giving it to you. It may not seem that way, but I really am making an effort to be civilized.”
She laughed. “Civilized? You call yourself civilized? Seth, you are a wild animal.”
His eyes lit up like a wolf in the moonlight, making her shiver again. She sensed that her words had unleashed something that might have been better off left confined. He grasped her hips and pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees. The picture she made, made her blush even hotter, redder. Seth loomed behind her, his thick penis pressed against her bottom. He stroked her with his strong hands. “That’s what you want from me, isn't it? You love it that I'm a wild animal.”
The position made her feel too vulnerable. She murmured something incoherent and tried to scramble away, but he was too quick. He slid his strong arm in front of her hips, arching over her and holding her in place. “Trust me,” he said soothingly. “This is what you want”
She shook her head, frantic. “No, Seth. I feel too—”
“Wait,” he urged, his hands petting and soothing. “Give it a minute. Let me touch you... like this. Spread your legs wider. That's right That beautiful ass, open like a peach, all juicy and sweet. I won't do anything you don't like, Raine. I promise you'll love it.”
His fingers slipped tenderly along the delicate folds of her sex, and blissfully sensual tremors shook her at his skilful touch. He pushed her legs wider, murmuring his approval when she didn't resist.
“You'll love it like this,” His voice was a hypnotic rasp of desire. “You know why? Because you're a wild animal too, Raine. Just like me.”
He slid his thumb tenderly around her clitoris. She moved against his hand, seeking deeper contact. She had thought that the submissive position would make her feel weak and helpless, but it didn't. Not at all. It slid into focus and flooded her with heat She felt savage and hungry, full of fierce, primal yearning. All the energy of nature woke up inside her, charging her with its pure, wild potency.
She felt strong. Furious at him for his arrogance, for teasing, for making her wait She arched her back, seducing him with her body, with her naked, honest animal self. She looked into his eyes, saw his helpless response. For a bare instant, she had a fleeting sense of just how much power she could wield over him. If only she knew how.
“Beautiful, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “Arch your back for me, raise your ass in the air. Give it all to me.”
She obeyed him, deep in the grip of his sensual enchantment, and content to be there. He could push her all he wanted, drive her all the way to bittersweet, glorious climax. She would die if he didn't
She almost wept with relief when he fished the condom out of his jeans, smoothing it over himself. She pulsed her hips against him with a sob of eagerness, desperate to have him inside her. He grasped her hips and splayed his big hands across them, holding her still.
“Don't worry, sweetheart You'll get as much of me as you want. Just let me tell you when “
“Don't play games now, Seth. You're killing me. I can't take it.”
“What did I tell you?” he said softly, caressing the swell of her hip. “I knew you'd love it My beautiful wild animal”
He nudged his thick shaft a little deeper, and she braced herself, pushing back. “I know your secret. Beautiful animal. You're so wet and soft. You love it when we do it like this. Don't you?”
She tried to speak, but her throat was vibrating, and would not obey any mental commands. She gave him a jerky nod.
He flexed his hips, pushing deeper, his breath ragged in the silent room. His slowness maddened her. “You like that?” he demanded.
She heaved back against him with an impatient gasp. “Yes.”
“You want more? How do you want it? Deeper?”
She looked in the mirror and was lost in his dark gaze, in the pulsing magnetism of his sexual power. “Deeper” she whispered.
His fingers dug into her bottom. “Harder?”
She nodded, opening and reaching for him with every part of her whole self. “Yes,” she demanded emphatically. “Harder. Now, Seth.”
He thrust deep, his body slapping against her backside, jerking a sharp cry out of her throat. “Like that?”
“God, yes.” She sought his rhythm and lifted herself up to meet him. With each stroke she was more soft and wet and wanting.
“Look at us,” he demanded. “How your tits swing forward every time I put it to you hard, like ... this.” He punctuated his statement with a hard thrust. “God. It’s the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen.”
She stared at herself, dazed. The sight was more erotic than the most uninhibited sexual fantasy she had ever permitted herself. Her hair hung over her face, her breasts dangled and swayed, her legs were opened wide, her bottom high. And Seth behind her, as beautiful as a god, his muscular golden body driving into hers, gleaming with sweat.
He was so sexy, so strong; his big hands dark against her white flanks, the tendons standing out on his throat. He studied their image in the mirror, fascinated, one brown hand sliding up to caress her breasts, the other delving into her damp puff of blond pubic hair.
She watched herself, astonished. Her face was rosy, wanton, almost frightened. And as she watched, he reached around and pulled her up against him, her head flung back against his shoulder, open and arched back like a bow. He pulsed his hips against her with slow, controlled strength while his long fingers coaxed, caressed, undid her. Sent her flying over the top in an erotic cascade of hot, bursting pleasure.
When she could frame a coherent thought again, he had pushed her back down onto her hands again, and was thrusting hard and deep. “So beautiful,” he muttered. “Your cunt clutches at me like a wet little fist when you come. I love it. You are unbelievable, Raine. Red hot.”
Amazingly, the fierce desire began to spiral up again. She arched back and worked herself against him frantically, frightened at the intensity of the explosion gathering inside her. He followed, his instincts unerring, gathering speed and force and giving her exactly what she needed to detonate the charge. One final hard, relentless push, and she hurtled, headlong and yelling, into another orgasm.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, winding it through his fingers. “Open your eyes,” he urged. “Watch me while I fuck you, Raine.”
She opened her eyes, gasping for breath. “Oh, stop being a cave man,” she snapped. “The hair-pulling is over the top, even for you.”
He grinned, tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head to one side, biting her on her damp neck. “You love it,” he said, watching her with each hard thrust. “Me Tarzan, you Raine.”
The goofy little line was so out of context in the dark, complex dynamic of their love play that it shocked a peal of helpless laughter out of her. Her laughter melted instantly into tears, and she collapsed forward, laughing and sobbing. She heard his voice against her ear, but couldn't understand his words. Then his anxious, pleading tone sank in.
“Don't cry on me. Raine, for God's sake. Please. I can't handle it”
“That's just tough,” she said, laughing through her tears. “If you don't like it, go find some girl who doesn't care as much.”
He pushed her down until she was lying on her belly and covered her gentry from behind, curving around her and surrounding her with his warmth. The carpet scraped against her cheek, the tears unraveled her. The sensations thundering through her body were almost too intense to call pleasure. He surged into her, tight and hot and unbearably intimate, his arms locked around her as he finally let himself come. His hips pumped furiously, his energy blasting through her body, lighting her up like a torch.
When she opened her eyes, she was lying on her side, her face wet, still shaking with tiny sobs. He stroked her hair, her shoulders, hugging her against him tightly. Nuzzling her neck with little, pleading kisses. She breathed deeply, and let the shuddering vibration subside.
Sweat began to dry upon them. He withdrew himself, got to his feet without a word, and went into the bathroom.
She tried to move, but couldn't. Her will was severed from her body. She just lay there on the carpet, limp and spent. She listened to the water run in the bathroom sink, her hair draped over her face. The door opened. He crouched down beside her, lifting the hair off her face and turning her face so that he could look into her eyes. She
