All day they’d been buttoned up and presentable in a somber environment. Score was casting that from both of them, taking control of what they were. Being home, being alone demanded that they throw respectability aside to surrender themselves to the race for gratification. Their need was real. Score’s need was real. They were together and when it came to their desire, nothing would get in their way.
Being unable to see him heightened other sensations. Although he slipped into her easier than he had the first time they’d been together, it wasn’t as quick or as easy as Score would’ve liked. A growl betrayed his frustration. Shyla tried to relax, but it took time to get used to the new angle of their bodies.
His pillows pushed against her lower back, thrusting her hips toward him in a different way than before. Score pushed on, proving he wasn’t going to let her body refuse him. He thrust hard, forcing a yelp from her throat. Pulling back to drive into her again, his next advance went right through her. The head of his cock hit somewhere new in her, some place she hadn’t known was there. Her yelp of surprise was a mixture of pain and pleasure that even she didn’t understand.
Score stalled, but Shyla gasped in. “No!” she begged. “Do that again. Oh my God, do that again.”
A grin split her face and that time it was him who did as told.
Oh, she liked it. Whatever it was, whatever that secret corner of her body was, it liked his attention.
So much so that when, after another couple of thrusts, Score embedded himself inside her and stopped, she couldn’t control the movement of her hips or the whispers of breathy desire slipping from between her lips.
“Phoenix,” she murmured, her eyes almost closed.
He was moving too, stimulating her without ever losing contact with the heat that felt so good.
Her hunger shifted up a gear. Moving her hips faster, Shyla worked with him to bring herself right to the edge of climax. When it exploded deep down between her legs, her whole body experienced it all at once. Every part of her awoke to sing and scream in response to the new sensations her man showered her with.
While she was still trying to feel everything and everywhere, Score began to thrust again, speeding his way toward sating his thirst.
The need of his body penetrated hers. The weight of him reassured and excited every part of her. She was fizzing and simmering in the hormones of pure pleasure he’d released within her.
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling his climb to climax as his speed increased. “Yes, baby, please!”
He roared and drove himself hard into her, almost crushing her with the pressure of reaching his limit as he surrendered to the gratification he’d chased down.
From being occupied and cocooned by him, Shyla suddenly found herself freed. Score flipped over, letting go of the tie, releasing his claim of ownership. For that minute anyway.
She wriggled down to a more comfortable position. Score shifted his forearm for just long enough to loosen the binding from her wrist, then it dropped onto his forehead again. Freeing her hands gave her the opportunity to strip down.
Though she’d thought she was right at the peak of feeling amazing, being naked actually took her happiness up a notch. Once her clothes were somewhere in a heap by the bed, she clambered onto Score and began to unbutton his shirt.
“I should hang all that up,” she said. The dry cleaning bags were in the closet, so close and yet not close enough. Score’s only response was a sort of movement of his brow above his heavy eyes. “That was amazing.” Opening his shirt, she laid both hands on his chest. “You are amazing.”
“Finished yet?” he asked.
Shyla frowned. “Finished?”
“You said once we did it, you’d be over it.”
A grin leaped to her lips as she swooped down to steal a quick kiss. “And you were right to mock me… I think we should do it some more. Do it in every corner of the apartment while we’re alone.”
“That’s a lot of corners.”
Okay, maybe that was a bit much to ask for in one day, but Shyla had never been so exhilarated. “I don’t know why anyone ever does anything else,” she said, slithering down to rest her head right in the middle of his chest.
“Doesn’t always feel like this.”
Tipping her chin up didn’t mean she could see him, but it did bring his stag tattoo into view, so she traced it with a fingertip. “Because I’m new to it?”
Or because there were feelings involved with them? Shyla didn’t ask the last part figuring she’d asserted her feelings enough for one day.
“Partly that,” he said, resting a palm on her hair. “And because we’re not anonymous.”
Wasn’t quite an admission of love, but it was something. “I can’t imagine having anonymous sex. Just picking any random guy and inviting him into my body…” She shivered. “Isn’t it just awkward?”
“Can be. Close your eyes and get some rest.”
The day had been fraught with a lot of emotion; she was more tired than usual. The endorphins of orgasm were beginning to wane, but she wasn’t ready to disconnect from him yet.
“We’re going to be okay, Phoenix… aren’t we?”
He put a hand on hers to flatten it against his tattoo. “You’ll be safe. Nothing will ever hurt you.”
Except there were different kinds of hurt. Even though Score would never hurt her in anger, that didn’t mean he’d never break her heart. If he walked away because he thought it was best for her or to return to his family, she’d be in all kinds
