Give In To Me by Lacey Alexander Page B

than she already had.
    Kissing ceased at some point and when he rose slightly, she glanced down between their
     bodies to glimpse a large, rigid staff of flesh that made her gasp. And then his hand
     was under her skirt again, this time roughly pulling the fabric between her legs aside,
     and then came the firm, smooth thrust.
    She cried out at the penetration, somehow forceful and gentle at the same time. And
     she clung to his shoulders anew. Oh Lord. He was in her. So big. So filling. It was
     as if she’d forgotten. What this felt like. How consuming. How it became almost the
     biggest part of her, feeling so infinitely larger than its true size. And even though
     they both lay perfectly still at the moment, she’d never felt more powerfully taken
     by a man.
    Both of them breathed raggedly, audibly. Her lips trembled.
    “You’re so tight.” The words came in nearly a growl. “And wet, babe. You’re fucking
     drenched.”
    Neither observation surprised her. The first the result of not having had sex in a
     while, the second the result of . . . him.
    “Please,” she whispered. Oh God. It had come out completely unbidden. It was because
     she wanted—needed—more now, needed him to move in her.
    “Please what?”
    “Fuck me,” she whispered. Words she’d never said before. Because she just didn’t talk
     that way. But that was what he’d called it a little while ago. And that was what she
     needed now—as badly as she needed air to breathe.
    “Aw, babe,” he rasped hotly, and she still couldn’t quite believe she’d said it, but
     she liked that it turned him on.
    And she also liked that it made him begin to move. Inside her. The first slow, deep,
     potent drive felt almost like being entered all over again. “Unh . . .” she moaned
     in response as it echoed through her body. And as he proceeded to deliver hard, smooth
     strokes that seemed to reach her very core, she began to meet them, the rough friction
     creating still deeper sensation that washed all through her, filling her more and
     more.
    And he continued to look at her, through each and every powerful thrust, his eyes
     like hot, dark embers. She couldn’t quite meet them now, though—she wasn’t sure why—so
     she studied his mouth instead. The strong mouth that had kissed her for so long and
     so well. The mouth that had sucked her breasts. The mouth that had commanded, no less
     powerful even when speaking quietly, that she be a good girl for him.
    Because her lips were trembling and she was so distressed by how very much she liked
     being his good girl, she lifted to kiss him some more. And mmm, it was a good distraction
     from both.
    He returned the kisses with vigor, long and passionate at first but then ebbing into
     shorter, harder meetings of their mouths. All the while he plunged into her slow and
     thorough, each stroke making her feel utterly . . . dominated. And . . . tame. Like
     some well-behaved pet. What a foreign feeling. And yet . . . somehow it felt . . .
     safe. Even as he pounded into her so commandingly. She couldn’t understand that part.
     But she couldn’t understand
most
of this and, at the moment, had better things to focus on anyway.
    She drank it in, soaked it up. There was nothing else to do now. The fighting was
     over, both inside her and out. All that remained was pleasure. And, of course, thoughts.
     About how strange and shocking this was. But soon enough even those dissipated. Especially
     when he pounded into her harder, harder, harder. Each impact jolted her whole body,
     consuming her, and all she could do was cling to him, her arms wrapped tight around
     his neck, as jagged cries of passion sprang from her throat.
    She listened to the low moans that left him, enjoyed the feel of his hands on her
     flesh as he plunged into her moisture below, realized at some point that she’d hooked
     her legs around his thighs and hoped the heels of her shoes weren’t digging in to
     him