Love Me Twice (7 page)

He drew a single finger across her slit, confirming what they both already knew. She was wet and ready, and. . . needy. She’d missed this. Missed his touch. His commanding voice. Missed the way he took responsibility for the decisions. In their line of work, making decisions, sometimes life and death ones, was a way of life. Sean carried the burden better than she ever had.

“Say it.”

She moaned, and his finger flicked against her clit. She wanted, needed this, but it was harder than she expected to let go, give him everything, her body, her soul.

The words broke from her on a groan. “I want you.”

One strong hand slid along the curve of her butt, over her hip, and down her thigh as Sean stretched his heavily muscled body over hers. His other hand traced her shoulder to her nape and fingered the Platinum band there. His warm breath fanned the length of her neck and sent a wave of anticipation along her spine.

“We talked. We ate.”

He didn’t have to finish the list. She knew what they were going to do next. Everything inside her craved it, craved him. Always him.

She splayed her hands on the cold leather for support. Sean stood and wrenched her arms to her back. One hand shackled her wrists at the small of her back. And just like that, she relinquished control, gave her entire being over to Sean to command, to love.

His thighs parted hers as far as the scrap of lace allowed. She gasped as his cock nudged against her weeping slit. In the next second, he was inside her, buried to the hilt. Her body softened and opened for him, as if he’d uttered the magic words, and the kingdom was his.

“Is that what you wanted, Celeste?”

“Yes.” No use denying it. She wanted him, and he knew she loved it when he took her this way. The bench was the perfect height, the perfect shape for this position. Sean pulled almost all the way out and held there. She bit her lower lip to hold in her protest.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me how you like it.”

“I want you to fuck me. Hard, Sean. Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t disappoint. He drove into her with savage ferocity. The bench cushioned the blows. He held her wrists firm in one hand, while his other hand roamed freely. He touched her everywhere, searing her skin with each touch. Every cell remembered and came alive under his hand. Her nipples, tight buds now, brushed against the cool leather, a marked contrast to his heat at her back.

Sean released her hands and she slid forward until she draped like a rag doll over the rounded end of the bench, her ass in the air. He held her legs easily with his arms wrapped around her thighs. The new angle brought him deeper than before.

“Hard enough, sweetheart?”

“Oh. God. Yes.” Each word was forced out on his downward thrust. She used her hands to brace herself. Her breasts ached where they were smashed against the bench and rolled beneath her with each down-stroke.

He felt good. Oh, so good. Every inch of his steel was a remembered bliss. This was sex with Sean. Elemental. Raw. Sometimes brutally hard, but never abusive. She knew if she used her safe word, he would stop, but she wouldn’t, had never needed to.

“Take it all, Celeste. Take every god-damned inch of me.”

She did.

“Fill me, Sean. I need to feel it.”

He flexed his hips into her repeatedly. His thrusts rocked her to her soul. She couldn’t get enough of him. It had been too long, too fucking long. His cock swelled inside her, and the knowledge that she’d brought Sean, a decorated war hero, a fucking spook, to this, sent her over the edge. The orgasm swept through her like a Category five hurricane. Her pussy clenched around his steel erection.

The storm broke over Sean, and he let himself go. Hot come shot against her womb, and his name escaped her lips. He continued to hold her legs in the air until their tremors eased. Then he gently lowered her feet to the floor.

She lay there, draped over the bench, limp as a waterlogged sail. Sean stepped back. “Don’t move. I want to look at you.”

A fresh bolt of desire shot through her. Celeste groaned as sticky fluid trickled down the inside of her trembling thighs.

“God, you are beautiful.” He’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life. “You’re a work of art, Celeste. You belong here, in this room.”

He swept his fingers along the inside of her thigh, through the juices, mixed, his and hers. He straddled the bench in front of her so his back was to the shorter of the curved ends. Her body, satiated and draped over the sensual curve of the chair was enough to make a man weak with need.

“Raise up now, sweetheart. I’ve brought you dessert.”

Celeste pushed against the bench, rising enough so he could see her face. Her eyes were glazed, her features soft, a result of her pleasure and being deep in subspace. He needed to see to her, make sure she was all right. He had no idea how long it had been since she’d gone this deep. He had no right to know, but the thought of another Dom giving her this much pleasure made him angry enough to kill. He banked his emotions. There would be time enough to examine them later. Celeste had to be his first priority now.

He brought his wet fingers to her mouth. “Taste it, sweetheart.”

She curled her pink tongue over his outstretched fingers, tasted their mingled juices. His cock jumped to attention. He’d never get enough of her, not if he lived to be a hundred. He watched her reddened lips part and suck his fingers inside, much like her nether lips had sucked his seed right out of him. And then it hit him.

He hadn’t used a condom.
Holy shit
.

An image of Celeste swelled with his child flashed into his brain and lodged there. Something primal shot through him, and his cock responded like an animal seeking its mate. He jerked his fingers out of her mouth and rose from the bench.

He turned his back on her, running his hands through his hair, he froze with his eyelids and jaw clenched tight, his elbows framing his face. He had to get a handle on his control, for her sake. She was in subspace, or coming out of it, he had to be there for her.

“Sean. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. Relax sweetheart. I’ll be right there.” He sucked in a deep breath, held it, willed the oxygen to his brain. He couldn’t remember ever losing control the way he had just now. Oh, he’d fucked her bare before, but she’d been on the pill, and they’d been exclusive. Now? He was clean, he’d never taken chances that way, but he had no way of knowing anything about her life since she’d left him. Good God, she could get pregnant.

“Get up, Celeste.”

The air stirred behind him as she did as he commanded. What to do now? He reached for her, drew her trembling naked body next to his and simply held her.

“Sean?”

“I can’t believe I did that. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? I told you I wanted it.”

He slid his hands along her firmly muscled arms and folded her hands in his. She was so strong, steady on her feet, when he wasn’t. Her breasts were chafed from the leather. Otherwise, her creamy skin was unmarred. Her raven hair tumbled around her shoulders in disheveled waves. Put a frame around her and she’d fit right in with any of his brother’s art collection. His cock twitched, still rock hard, despite his worries.

“I know, sweetheart.” He softened his tone. Now was not the time for games. “I wanted it too. Too much. I didn’t protect you.”

He watched with dismay as she realized what he’d said, and the haze that was subspace vanished from her eyes. “Oh. Well.” She shifted from one foot to the other, her eyes darted across the floor.

He saw the scrap of fabric first and handed it to her. She took it and wrapped it around herself. She lifted her eyes to his pulsing cock. She was firmly back in the here and now.

“I’m clean, Sean. You?”

“I’m clean. I don’t take chances.”
Until now
. The unspoken words hung in the air between them. The piano concerto had finished and some new piece he knew he should recognize, but didn’t, provided background music for the drama playing out between them.

Celeste raised an eyebrow at him, and her lips curled up on one corner. “You don’t?”

“Hell no!” He brushed past her to sit in the low curve of the chair. “I never said I’d been celibate since you left, but I haven’t been stupid.” He propped his elbows on his knees, and dropped his head into his upturned hands. “Not until now.”

“No harm done. We’re both clean. That’s all that matters.”

He sat up. She looked the same. Where had her brains gone though? “Aren’t you forgetting your Biology lessons? You could be pregnant.”

“Oh, that. Is that what this is about? No need to twist your penis in a knot. I’m on the pill.”

He couldn’t fathom why that didn’t make him as giddy as a teenager with his hand up a cheerleader’s skirt, but it didn’t. “Oh?”

“Oh what?”

“You need to be on the pill?” His voice didn’t sound like his own, but he didn’t have time to wonder about it. She went from innocent to viper in a flash.

“You self-righteous pig! What are you implying? That I’m a slut?”

He remained seated. She might be a head shorter than him, and fifty pounds lighter, but he knew she could lay him on his ass if she wanted to. It was safer to keep said ass parked. He raised his hands, palm out. “Whoa. Back down, Celeste. I’m not implying anything of the sort,” he pleaded with her. His inner caveman screamed that she was his, and plotted murder against anyone who dared claim otherwise.

“For your information, pig head, I take the pill for. . . well, none of your business.”

Pig head
? Damn she was cute when she was flustered. “Why else would you take the pill?”

She glared at him, and he resolved to keep his butt planted until she cooled down. “Because
connard
, it regulates,” she swirled her hand around in front of her as if that explained everything. He must have looked clueless because she let out a part sigh, part grunt and rolled her eyes at him. “It regulates my periods. There, are you satisfied?”

She turned a shade of red he couldn’t name, and turned her back on him. He felt like the idiot she’d called him, but at least she hadn’t let loose on him. He was still in one piece, and he still wanted her. He swung around on the bench so his back rested against the inner curve of the high end, his feet found the floor on either side. Time to take her back under.

“Celeste.”

She turned to him. She’d always responded to that tone of voice. Already, her eyes had changed from annoyance to arousal. She was his, no matter how hard she fought it. He knew it, and soon, she would, too.

“Kneel at that end.” He pointed to the shorter rolled end, between his spread legs.

“Yes, Sir.” Celeste did as he bid, and he slid to a reclining position.

His cock bobbed against his abdomen in anticipation. He’d never get enough of her, ever. “Lean in and take me in your mouth.”

Her ruby lips opened over the head of his cock, and his rational brain dove to the bottom of the ocean, without an oxygen tank. Good God, she hadn’t forgotten what he liked. Her hands stroked and teased. She sucked his balls into her mouth, and what she did with her tongue ought to be a criminal offense. She took him to the back of her throat, and one precious finger found the spot below his balls that put him entirely at her mercy. His hips rose off the bench, and he bracketed her head in his hands in a futile effort to seize control from her.

She did something with her teeth and tongue, and he saw stars behind his shuttered eyelids. He thought he said something. He might have begged, he couldn’t be sure. He wasn’t in control of anything, least of all, his voluntary muscles.

He prayed she would stop.

He prayed she wouldn’t.

His body moved in time with hers, a symphony orchestrated by Celeste, conducted by Celeste.

Command her to stop
. His brain screamed the message. His vocal chords ignored the signal. Just as well, he’d die for sure if she stopped. As bad as he wanted to feel her sweet, hot, vagina around him when he came, he wanted this just as bad.

Celeste needed it, needed to be the one in control at least on occasion. He’d never let anyone rob him of his senses the way he did with Celeste. With her, he was vulnerable, open, exposed. She needed to see him this way, as much as he needed to be inside her, and he’d be inside her any way he could. Any way she would allow.