Promises: Promises Prevail Part 41

It was harder to say with all of his attention on her. "I don't think I'd like to be paddled."

He cupped her burning cheeks in his palms, forcing her gaze to his. "Baby, are you telling me that you want me to f.u.c.k your a.s.s?"

"I don't know." She caught his wrists in her hands, holding tight to him. She just didn't want him to look so empty. Against her p.u.s.s.y his c.o.c.k throbbed. Against her chest, his ribs expanded with the effort it took him to breathe. Oh G.o.d, he wanted this.

"Will it hurt?" she asked, hating the quaver in hervoice.

He kissed her hard. "Not in any way you'll mind."

She didn't find that rea.s.suring. "Will I like it?"

"I'll make sure you like it."

"How will you fit?" She flexed her hips against him.

He was huge.

"Nice and easy." He drew his hips back. His c.o.c.k slid down her slit, brus.h.i.+ng her a.n.u.s in a soft kiss before nestling into the crease. A forbidden pulse of excitement crept into her desire. "Just a little bit at a time."

Her bottom cheeks spasmed against his c.o.c.k, hugging it to her as if trying to tempt him.

"You like the thought of that." There was a wealth of satisfaction in his tone. He pressed against her. She sank her nails into his wrists as the pulse spread to an ache.

He moved a little and the sharp flare of desire took her breath. "d.a.m.n, you're as sensitive there as you are in your b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

"That's good?"

He kissed her then, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, twining with hers, taking possession. He pushed harder, settling his c.o.c.k more firmly against her. She couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but press back and try to understand the gamut of emotions tearing at her control. When he allowed her to breathe, he said,"Very good."

"I'll need my cream." It was half question, half statement of fact.

He shook his head, his hair swis.h.i.+ng against her cheeks. "I have something better."

"Better?" She trusted her cream.

"Yes. Better."

She followed his hand with her eyes as he reached for the bedstand drawer and pulled out a jar. It was white and plain and not the least impressive.

She bit her lip. "I'd rather use my cream."

"Trust me, baby, you want this." He nudged his c.o.c.k against her a.n.u.s, her muscles contracted with pleasure and fear. He propped himself on his elbows and opened the jar. She sniffed. It didn't smell nice like hers.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather use my cream?"

"I'm sure." His grin was sin personified. He put the lid on the bed. She caught her breath and closed her eyes as he scooped out a dollop of cream. He kissed her softly as his fingers replaced his c.o.c.k with a smooth coolness.

"This is going to make you feel good, Suns.h.i.+ne."

She thought he meant the act, but as his fingers parted her that first stubborn bit, a strange warmth began. She twisted her hips, arching up into it, impaling herself just that much more."Can you feel that?"

"Yes."

"It's going to get warm and then you're going to want to move."

"I am?"

"Yes. Just go with it. Move against my fingers."

"Fingers?" The one he had in her stretched her to the point of pain.

"I need to stretch you, baby." He pushed his finger in deeper. Her muscles tensed around the knuckle. It burned. She would have cried out except the warmth from the inside burst into a tingling itch.

"Oh, heavens."

"Shh, don't tense. Just relax."

She couldn't help but tense. His finger was in her and the heel of his hand pressed against her c.l.i.t and that itch was demanding she scratch it. Oh G.o.d, she needed him to move. He did, but not in a way she wanted. He removed his finger from her r.e.c.t.u.m, dragging exquisitely along the sensitive inner tissue, temporarily soothing the maddening itch.

"Clint, please."

He scooped out another dollop of cream. She caught his hand as the hot, maddening itch began again.

"No more.""We'll need a lot more." He slipped her grip. She twisted her fingers into the comforter by her head as he pressed his fingers against her a.s.s. "Relax now."

His finger touched her. Oh G.o.d, it felt so good. She bent her knees and braced her feet against the mattress.

"Right there, Jenna?" He circled the rim of her a.n.u.s with his finger, soothing her itch, but spiking her need.

She bit her lip and nodded. "Don't hold it in, baby. I want to hear what you feel."

He pressed in slightly, still circling her a.n.u.s, opening her. A second finger joined the first. One big hand splayed over her stomach, down low.

"Hold still now." A sense of fullness invaded her r.e.c.t.u.m. There was a bite of pain that quickly blended to pleasure as he seated his fingers to the first knuckle. He began to f.u.c.k her slowly, in and out, rubbing and stretching her, keeping her between heaven and h.e.l.l until with a hard push, he seated his fingers to the base, sending mixed signals of pleasure and pain to her brain, which seemed only interested in the pleasure and its need for more.

"Please." She arched her neck and screamed. It felt so good, but she needed more. So much more.

"What is it?"

"I need you to move."

"Not yet.""Not yet."

"Give me more."

"In a minute."

"Now!" She fought the restraint of his hand, her very womb aching for him.

He shook his head, las.h.i.+ng her abdomen with the thick dark silk of his hair as he kissed her stomach, her hipbone, her pubic mound, and lastly, her c.l.i.t. The pleasure shot like pain outward, sensitizing all her nerves to the potential for more. She hung with breathless antic.i.p.ation on the hot wash of his tongue over that straining nubbin, her p.u.s.s.y clenching in an agony of need, her breath suspending in her lungs.

She grabbed his shoulders, seeking purchase against the sensations destroying her world as she groaned, "Oh G.o.d. You're torturing me."

He nipped her c.l.i.t with his lips, restraining her jump with his hand, keeping her in place for the light sc.r.a.pe of his teeth. "I'm making you feel good."

And he was. Every word whispered against her c.l.i.t stoked her pa.s.sion, every brush of his breath held her hostage to the need for more. He gave it to her, scissoring his fingers in her a.s.s, the agony and relief driving her hips up into the descent of his mouth.

"Clint!"

"Right here," he murmured against her, the soft foldsbetween her thighs m.u.f.fling his drawl, but not his impact on her senses. He was her husband, her lover. He was everything to her, made her want to give everything to him, but he wouldn't take it. Wouldn't let her go. He just kept lapping at her p.u.s.s.y, drinking in her juices, swirling figure eight patterns on her most sensitive spots with that wickedly agile tongue, nudging her pa.s.sion higher but not high enough. Seemingly content to feast on her forever, while his fingers worked her a.s.s.

Oh heavens, his fingers! She needed more, so much more than he was giving her. More than the throbbing combination of burn and relief. She needed his c.o.c.k.

Driving deep, filling her full, soothing the agony of unfulfilled desire he was feeding. She needed him.

"Please." She arched her neck, her back, striving to break the restraints of his hand, wanting to shove her whole p.u.s.s.y into the hot cavern of his mouth. "Help me, Clint."

She'd never felt this way before. As if with just a little more, a little something more, she'd disappear onto the swirling hunger that consumed her. It scared her. Even as she wrapped her fingers in Clint's hair and dragged his mouth harder into her p.u.s.s.y, moaning when she felt the pressure of his teeth, she was pulling back mentally.

Afraid of this pleasure, so intense that it had to be a sin.

"Please."

There was no mistaking the fractured knot of fear in Jenna's high-pitched plea. Clint stilled his fingers and mouth. Her juices spilled over his tongue as she moaned and s.h.i.+fted. He traced a path from her c.l.i.t to her a.s.s with his index finger.

"It's okay, baby," Clint soothed, spreading her sweet cream around her tightly stretched a.n.u.s. d.a.m.n, she was so small she was going to have trouble taking him. He touched the taut flesh with his tongue. She gasped and jerked, no doubt shocked, and then more of her sweet juices spilled to coat his hands and his tongue. He let them flow around his fingers. If he were a less selfish man, he'd use one of the smaller toys in his collection to stretch her, but he wasn't, and he wouldn't. Not with her.

Not this first time. This time it had to be him. And her.

And nothing else.

He adjusted their position so her hips were on the edge of the bed. "Bend your leg, Suns.h.i.+ne."

He guided her with his hand on her left ankle. She wasn't a tiny woman, but she felt tiny in his hands.

Amazingly fragile. Infinitely vulnerable. He geared her foot to a spot near her hip, exposing the deep pink of her swollen l.a.b.i.a as he took her right leg and bent it carefully, knowing the scar tissue and twisted muscle wouldn't cooperate as easily."Let your legs fall open, Jenna."

She did. Slowly. Cautiously. He looked up the length of her body, over the opulent curve of her stomach. Her lush b.r.e.a.s.t.s s.h.i.+vered with the force of her breathing.

Their tips were engorged to a bright red, and by looking between, he could see her expression. Her delicate features sharpened with desire, her eyes luminous with pleasure and uncertainty.

He s.h.i.+fted up until his shoulders supported her thighs and he could rest his chin on her pubic bone. Her a.s.s milked his fingers, straining to get more sensation.

"You don't have to be afraid, Jenna. It's just you and me, Suns.h.i.+ne, and you know I'll take care of you."

"I can't control it," she gasped as if it were a problem.

"You don't need to control anything, you just need to let go." He worked his fingers out. Her muscles clamped down, trying to keep him in her. He worked them back and forth, easing them free for a heartbeat "Give yourself over to me, Jenna. Just let go and trust me to catch you."

He thrust his fingers back in, not as easily, pressing his mouth to her stomach as she shuddered and screamed, arching into him, thrusting against his hands, kissing her stomach as she shuddered and strained up for more.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h, Jenna, you're h.e.l.l on my control.""Really?" She braced her torso up on her elbows. She didn't look upset. He smiled and prodded her tight a.s.s with a third finger.

"Yes." She clamped down, denying him entry.

"Relax baby. Let me in."

"Sorry." A new blush raced over the first. Her lip slipped between her teeth as she asked, "Do I excite you as much as some of your other women?"

It was such a revealing question to ask, exposing so much of her soul that he didn't need to hear the catch in her voice to know how vulnerable she felt. He rubbed her engorged c.l.i.t with his thumb as he met her gaze.

"There's never been another woman like you."

She parted for the slow intrusion of his third finger, her head arching back and a long, drawn out scream of pleasure tearing from her throat as he screwed his fingers into the hot, willing depths of her a.s.s. He waited until her scream faded to eager pants. Beneath his thumb her c.l.i.t pulsed. She was very close to climax.

"Look at me, Jenna." She did, albeit with difficulty, struggling to lift her lids, struggling to focus past the agony of holding back. "There won't ever be another woman for me."

She blinked. He held her gaze, pulling back, letting her see his tongue before he sank his mouth into the hot fluid warmth of her p.u.s.s.y, lapping at her, staying longerthan he meant to, caught up in her heat, her taste. Her whimper brought him back to himself. He drew back, licking her taste from his lips.

"No other woman could ever taste like you." He f.u.c.ked her with his fingers, spreading them as he pulled out.

"No woman could ever feel like you." He thrust them hard and deep, taking her faster than before, knowing she was aroused enough to enjoy the bite of pain with her pleasure. Her scream sc.r.a.ped the edges of his control. "Sound like you," he finished.

She threw her hips up, taking a fraction more, her face twisting into a grimace of agonized pleasure. His c.o.c.k leaked pulses of hot seed, wanting to be buried where his fingers were, wanting to fill her with his come.

"No other woman could ever make me feel like you do, Suns.h.i.+ne."

He turned her over, letting her legs dangle off the bed, its height keeping her feet off the floor, perfectly poised for what he wanted. He stepped between her thighs, spreading them so they rested on the outside of his. He stroked the full curves of her b.u.t.tocks, kneading them, smiling when she gasped and her back muscles tightened in an effort to increase the pressure.

"Easy, Suns.h.i.+ne." He stepped forward bringing the wide head of his c.o.c.k in alignment with the s.h.i.+ny,reddened opening of her a.s.s, using just enough pressure to keep the head in place. He aligned his thumbs at the base of her spine, sliding them slowly up her back, over her shoulders, along her arms until he could enfold her hands in his. He lowered his head, relis.h.i.+ng the softness of her skin along his torso. Everything about her was so soft, lush, giving.

His black-as-night hair tangled with her blonde waves, pooling in sharp contrast as he whispered in her ear, "Until the day I die, you're the only woman I'll have."

"Oh G.o.d!" She shuddered beneath him. He pressed against her, absorbing her heat and the promise of pleasure beyond.

"That being the case, you need to take care."

He eased his hips forward, his c.o.c.k wedging against her soft flesh, filling the well left from the pressure. His c.o.c.k jerked and swelled. He gritted his teeth as his b.a.l.l.s drew up tight. A spurt of come leaked past his control.

She whimpered as it flowed around the point of their joining.

"No taking chances." He grunted, reinforcing his point. "No risking yourself."

Beneath the pressure of his shaft, her muscles began to part. Her hands clenched in his as her nails dug into the comforter."You're mine, Jenna," he whispered in her ear, feeling the truth deep in his words, shaken by the reality.

"From now on, no matter what, you've got me."

He pushed her control with pulses of his hips.