another wave of desire coursing through her body. All she could do was to lie back and enjoy the ride.
Letting go wasn’t ever easy. Part of her always wanted to maintain at least a modicum of control. She feared ever releasing herself to another entirely. What if she never got herself back?
Yet in Josef’s hands, she felt safe, knew that he wouldn’t let her go too far. Taking another step toward complete abandonment, she relaxed her legs and let him play with her most private parts.
Sensing the change in her, Josef pressed his advantage, sliding his fingers down to her soaked pussy. She was ready. She was more than ready. How had she managed to keep control so long?
Yet he was selfish. Denying orgasms allowed the body’s energy to build so that, when it finally released, the resulting explosion would make for an incredible ride. And he wanted to be inside her when that happened. They would ride together.
Quickly he stood, his cock fueled by her cries of protest as he once more left her body on the edge. Stripping off his pants and briefs, he turned to face her, to give her a good look at what she was about to be invaded with.
Freed, his cock stretched nearly the length of Carla’s forearm. The thick shaft, now ridged with veins filled nearly to bursting, looked to be almost as big around as one of her slender wrists. Carla’s eyes widened in appreciation, which made his balls bunch in anticipation.
But he had to be certain she was ready. She was his to dominate, to tie up, to play with, but not to hurt. He liked Ms. Carla Braun far too much to scare her away after one evening together. And there was the little fact that causing harm went against his nature.
Of course, he didn’t need to tell her that. Let her think what she would, it was all a part of the slow psychological game he played with her mind.
“I’m going to take you hard, Carla. You’ll stretch for me and welcome me in.”
“Please…” Her voice trailed off and he didn’t know if she begged for or against his entrance.
“Color,” he demanded.
She arched her back and brought her knees up, her legs open wide. “Green.”
And yet her brow furrowed and her breath caught. Perfect.
Quickly slipping on a condom, he stretched out beside her once more. “Beg me,” he whispered as his hand slid possessively between her legs and to her pussy. Her clit, still swollen from his previous use, peeked through her nether lips and Josef fingered it, watching her head toss between her captured arms.
“Please, Josef. Please take me.”
“Where? Where do you want to go?” His voice, rough with desire, pushed her deeper.
“I want…I want… Dammit, I want to come!” She nearly screamed the last word before dropping her voice, pleading, “Please, Josef. Please let me come.”
He slipped a finger inside her, quickly adding a second one. “Not until given permission,” he told her, sliding in a third finger to stretch her.
Above her head, her hands balled into fists as she clenched her muscles, her determination to obey him holding steady. He slid in a fourth finger and realized that, with a little more work, he could slide his entire fist inside.
His cock protested that thought, however. His own need overruled and he shifted his weight, poising between her legs. Even sheathed, he could feel the heat from her pussy drawing him in.
“Open for me,” he murmured, rubbing the tip of his cock in her juices.
“Yes,” she replied, pressing her hips upward and inviting him inside.
Moving gently, he pressed the sensitive tip of his cock against her pussy, testing her, testing himself. Such a delicate agony, to be so close to her warm embrace… He slid out and in again, still no farther than the ridge just behind the head of his cock. To go deeper would destroy the remaining shreds of his control.
And then she opened her eyes. Trust and openness showed there. She mouthed a single word, “Please,” and his control shattered.
He entered her deeply, feeling her muscles protest, listening to her cry out as he filled her. His muscles worked to pull out and plunge in again, her body giving way. A third thrust and she moved with him. She pulled him in, her tight pussy begging, needing to be taken.
God, he wanted to come! But not yet. He still had that modicum of control. Not until he felt her go over the edge. Groaning out his need, he pushed in and held himself inside, tormenting them both.
“Open your eyes, Carla. Let me see you come.”
She obeyed, his control over her complete. Agony mingled with ecstasy in her eyes as he commanded her body. She was his to possess, his to own. She gave him everything.
“Come for me, little one. Let me feel…”
The muscles of her pussy contracted painfully around his cock and her body arched. Her eyes lost focus although her gaze never left his face. He’d glimpsed the passion she was capable of before, now it beamed from her in unfettered, raw emotion. She gave her orgasm with every part of her being.
Passion begets passion. His balls tightened painfully and he knew his control was doomed. Never before had a woman given so much of herself so completely. She held nothing back. Her complete submission undid him.
He could hold off no longer. He moved with her, feeding her orgasm, prolonging it. She was beautiful, and she was his. Holding himself still, he relished the pain in his balls, the raw sensitivity of his cock before forcing himself just a hair deeper.
Their bodies convulsed together. The abyss opened and willingly he dropped into it, their souls connected, their bodies one. Her pussy contracted around his cock, the muscles pulling his seed from him in hot spurts. The condom filled and still she urged him on, milking him of every last drop.
And when he was empty, when the world slowly came back into focus, he looked down at the woman who had so totally undone him. A strand of hair had fallen across her face, a face still flushed with their shared passion. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled at him.
His arms shook in shock. This woman, a one-night layover in a city he hated, had somehow entered his heart. He wanted her. For more than just this one evening. Lowering himself, he laid his head beside hers, his softening cock still buried deep in her pussy.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.
Chapter Four
Carla drifted in a haze of satiated relaxation. Josef had stayed inside her until nature parted them, releasing them both from her firm grip. He’d unlocked the cuffs and removed his condom, then climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms, where she drifted between sleep and contentment.
His stomach growled. She chuckled and turned over to face him. His hair, unbound and falling over his shoulders, gave him a rakish air, and the guilty grin did nothing to dispel the image of a satisfied Norseman.
“Sorry ‘bout that.”
He spoke slowly, replete, his voice as languid as she felt. Did she have any bones left? Apparently so, for she reached up and cupped his face with her hand.
“Smile for me,” she told him, her voice as languorous as his.
“Why?” Even as he asked, he did her bidding.
She grinned in return, her fingers exploring the wonderful valleys and ridges of his dimpled cheeks. “Because I like how your face crinkles when you do.”
His stomach growled again and he sighed. “Sorry again, but a man’s stomach has a mind of its own.”
Taking a deep breath, she rolled onto her back and stretched, her body aching in all the right places. His hand fell onto her breast, kneading it, and he moved closer, placing little kisses on her skin. She moaned and ran her hand down his back.
At which point his stomach became positively insistent. She snorted in laughter as he sat up and looked at the offending part of his anatomy.
“I guess I shouldn’t have skipped lunch if I was also going to skip dinner.”
“You didn’t each lunch? No wonder.” Giving a final stretch, Carla sat up. “We need to feed you or you’ll faint
