At His Mercy by Tawny Taylor

the electric buzz spreading out like ripples on the surface of a pond. With the buzz, came more tight, wet heat. More desperation.
    She was going to come.
    The vibrator slipped out of her pussy, and her head slumped forward as every muscle in her body sagged. She whimpered, caught up in the twitches that followed.
    Only a second more and she would have had release.
    “You’re ready.”
    Oh, thank God.
    She opened her eyes to watch him shed his black shirt and unzip his snug pants to push them down his narrow hips. His erect cock jutted proudly from a trimmed nest of dark curls. His testicles snugged tight to the base of his rod. A droplet of white pre - come glistened from the ruddy tip.
    He rolled on a rubber and slowly eased into her. They groaned in unison as he completely seated himself in her slick heat. “You’re so tight, sweet thing. So fucking tight.”
    He rested his hands on her knees, using them as leverage as he withdrew from her and then pushed back inside. This time, she didn’t let herself hide in the darkness, the swirls of colors behind her closed eyelids. She watched his beautiful body work. His shoulders bunch and bulge. The corded muscles of his arms tighten and relax. The planes of his stomach harden when his hips pushed forward.
    With every intimate caress of his cock, she soared ever closer to climax. And the erotic sound of skin striking skin as he fucked her harder only made her journey that much swifter.
    And then she was there and she couldn’t breathe. Her stomach cramped as she gulped in one shallow mouthful of air after another. There was a brilliant explosion, deep inside. Followed by bliss. Like hot honey. Pulsing through her chest, up her neck.
    Oh. My. God.
    She knew the instant Kyler also found release. He stopped thrusting for a single heartbeat, groaned her name, and then resumed fucking her, his thrusts sharper and harder than ever. Her body welcomed every sweet invasion, until he finally sagged against her, his slick chest sliding over hers.
    He kissed her eyelids. Her cheeks. Her mouth. Her neck. “I’m sorry, Elena. So sorry. I wanted to go slower with you.”
    She was so not complaining.
    “I wanted to taste every inch of your body. To play with these beautiful tits. Your soft stomach. Nuzzle your neck and nip your earlobes.”
    She smiled. Such sweet promises. “There’s always next time,” she quipped.
    “You betcha. And the time after that.” He withdrew from her, removed the condom and disposed of it. And then he gently helped her out of the restraints.
    She was shaking all over when he carried her to his bedroom down the hall and laid her on the world’s softest bed. Warm, safe and adored. It simply didn’t get any better than this.
    If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

Chapter Six
     
    “Elena, wake up.”
    It took Elena about ten seconds to remember where she was, and another thirty to gather up the strength to open her eyes. Oh, she was so sleepy, and achy all over. It was a good achy, the kind that came from using muscles that hadn’t been tested in a long time.
    Kyler lay next to her, his torso uncovered, the crisp white sheets a sharp contrast to his tanned skin and dark features.
    “I don’t want to wake up.” She snapped her eyes shut, wishing they had more time just to be together, another day. Week. Month.
    Mon day already. She hated Mondays.
    “Come on, sleepyhead. I want you to have a good breakfast before heading to work.”
    “Do I have time to eat ? What time is it? ” She lifted her heavy head and squinted at the glowing red numbers on the clock.
    “Yes. Breakfast’s the most important meal of the day. You’ll just have to make time .”
    “Oh my God! Is it really seven-thirty?” Now fully awake, she rolled onto her side. “ I’ll never make it to work on time .” Nearly in a panic, she flung her legs over the side of the bed. “ I have to get home, shower, change my clothes — ”
    “Whoa, hold up there. You’ve