Firebird by Annabel Joseph

for his neck, wound tentative fingers in his short, disheveled hair. She marveled at how soft it was. He didn’t tell her to stop, so she pulled him closer. His breath tickled her brow and blew down her neck. He kissed her, endless kisses, fast, slow, wet, deep. His fingers on her hip didn’t stop, not once. They continued to knead the ache away as he fed on her lips, sucked on her tongue. He captured her tiny moans and pleas in his mouth that still tasted faintly of her.
    Her desire had only been whetted by the orgasm he gave her. She wanted to feel him inside her, feel him overpower her with his strength and his cock. But he seemed to enjoy teasing her in her needy condition. He cupped her face, licked her lips, made soothing sounds that only fueled the flames. She gazed up at him with a soft whine.
    “Prosper,” he whispered against her ear. “What’s the matter?”
    “Please, Sir! Please!”

    Oh, the begging was gorgeous. He almost came right there, right on her belly, as he knelt over her. She begged so well, not fake like so many women. It was breathless, primitive begging. He thought he was probably falling in love.
    He turned her over and parted her thighs wide with his knees. He stretched her arms high above her head and held them against the sheets. Her gorgeous ass arched off the bed, round and inviting. He wanted to spank it, make it scarlet and sore, but he couldn’t take the time for that now. Any hunger she felt, he was sure he felt tenfold. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “You lie there and wait.”
    He got up, rolled on a condom. When he knelt back on the bed, he pulled her hips up and held them firmly in his hands. It was good that he’d made her come earlier because he wouldn’t last long enough to make her come again. He pulled her arms back down and made her cross her wrists at the small of her back. He held them there with one hand, while his other hand snaked around the front of her to hold her fast for his initial deep thrust.
    She cried out, a sexy sound that drove him crazy. She was so alive, so responsive when he fucked her, he could practically feel her nerves vibrating against his skin. How could she be so serious and reserved in the studio and yet so unfettered in bed? It confounded him. But he couldn’t think of that now. He wanted to think about fucking her, plunging his cock inside her again and again as he held her so she couldn’t get away. He looked down and watched his length slide in and out of her pussy, advancing and retreating. He slammed his pelvis against her lovely cheeks, still holding her restrained. He basked in the feeling of controlling and possessing something so wild. His captured creature.
    He wanted to fuck her forever, hold her down until his strength gave out, but soon enough he was losing control. One particularly throaty moan and snap of her hips pushed him over the edge. His groin and balls tightened almost painfully, and he came in a white heat. He held her wrists hard as he rode out the throb and release of orgasm inside her hot channel. He didn’t let her arms go until his dick had emptied itself completely.
    He held her still, just kneeling over her, looking down at her prone figure. He had pushed her shoulders down on the bed so her back was arched. It rose and fell with each soft breath. If she had expected him to make her come, she didn’t make any remarks or pout about it. Good sub. She would come when he wanted her to come.
    He noted with satisfaction that she was completely calm and relaxed now. His cock-tamed slut. He rubbed the small of her back as he pulled out and tossed the condom in the bedside trash.
    “All better?”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” Her soft voice trembled with raw emotion.
    “No, don’t get riled up.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and nuzzled his face into her nape. “Are you mine? Yes or no?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Yes, you are mine. I’ll take care of you for as long as you belong to me. Do you know that,