by Brynley Bush
With one arm firmly banded around my waist, he reaches for the shower head and detaches it from the wall, bringing it down to gently rinse the shampoo from my hair. He replaces it and then reaches for a bath sponge, dispensing soap from another bottle on the bench and working it into a lather. Still holding me drawn back against him, he runs the sponge down the center of my chest, leaving a line of bubbles. He trails the sponge lower, over my ribs, across my belly, and then back up again, circling my breasts. I arch my back slightly into him and moan, wanting more.
He continues to bathe me, drawing the soapy sponge over my arms, shoulders, sides, and back, circling back each time to my breasts, his touch firm enough that the roughly textured sponge scrapes across my sensitive nipples provocatively. I squirm a little but he holds me still.
“Bend your knees and put your feet on the bench,” he whispers into my ear. I comply, resting my heels on the edge of the bench, my knees pressed together.
“Knees apart.” There is no gentle nudging to enforce my compliance. His hands are as unyielding as the authority in his voice. He opens my legs like they are his to spread, with force and possession, and heat pools in my lower body in response.
He draws the sponge along my inner thighs and although they quiver, I keep them open. He runs the sponge across my mound with one hand, his other reaching down to spread my outer labia. The coarse sponge abrades my exposed clit and I lose my ability for rational thought.
“Oh my god,” I whimper, lifting my hips toward the sweet torture. He obliges me, rubbing the rough sponge against my aching sex that has grown hot and swollen until I feel everything begin to gather in my core. My head slams back against his shoulder as my body stiffens. He stops. I whimper in protest, opening my eyes to see him gazing down at me, his eyes blazing with a hot need of his own. He holds me there until my body begins to relax, the impending climax receding as he continues to bathe me with a tenderness that belies his tough guy exterior.
Dropping the sponge, he reaches for the shower head again and opens me, training the spray of water against my still swollen and needy clit. I cry out as the spray of water hits the sensitive nub, sending me spiraling toward oblivion again. I am close, so close, my hips grinding against the hardness of his cock beneath me as the water pounds against my sex. My fingers grip the edge of the bench as I feel the tightening deep within, and I wait for the final surge that will send me over the edge. However the insistent staccato spray of the water slowly moves away, taking my orgasm with it. The bastard!
I slump against Griffin as he lifts my face to his, sealing his lips to mine.
It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s kissing me like this, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in an all too accurate imitation of how I’d like his cock thrusting into me.
The only other time I remember being this frustrated is when he edged me at the club, taking me to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back before I could find my release. Then it had been about controlling my orgasm, about asserting his control over me and the situation when I had mistakenly assumed I’d gotten the upper hand. With a rush of understanding, I realize what he’s doing.
“This is about the other night, isn’t it?” I murmur. “The night you bought me at the auction.”
He laughs, a quiet rumble near my ear. “I promise you’d know if I was cashing in on that, sweetheart. There would be no doubt in your mind that I owned you for the evening.”
My body responds immediately to his words as my nipples tighten and my body flushes with heat.
He chuckles. “I see you like the thought of that,” he says with pleased amusement. “God, I love how adventurous you are, and how far you trust me take you. But as much as I would enjoy that, tonight is about giving you pleasure.”
With a rush of exhilaration I remember that the resulting orgasm that night, when he’d finally allowed it, had been mind-blowing.
His voice turns raspy as he drags my head back again, forcing my gaze to his heated one. “I want to give you everything tonight, Mila. I want to claim you, heart and soul. I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never imagined. I want to feel you shudder, hear you as you cry out and scream with passion, feast on your body, lose myself in you. I want to memorize every curve of your body and taste every inch of your skin. I want you to give me everything, and I want to give you everything in return.”
There is something poignant and almost desperate in his eyes, and despite his words otherwise, I realize he already owns me, tonight and forever. I would do anything for him.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Everything. I’m yours.”
“Stand up and put your hands on the wall, slightly above your shoulders, feet apart,” he says. I do as he says, placing my palms flat against the cool marble as he moves behind me.
“I’m not edging you tonight for control, sweetheart,” he says tenderly, his finger tracing my collarbone. “I just want to make sure you’re ready for what I have planned.”
I know better than to ask what that might be. I wait silently as a tremor of anticipation coupled with desire ripples through me. His hands travel down my body, caressing each curve and contour. His fingernails scrape across the sensitive tips of my breasts and my nipples bunch into tight points of arousal in response. He murmurs his approval and continues the sweet torment, lightly pinching and pulling the tight buds until I’m whimpering.
“That’s right,” he says encouragingly. “I love to hear your little cries of pleasure.” He tugs harder and I cry out my desire.
“I’m going to savor every one of those sweet little whimpers. And I’m going to make sure you give me a feast.”
His fingers find my drenched opening and plunge inside, and I can’t help but whimper again. I am so ready for him.
He adds another finger, thrusting in and out of my slick opening as I try to focus on standing upright, my mind hazy with desire.
His hands move around to my ass and he squeezes each cheek roughly. Then he’s parting my cheeks and I feel the lube drizzle onto my tiny hole. I try to squirm away, but his hands are relentless and uncompromising, gripping my hips to hold me in place.
“I’m going to claim your ass tonight, sweetheart,” he says with firm resolve.
Oh god. I want this so badly. I want to feel him there in that most intimate of places. I desperately want to know what it’s like to have him buried inside me, but I’m also terrified. Sex at the club with the plug had been amazing, but he’s way bigger than the plug and that had stretched me to the limit.
“What if you don’t fit? What if I want you to stop?” I ask anxiously, stalling for time.
“I’ll fit,” he reassures me, his finger pressing into the tightly closed whirl, igniting my senses. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. Just say the word.” His voice lowers as he adds, “But I guarantee you won’t. Not only are you going to come while I’m inside you, you’re going to come screaming.”
“I don’t scream,” I say indignantly, trying desperately not to moan as he moves his finger in and out of the tight passage.
“Sweetheart, you screamed loud enough to wake the dead with only the plug inside you,” he says, his voice amused. “We’ll see about that.”
He pulls his finger out and before I can argue more, the thick head of his cock is at my entrance, pushing into me. His grip on my hips is both firm and comforting. No matter what, I know he’s got me.
“Push back against me, baby,” he urges. “Take me inside of you.”
His gentle words are my undoing. I push back against him steadily, biting my lip as his hard cock breaches the ring of muscles, stretching me until I think I’m going to be torn apart. He allows me to impale myself on him at my own pace, and I take him excruciatingly slow, centimeter by devastating centimeter. Just when I think I can’t possibly take any more, he’s seated inside of me, the hairs on his thighs brushing against the backs of mine. He stands completely still, allowing me to adjust to the fullness of him, and I’m shocked by t
he realization that I love the secret burn of him buried in my ass.
I take several deep breaths as the pressure eases and the heady knowledge that he has taken my most private place washes over me. His is the ultimate position of possession and power—his body pinning mine in the most primal and decadent way—and something equally elemental in me answers in longing.
His right hand caresses my bottom as he moves inside me ever so slightly, gently sliding in and out as he trickles more lube where we are joined. The feeling is strange and overwhelming—not entirely unpleasant but definitely not the beautiful chaos of sensation when his cock had filled my pussy with the plug vibrating in my ass, sending me on a tumultuous ride toward one of the best orgasms of my life.
His fingers find my clit and he presses something soft and nubby against me as his fingers hum to life. What the hell? I glance down. It’s a small vibrator, fitted over his finger. Intense vibrations instantly barrage my suddenly sensitive clit as he begins to move in and out of me. The juxtaposition of relief and emptiness when he withdraws and the carnal fullness when he thrusts forward again, coupled with the relentless vibrations against my clit, has me gasping for breath. There’s a hint of pain blending with the dark, heady edge of pleasure, both swirling seamlessly together so that I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins, and I’m quickly realizing that it’s this combination that sends me soaring. Somehow Griffin has known that all along.
His cock works in and out of my tiny entrance, the friction against the thousands of sensitive nerves there slowly stoking the fire within me as the sensations from the vibrator sizzle through my core until I am teetering on the edge of orgasm. He pulls out, the crown of his cock tucked between my cheeks.
“Do you want me to stop, Mila?” he asks in a guttural voice.
My ass throbs from his use, aching to be filled again.
“No, please. Don’t stop,” I manage raggedly.
He thrusts back into me triumphantly and I can feel his thighs slam against my butt as he impales me. He presses the vibrator more firmly against my aching clit and the coiled pressure building inside me, the need to come, is more intense than anything I have felt before. I hang there for what seems like a lifetime, suspended on the edge of an ecstasy so powerful that my soul itself seems to swell toward it. He drives his cock inside me once more and I scream at the exquisite, dark, sweet agony as I capitulate, my body, heart, and soul exploding in uncontrollable, wild, abandoned, magnificent pleasure.
I’m lost in a fog of sensation, my mind barely registering the bunching of Griffin’s muscles as he tightens behind me, a shudder rolling through him as he thrusts one final time into me as his hot pleasure floods me.
We stand there, his muscular arms holding me up as the hot water flows over us like a river. Finally, he pulls out slowly and I moan. His chuckle is decidedly pleased and I can’t help but smile back at the grin of his face as he scoops me off my feet, cradling me to his chest.
“I told you you’d scream,” he says smugly.
For once in my life, I don’t argue.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“How do you always know what I crave, even when I don’t know myself?” I ask him later as we sit outside on the deck watching the waves roll in from the unknown depths beyond. The moon is full, its reflection shimmering off the dark ocean, and I feel a deep and timeless sense of rightness being here with Griffin. I’m curled in his lap with my cheek resting against his chest, contentment coursing through my veins like a potent drug.
“Because I know you like I know myself,” he says, tilting my chin up so that my eyes meet his. “You were made for me,” he adds, his voice husky. His hands stroke absently down my side. “I never imagined you existed—so beautiful and intelligent and smart-assed and independent—both strong enough and vulnerable enough to go to the darkest depths of desire with me. You are my destiny, Mila. I can’t imagine my life without you,” he says, and for a moment I think I hear his voice catch.
“Good thing you don’t have to,” I say, burying my face in his chest.
His arms tighten around me as he nuzzles my hair. “I want to give you everything tonight, fulfill your every fantasy, leave you wanting for nothing.” His voice is hoarse and raspy and it ignites something deep within me.
“You’ve already fulfilled every fantasy I’ve ever had, plus some I never even imagined,” I say with a laugh. “I guess I’m going to have to think hard to come up with something else so you don’t get bored.”
His eyes darken. “I could spend a thousand years with you and never grow tired of seeing your face when you come, the way your eyes light up when you look at me as if I am the only man in the world, the way your lashes lower when you want me to push you farther.”
“But we don’t have a thousand years,” I say softly.
“We have tonight, and it’s not over yet,” he says. He shifts me off of his lap and stands. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
I lay back on the chaise, the roar of the waves slowly lulling me to sleep as the minutes tick by. Then Griffin is by my side again, scooping me off the chaise and into his arms.
“Close your eyes,” he commands, nudging the French door open as he carries me inside.
“Why are you always hauling me around?” I say in mock outrage, struggling slightly just to see what he will do.
He doesn’t disappoint me. His arms band tighter around me as his teeth close around my nipple through the thin t-shirt I’m wearing. He gives a sharp tug before releasing it, and my stomach drops at the tiny daggers of pleasure pain. “Because I can,” he says, his lips curving into a slow and sexy smile. “It makes me feel manly.”
“Well then, in that case…” I say teasingly, closing my eyes. I open them at the jolting movement of him carrying me down the stairs and am met with his reproving gaze. “Eyes closed, Mila,” he says softly. He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Unless you want me to blindfold you.”
Electricity zings straight to my core but I obediently close my eyes and keep them closed, even after I can smell the salty air and feel the slight breeze from the ocean.
“Okay,” Griffin says finally. “Open them.”
My eyes open and widen at the sight before me. Griffin has laid out an enormous quilt on the beach, lit by the soft glow of a dozen candles in glass lanterns placed around the sand, while the moon in the starry black sky creates a seductive play of shadow and light.
“Wow,” I say breathlessly, completely stunned.
He sets me on my feet and wordlessly strips me out of my t-shirt and underwear before pulling me down onto the soft quilt where he stretches out next to me.
“This is beautiful,” I say, still not quite believing I’m here on a deserted island with this man that I love with every fiber of my being.
“Not half as beautiful as the sight of you naked in the moonlight,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. His fingertips dance along my spine and I quiver beneath his touch as his lips, soft and warm, find mine. He kisses me like I’m his addiction, and when we finally pull apart we’re both breathing faster.
“I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never imagined,” he whispers as his lips trace a fiery line down the column of my neck.
“Yes!” I whisper, eager for whatever wicked pleasure he has in store for me.
His lips close around one hardened nipple and I arch beneath him. It’s exquisite torture, his flickering tongue alternating with his lightly nipping teeth that rasp over the tender tip until liquid pleasure roars through my veins. My fingers thread in his hair as he moves to my other breast, devouring me, consuming me with a surfeit of need and desire.
His tongue is like hot velvet, laving the hardened bud before he catches it between his teeth and tugs until my back bows off of the ground beneath me and I cry out softly.
“Give it to me, baby,” he murmurs. “Give me all of your pleasure. Let me get drunk on your little whimpers.”
I am powerless to deny him.
/> His mouth moves lower, pressing kisses across my belly which quivers at the contact. His hands curve under my buttocks, lifting me, and I sigh as my thighs open for him. His thumbs part me, opening me to his searing gaze, and instead of feeling shy I revel beneath his heated scrutiny. His mouth is scorching as it closes over my sex and the fiery heat burns straight to my core. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder as his tongue rims my slit, teasing me with sweet, fluttering glances as the hunger builds. My eyes close as I give myself over to the intoxicating pleasure.
He works me like a master violinist playing a concerto, his tongue relentlessly playing with my swollen clit as my need swells into an all-consuming crescendo.
“More. Please, Griffin,” I say, my voice ragged with desperation. “You’re killing me.”
In response, his strokes deepen and his tongue delves into me, driving me to the brink of some sort of madness. I feel wild and wanton, eager to ride the tidal wave of sensation that is carrying me headlong into some wild oblivion.
His tongue spears into me again as his thumb finds my clit.
I am writhing now, my sex aching with the pleasure and my all-consuming need for what he gives and what he takes as his fingers slide over my shoulders and down to my breasts. Oh god. His hands and lips are everywhere—on my sex, my ass, my breasts—and I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his hands, demanding more.
He obliges me, his diabolical fingers tugging the tender tips as his tongue plunges into my hot center, and the fire inside my womb rages. His hungry mouth closes over one hardened point, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as he sucks hard. Although my mind is thick with the haze of desire, something flickers at the corners of my mind, something that doesn’t add up. I grasp at it for a moment, my brain almost clicking, but his hot and greedy mouth between my legs and on my breasts is too much and it flitters away again.
My eyes fly open as I realize the impossibility of the situation. My body stiffens at the sight of the dark head bent over my breasts. I struggle to scramble away but Griffin’s grip is firm, pinning my hips to the blanket. He has obviously been anticipating my reaction.