He pushed on the veil between them and felt it give way. She was exhausted, which meant he could get to her. He knew it might only be for a very little while, so he meant to make the most of it. Someday, he would break free forever and spend time with her outside of their bed, but for now, he’d take care of her the best way he knew how.
He smiled when he thought of it. On the online applications for the clubs she frequented, Sage identified as a submissive, and she was, but she wasn’t ready to admit that out loud to anyone… including herself. She would try to top from the bottom and would end up face down over his knee, getting her bottom spanked bright red for her trouble. They would spend their lives in an eternal dance for power… one they would both enjoy.
Roark was free. He was naked and hard as he crawled into bed with her. She was lying on her side, hugging a body pillow. Sometimes, depending on her need, he would spoon her and allow her to sleep in his arms, although his cock never agreed with that decision. It wanted to be in her at all times—her mouth, her ass, but mostly her cunt. She had the sweetest pussy. It produced copious amounts of honey for him to make a meal out of and allowed his cock to breach her easily, sliding in and out smoothly.
Tonight was not a night for cuddling. Tonight, she needed to be fucked, and he needed to fuck her… desperately. He loosened her hold on the pillow and pushed it onto the floor as he tipped her onto her back. Her thighs parted in invitation without his having to do anything. She needed him, and her body instinctively knew he was there to take care of her. Splayed on her back like the proverbial sacrificial virgin, she was ripe and ready for his use. Inhaling deeply, he smiled. She was deeply aroused, which made sense since she’d written several sex scenes, although she hadn’t completed them. His cock was aching with need.
He rolled over her, parting her legs and hooking her knees over his elbows. Lifting her hips, he exposed the beautiful, shaved petals of her sex, glistening with her arousal. He ran his tongue over his lips. If she’d finished any of those damn scenes, he might have taken the time to make her come from his tongue before fucking her, but he needed to be inside her. He swirled his cock in her juices to ensure he was well lubricated before slowly, relentlessly, pressing the head of his cock past her entrance into the deepest part of her core.
God, it was all he could do not to come like a first-time schoolboy in short pants. Her pussy was hot and tight as it surrounded his cock, pulsing in harmonic rhythm to the throbbing of his dick. Moaning, she shook her head and writhed as he sank his shaft into her wet heat, pushing forward until he was completely enveloped in her. She moaned again, and he could feel it in his balls. He reveled in the feel of her as he closed his eyes.
He dragged his cock back, her cunt sucking at him, trying to keep him inside. He surged forward with strength and speed. There were times he could hold out, fucking her for hours, but tonight wasn’t one of those nights. He hammered her, raw and ferocious in his need. Her hips undulated in his hands as he held her steady. Nothing had ever felt as good as fucking Sage. Nothing.
He changed the angle of his thrusting so he caught her clit every time he surged forward. Sage cried out as she came, but he held back, wanting to give her at least two orgasms before spending himself in her. He pounded her pussy, grinning as her body stiffened in anticipation of being pushed over the edge into another climax. Her eyes flew open as she came hard a second time, her pussy clamping down on him.
Again and again, he drove into her, hitting the end of her sheath with each thrust. His nerves fired all along his spine as his semen rushed up from his balls and down the length of his cock, spilling into her with the force of a fire hose. He pulled her hard against him, holding her tight as he ground himself against her. Her pussy spasmed, milking his cock for every drop of his seed.
Sage reached for him, and he felt the connection between them vanish in an instant. Once again, he was trapped, naked and alone.
The next morning, Sage woke, feeling for him beside her but finding nothing. Her phantom lover always left her inordinately satisfied and happy, but with a tinge of bitterness that he wasn’t real, and worse than that, she couldn’t even conjure him up in her fantasies or dreams. He came to her unbidden when she needed him most or when she was at her most relaxed. They were strange dreams. She could hear the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, hear the sounds of his grunts and groans as he thrust his hard cock into her over and over, and her own moans… but never had a word passed between them, and she couldn’t see his face.
She stepped into the shower, getting out just as her breakfast arrived. The waiter entered and set up her breakfast.
“Good morning, Ms. Matthews. I have your breakfast, messages, and mail. Felix…”
“Who’s Felix?”
“The head concierge…”
Sage
