Claiming
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She loved the gentleness he’d been showing, but she had to admit, she went wild for the rough and hard Cole, too. “Forget gentle.” She bit his earlobe. “Take me completely. Make me forget everything except you.”
“You sure about that?” he asked and for just a second, she questioned the intelligence of what she was asking.
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Take hold of your knees and pull them to your chest.”
She hesitated. In that position, he’d go so deep. And he wasn’t exactly small.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind,” he said. “But if you want me to take you the way I want to right now, you need to know that I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’ll think I’ve become a permanent part of your body.”
She shivered at his words, but hooked her arms under her knees and pulled them toward her, giving him greater access to her body.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “You’ll take me any way I want, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” God help her, she would. After all, why would she not, when doing so only gave her more pleasure, more passion, and more happiness than she’d ever thought possible?
Her body trembled at the sight of him, kneeling before her, taking himself in hand, and moving toward her. He caught her looking and gave her a lazy smile. Making sure she kept her eyes on him, he slowly stroked his erection.
“I think you were right with what you said earlier. I don’t know if I can go to sleep without fucking you first.” Still he kept stroking.
“Please, Sir.”
“I think I could stay here and look at you forever. Spread wide and waiting for me to claim you. Your body given to me to use however I want.” He started to stroke himself faster. “Just the anticipation of how good you’re going to feel when I push inside that first time.”
He tipped his head back and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was magnificent to watch. Hard male muscle. The way he took his cock in hand and worked it. Fuck. If she didn’t want him inside her so badly, she’d be happy to watch him pleasure himself.
His jaw clenched and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “It’s too late for gentle.”
“Yes,” she said, in either understanding or agreement, she didn’t know.
He didn’t say anything else; he simply placed himself at her entrance and drove into her with one powerful thrust. Normally, he’d go slowly to allow her time to take him and her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of him filling her all at once.
He held still and looked down at her with a silent question in his eyes. Are you okay?
She nodded. Please don’t stop.
He must have felt the same way because he only moaned, “Oh God. Sasha,” before starting a relentless rhythm that had her on the edge within a few thrusts.
She didn’t even try to stop her climax. He’d told her to come whenever and since that wasn’t something he often allowed, she was going to take advantage of it while she could. She wiggled herself to take him easier and bit the inside of her cheek as the first orgasm swept through her body.
He slowed down after her slight tremors stopped, but only so he could work her with long intentional thrusts that lifted her lower body from the bed.
“Holy fuck, Sir.”
He didn’t stop, but took it for the encouragement it was, this time alternating between long and deep and shallow and fast. When her second orgasm hit, he held still.
“I love the feeling of your climax pulsating around me,” he said as the tremors subsided. “Love knowing what I do to you.” He pressed deeper into here. “Feel what you do to me?”
His body shook, betraying the amount of self-control he was using to remain still.
“Yes, Sir. But let me feel it more.” She lifted her hips. “Let me feel you finish.”
With a low groan from his throat, he drove into her again and this time, he let himself go.
“Bloody hell, Sasha,” he panted, but gathered her to his chest. She sighed in blissful contentment. Being in his arms, lying on his chest, was hands-down her favorite place to be. She knew in a few minutes he would get up so he could clean her. When he’d collared her, they’d stop using condoms. She loved the feel of him bare within her, but it was a bit messier. Even so, once he’d cleaned them both, she knew he’d come back to bed again and hold her.
Yes, if this were a dream, she never wanted to wake up.
***
Cole smiled when he saw the e-mail he’d been waiting for had arrived in his inbox. He’d been waiting to show Sasha his childhood home for quite a while. But after their conversation the previous night, he’d decided he wanted to do that and more.
In the months since they’d been together, Sasha continued to grow stronger and more self-assured. He loved watching her become the fierce woman he’d known she was when he first saw her. But it bothered him that she didn’t know exactly what she did to him. He’d told her so in words, and he’d thought he’d shown her with actions. Apparently, though, he hadn’t been as clear as he’d thought.
That was going to change with the UK trip.
But in order to pull it off, he needed some help and that’s where their friends came into play. The idea had hit him the night before. Now he had to contact Nathaniel and Daniel to get them involved.
It would be tricky; everyone was going to have to keep the main reason for the UK trip a secret. He knew both Nathaniel’s wife, Abby, and Daniel’s submissive, Julie, hated keeping secrets from Sasha. He could only hope that in this case, they wouldn’t mind so much and would follow along.
He pushed back from his desk and went into the guest bedroom. The safe inside the closet held what he was looking for. Sasha didn’t even know of the safe’s existence and, since she was at work at the floral shop she owned with Julie, he could open it without her finding out.
“You sure about that?” he asked and for just a second, she questioned the intelligence of what she was asking.
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“Take hold of your knees and pull them to your chest.”
She hesitated. In that position, he’d go so deep. And he wasn’t exactly small.
“Unless you’ve changed your mind,” he said. “But if you want me to take you the way I want to right now, you need to know that I’m going to fuck you so deep, you’ll think I’ve become a permanent part of your body.”
She shivered at his words, but hooked her arms under her knees and pulled them toward her, giving him greater access to her body.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “You’ll take me any way I want, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” God help her, she would. After all, why would she not, when doing so only gave her more pleasure, more passion, and more happiness than she’d ever thought possible?
Her body trembled at the sight of him, kneeling before her, taking himself in hand, and moving toward her. He caught her looking and gave her a lazy smile. Making sure she kept her eyes on him, he slowly stroked his erection.
“I think you were right with what you said earlier. I don’t know if I can go to sleep without fucking you first.” Still he kept stroking.
“Please, Sir.”
“I think I could stay here and look at you forever. Spread wide and waiting for me to claim you. Your body given to me to use however I want.” He started to stroke himself faster. “Just the anticipation of how good you’re going to feel when I push inside that first time.”
He tipped his head back and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was magnificent to watch. Hard male muscle. The way he took his cock in hand and worked it. Fuck. If she didn’t want him inside her so badly, she’d be happy to watch him pleasure himself.
His jaw clenched and he opened his eyes and looked down at her. “It’s too late for gentle.”
“Yes,” she said, in either understanding or agreement, she didn’t know.
He didn’t say anything else; he simply placed himself at her entrance and drove into her with one powerful thrust. Normally, he’d go slowly to allow her time to take him and her breath caught in her throat at the sensation of him filling her all at once.
He held still and looked down at her with a silent question in his eyes. Are you okay?
She nodded. Please don’t stop.
He must have felt the same way because he only moaned, “Oh God. Sasha,” before starting a relentless rhythm that had her on the edge within a few thrusts.
She didn’t even try to stop her climax. He’d told her to come whenever and since that wasn’t something he often allowed, she was going to take advantage of it while she could. She wiggled herself to take him easier and bit the inside of her cheek as the first orgasm swept through her body.
He slowed down after her slight tremors stopped, but only so he could work her with long intentional thrusts that lifted her lower body from the bed.
“Holy fuck, Sir.”
He didn’t stop, but took it for the encouragement it was, this time alternating between long and deep and shallow and fast. When her second orgasm hit, he held still.
“I love the feeling of your climax pulsating around me,” he said as the tremors subsided. “Love knowing what I do to you.” He pressed deeper into here. “Feel what you do to me?”
His body shook, betraying the amount of self-control he was using to remain still.
“Yes, Sir. But let me feel it more.” She lifted her hips. “Let me feel you finish.”
With a low groan from his throat, he drove into her again and this time, he let himself go.
“Bloody hell, Sasha,” he panted, but gathered her to his chest. She sighed in blissful contentment. Being in his arms, lying on his chest, was hands-down her favorite place to be. She knew in a few minutes he would get up so he could clean her. When he’d collared her, they’d stop using condoms. She loved the feel of him bare within her, but it was a bit messier. Even so, once he’d cleaned them both, she knew he’d come back to bed again and hold her.
Yes, if this were a dream, she never wanted to wake up.
***
Cole smiled when he saw the e-mail he’d been waiting for had arrived in his inbox. He’d been waiting to show Sasha his childhood home for quite a while. But after their conversation the previous night, he’d decided he wanted to do that and more.
In the months since they’d been together, Sasha continued to grow stronger and more self-assured. He loved watching her become the fierce woman he’d known she was when he first saw her. But it bothered him that she didn’t know exactly what she did to him. He’d told her so in words, and he’d thought he’d shown her with actions. Apparently, though, he hadn’t been as clear as he’d thought.
That was going to change with the UK trip.
But in order to pull it off, he needed some help and that’s where their friends came into play. The idea had hit him the night before. Now he had to contact Nathaniel and Daniel to get them involved.
It would be tricky; everyone was going to have to keep the main reason for the UK trip a secret. He knew both Nathaniel’s wife, Abby, and Daniel’s submissive, Julie, hated keeping secrets from Sasha. He could only hope that in this case, they wouldn’t mind so much and would follow along.
He pushed back from his desk and went into the guest bedroom. The safe inside the closet held what he was looking for. Sasha didn’t even know of the safe’s existence and, since she was at work at the floral shop she owned with Julie, he could open it without her finding out.
