by A. O. Peart
He disappeared into the bathroom, and soon I heard the water running. I drifted off into an easy sleep, not because he told me so, but because my body knew he was right.
Chapter Thirty
ETHAN
I stood in the shower, letting the water calm me down. Knowing that Lisbeth was naked in bed, waiting for me did nothing to my forbearance. I felt confused. What was happening here? No matter how horny I was, I always dictated the pace; I always stayed in control. Going on or pausing was my choice. But with her, it was way too hard to control myself. It took all my willpower to tear myself off her.
I was angry with myself. Discipline was a big deal for me. There was no place for a slip-off. But she was so irresistible, so different from anyone else. I wanted her not just for her body. I wanted her mind; I yearned to make her all mine.
My raging erection didn’t go away; didn’t even loosen up a notch. My shaft stood straight up, urging me to go to her, to possess her, to make her submit completely. I would enjoy that task, even if it was to take a long time. I actually wanted it to take longer than it ever did with any other woman. I wanted to have all the time with her and no limits.
She would be mine, all mine. I would be hers… and that was the new feeling for me. I should’ve freaked out at that strange craving. But it actually made me breathe deeply and relax; it made me smile. Everything could wait now. I would take it slow with her. I would ease her into my world and teach her to appreciate and thirst all that made me who I was. Could I do that? Could I possibly change my ways and stay—actually stay—with one woman? Not with any woman, but with Lisbeth… I was definitely willing to try.
I turned off the water and slid the shower curtain to the side. The sound it made reminded me of Lisbeth, standing in the tub less than an hour earlier, surrendered to me, accepting the pleasure I fed to her. Hot wave of desire urged me to hurriedly dry myself off and wrap the towel around my hips. I was hard like a rock and all I wanted right now was to bury myself inside her.
I entered the bedroom. Lying on her stomach, Lisbeth was asleep under the covers. Her arms were wrapped around the pillow, her dark hair fanned behind her head. She looked so peaceful, so different from the tense woman I met just days earlier. There was so much to learn about her; so many wonderful, curious things still to discover.
I stood by the bed, watching her. I longed to touch her hair, to kiss her lips, to hold her. But that would wake her up. Even though I was achingly aroused, I decided to wait. I walked to the other side of the bed and carefully got under the covers. The sleep came the moment I closed my eyes.
The morning sun woke me up. Lisbeth was awake. Facing me, propped on her elbow, she watched me. Gentle smile lightened her face.
“Good morning.” I smiled back and traced my fingers over her cheek.
“Good morning,” she said, leaning into my touch. “I guess, I slept the whole night. And no nightmares. Wow. I forgot how the good night sleep feels like.”
“You did sleep the entire night. And so did I. How are you doing?”
“Great. You?” Her eyes danced over my face.
I pulled her on top of me and pressed her down to my growing erection. “You tell me.”
She closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip. And then she started moving gently against me. That did it. I rolled on top of her and slid one arm under her back. Wrapping her hair at her nape around my fingers, I held her exactly where I wanted her. My other hand went beneath the covers and slipped under her thigh. I lifted her leg up, pulling it up and over me. That gave me an unobstructed access to her waiting in anticipation pussy.
Tugging on her hair, I tilted her head so her mouth was positioned in the precise angle for my exploration. I kissed her hard and long. My tongue plunged inside her mouth, sliding over hers. She clung onto me, whimpering. I needed her to understand she was mine, at least for now. She would do precisely what I wanted and how I wanted it. That was my way. Lisbeth seemed to agree. There was no second-guessing in how she responded to my lead. She was a natural follower in bed. I liked it a lot. That’s exactly how I enjoyed my women. And although she wasn’t just any woman, the same rules still applied: I commanded—she obeyed. That was the best and the most satisfying way for me, and I would make sure it would be for her as well.
She whispered against my mouth, “Be patient with me. I’m not all that experienced.”
“Baby, you don’t need to be. It’s easier to teach you the right way to do this than to correct some bad habits.”
“What if you’re bored with me? I really haven’t been with many men before. I’m not—”
“Stop.” I pressed one finger to her lips. “I’ll show you all you need to know. We’ll take it slow. The only thing you must do is to follow my lead without objection, and do what you’re told.”
Lisbeth parted her lips to say something to the contrary, but I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her eager mouth and sucking on her tongue.
She moaned and pressed onto me. I hitched her leg even higher, until her drenched, hot cleft enveloped lengthwise my hardness. I moved my hips, gliding my hard cock up and down her slickness without dipping inside her. She wiggled, trying to grasp the tip of my cock with her opening and to suck it inside her. But I wouldn’t let her.
“Please, Ethan. I want you deeper. Much deeper,” Lisbeth begged.
She tried again by thrusting her hips upward and seeking with her pussy. It took all my concentration and discipline not to slam inside her. She would learn to appreciate the long foreplay, because the reward would be worth the slow build-up.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I demanded. When she did, I praised her, “Good. Now relax and feel everything I’m doing to you. Don’t let yourself get frustrated. This is the long, satisfying lovemaking, not the quick, sweaty screwing,” I told her. “You’ll learn to appreciate it.”
She smiled and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. And then her eyes rolled back, and she moaned, “Ahhh.”
“That’s it, baby. I know you’re close, but don’t rush it. Feel it; explore it, learn to control it.”
She kept moaning with her mouth wide open. That made me so hard and so fucking ready, that I wanted to forget all I just told her and drive inside her hard and fast, finding my release. Instead, my hand guided the tip of my length in slow, tiny circles over her hard clit. It pressed inside my small hole, and I swore in pleasure. I rubbed some more, the air hissing through my clenched teeth. Lisbeth panted, begging for orgasm.
“Soon, baby,” I promised.
I threw the covers to the side and went down on her, until my mouth closed over her drenched pussy. I sucked her hard, plunging my tongue inside her, licking in long, insistent swirls. My upper lip pressed on her clit, while my tongue licked in and out of her cleft. Lisbeth clenched the sheet in her fists, rolling her hips and whispering, “Now, oh, God. Now, please, Ethan, please. Now, I want it now.” That was so erotic, so pure, that I almost came right then.
But I held back. I wanted to play with her and give her multiple orgasms before it was time for my own release. “Come right after I kiss your clit,” I instructed.
She did. I loved how well she responded to me, how submissive she already was.
I glided my fingers over her glistening slit, dipping them slightly in to skim some of her sweet essence. I trailed wet kisses all the way to her breasts. Coating the nipples in her arousal, I sucked and gently bit on one, while plumping the swollen flesh of the other breast in my hand. I rolled the elongated, hard nipple in my fingers.
Lisbeth pressed her knees onto my sides, confining me in. I moved my hands under her buttocks and cupped them, positioning her just right to plunge inside with my cock. And I did—hard and deep. She gasped. I drove in and out of her, my heavy balls slamming onto her butt. With every thrust her breasts beautifully jiggled up and down, mesmerizing me. I watched them in appreciation.
I squeezed her buttocks and rotated her hips once, twice, three times. She und
erstood what I wanted and continued swiveling them to the rhythm of my pounding. Her breath grew labored, and she pleaded, “I want to come again. I’m so close. How do you do this to me? Please, Ethan. Please.”
“Come for me and squeeze me with your pussy. Let me feel it,” I murmured against her lips.
That did her in. Bucking her spine, she cried out a short and guttural, incoherent scream. And another one. Fuck, that was so hot. Her eyes flew open and she stared at me. Another, even lower cry escaped her, and I clenched my teeth, smiling at her. “That’s it baby.” I buried my cock to the hilt and stilled for a moment. Then, I slammed into her three times. She came once more, squeezing her knees into me. I kept pulsing inside her, moving much gentler than a moment before.
“How do you do that?” she gasped between short breaths.
“Do what?”
“All of it. You gave me already many orgasms, but you don’t show any signs of going over yourself,” she said.
I grinned at her. “I’m not done with you, babe.”
Her eyes went wide. “More orgasms?”
“You object?”
“No.” She smiled weakly. “But I might need a nap.”
“And a breakfast.” I kissed her slow and sensual, moving my hard length in and out of her very slowly, until I stopped. My cock was quivering, demanding a rough and rapid drive. I ignored it for now.
Lisbeth wrapped her arms around my neck, and whispered in my ear. “I want to suck you.”
“You will get your chance another time. Not today.”
“Oh?”
I laughed. “So impatient. I regret we aren’t in my house.”
She started moving her hips in small circles, lifting them up and down at the same time. She wanted more. Good.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I would curb that impatience of yours with some very special tools.”
She opened her mouth and stared at me, horrified. “Tools?”
“Toys. I promise you will love them all. But now be quiet. No more talking,” I demanded. I slammed into her hard again.
Her body responded immediately: warm, thick liquid trickled from her swollen tissues and onto my shaft, intensifying the wet smacking sound of our colliding bodies. I loved it.
“Do you hear that?” I asked.
She closed her eyes, licking her lips in the most sensual way.
“Tell me. Do you hear that, babe?” I insisted.
“Yes.” Lisbeth breathed out. “Oh, right there,” she whimpered, when I rotated my hips, angling my cock so its top part rubbed harder on her clit.
I increased my speed, pumping firm. My left hand gripped her throat, while I balanced my weight on my right arm. She felt so damn good, so tight, and wet. I knew I would never get enough of her.
“Ethan! Harder!” she insisted.
I slammed into her. Our bed was rocking and squeaking. If there were hotel guest in the room below us, they would know exactly what was going on in here. But that wasn’t my concern. Lisbeth and her pleasure were. And mine too.
Lisbeth bit on her hand and moaned. “Ahhh, Ethan. You’re so amazing. You feel so… ahhh!” She clutched onto me with both hands, and came hard.
I grinned, still pumping into her.
“I can’t stop,” she panted. “So good. Oh, so good!”
She closed her eyes, her muscles shaking. When she started to relax, I pulled out to cool off my raging desire. I closed my mouth over hers, soothing her, quieting her whimpers. And then I drove into her again and again, finding my own release, spurting hot seed into her snug, wet pussy.
We lie, wrapped in one another, kissing and touching, me still inside her; her—tight around me. We fit perfectly as if we were made for each other. She looked sated and content, with her cheeks glowing and her eyes half-closed and heavy.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered. “I’ve never been with anyone like you.”
You have no idea. I smiled, and at that moment my heart finally was ready to belong to one woman. The one who resisted me and then changed me. Forever.
THE END
Resist Me is the first installment in the Change Me series. All books in the series are standalone, although the characters make appearances throughout the series. The next novel is scheduled for release in winter 2014.
OTHER BOOKS BY A.O. PEART
Almost Bad Boys series
(Adult humorous romantic comedy)
Almost Matched
Almost Broken Up
Almost Too Far
Almost Bad Boys Omnibus
The Forged series
(Young Adult paranormal/Urban fantasy)
Forged by Greed
Forged by Magic
Forged by Legacy
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.O. Peart writes in multiple adult, NA, and YA genres, including romance, thriller, comedy, paranormal, and urban fantasy. She describes herself as European born, American by choice.
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