouth to my neck.

  “But I won’t. I’ll just watch you come undone around me.”

  His hot breath sent a violent shiver over me. Empty promises, I thought vaguely. Then everything tensed when I felt his fingers and then his cock pushing into me. He was careful but reached the deepest part of me in a matter of seconds.

  The pleasure cut through me, razor-sharp. “Oh, fuck.”

  He gripped me firmly, withdrew, and sank deep again. “I think I will.”

  With that, he began to fuck, tearing me apart one thrust at a time. I dug my nails into the fabric of the couch, hanging on through the storm brewing inside.

  Nothing was dominant about my position now. I was exposed, held firm by his strength, trapped by the craving of our bodies coming together this way. Every cell was more alive. Every nerve ending seemed to reach for more delicious stimulation.

  My thighs were pressed together. I rubbed one stocking-covered foot over the other. My toes tingled and curled. I felt powerless to do anything but take his fierce drives.

  And the more he gave, the more I wanted.

  “Oh God, it’s so good.”

  “You feel fucking incredible.” His hold on my hips tightened, and he pumped faster.

  I was right at the edge, ready to fly off the cliff, when he suddenly withdrew. He tossed me to my back again. I was panting, trembling with need.

  “Blake!” If this was his last play in an effort to tease me to tears, I was going to…

  His mouth crashing to mine robbed me of that angry thought. I opened to him, wanting his taste on my tongue like I wanted my next breath. He settled between my thighs, hiked my thigh over his hip, and swiftly joined us again. I whimpered with relief and pleasure.

  When I connected with his hooded gaze, my chest tightened.

  “I want to see your eyes when you come,” he whispered.

  There it was. He’d taken me from lightheartedness to lust, to a soul-branding kind of intimacy that brought everything higher. His reach went beyond the body and straight to my heart. The carnal fever ripping through me became something more potent still.

  I anchored his mouth to mine, and we kissed until we were both breathless. Every passionate thrust was a proclamation. Every possessive touch was a promise. Waves of rapture crashed over me, one after the next, until I was boneless and trembling.

  The muscles of his shoulders bunched under my touch. He lengthened, hitting me someplace even deeper. The orgasm that I thought impossible after the string he’d just given shattered through me.

  His hips slammed against me, and my name tore from his lips with a hoarse cry. His body jerked and spasmed as he filled me.

  Collapsing over me with his mouth on my shoulder, he worked to catch his breath. “Damn,” he muttered.

  “Yeah” was the only word I could manage. I melted around him, relishing the contact. Even after being so intimately connected, I didn’t want to be far from his touch.

  He lifted to his elbows, his chest still heaving. With a satisfied smile, he was the picture of sated. Flushed. Gorgeous. And possibly a little too pleased with himself.

  I ran my finger over his etched lips. “Don’t look so smug.”

  He lifted an amused brow. “Smug?”

  “You look like you just took home a trophy.”

  He laughed and I fought my own smile.

  “I did. Your orgasms are like trophies. I’m collecting as many as I can.”

  I rolled my eyes. Another few points for Blake.

  He skimmed his hand over my torso, up and down my leg, and snapped the elastic that held the stockings tight to my thighs.

  “I love these. Wear that corset again though, and I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

  I pushed at his chest. “You’re a bad sub.”

  He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. “Yeah, well, so are you.”

  I failed to mask a pout. I was more than a little annoyed that my attempt to dominate had gone well off course, but undeniably satisfied w
ith the results. “You’re not in charge, you know.”

  Instead of a cocky remark, Blake regarded me silently, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead.

  “I know,” he muttered. “There’s something a lot bigger than you and me taking charge right now.”

  He cradled my cheek, looking deeply into my eyes. Then he settled his touch over my abdomen. His hand splayed there with a light caress.

  “Our baby. The crazy way I love you. Everything I feel right now that I couldn’t control even if I wanted to.”

  I closed my eyes, covering his hand with my own. My heart beat stronger at the vision that emerged. My belly, no longer flat, but full and round with our baby. Tiny kicks under our hands, anticipation in our hearts. I wanted that more than anything.

  And he was right. Nothing was more important.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  BLAKE

  We’d had an intense weekend of making up and reconnecting after an absence that had rocked us both. But Monday afternoon came quickly. I wasn’t the nervous type, but a part of me felt like a fish out of water as we sat in Dr. Henneman’s waiting room.

  I waited by Erica’s side, her hand safe in mine, to be called in for our appointment. I wasn’t a fan of waiting, but watching Erica scan the room, wide-eyed with anticipation, was almost worth it. A young mother sat across from us, her belly stretching the material of her maternity top. The weight there limited her range of motion as she tried to keep her small child from distributing the magazines on the table all over the floor. She scolded him gently, shooting apologetic looks our way when he shouted in protest.

  I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. I’d seen pregnant women in passing all the time—I’d even employed some. I’d just never associated it with anything that I would personally experience, as a father, a husband. But here I was, and if all went well, we could be there too, trying to keep a toddler from destroying everything we owned.

  Powerless as I was to control the outcome, I was silently determined to move heaven and earth to make sure Erica had a healthy pregnancy that resulted in the child we both now fervently wanted. I’d be there to support her through everything. Months of pregnancy. Morning sickness and discomfort. Labor…