When I’m with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(73)
Author: Beth Kery

When he felt his balls tingle with impending climax, he forced himself to still high inside her squeezing, hot channel. He gritted his teeth at the sensation of the back of her womb pressing against his cockhead. She squealed. He leaned down and inserted a nipple between his lips. They were swollen from the clamping loops, blood-flushed and red. He lashed at the tender flesh with his tongue, wincing at the delicious sensation of her shuddering around his cock as she came. When he bit tenderly at the sensitive morsel, adding the abrasion of his teeth to the clamp, she jerked her bound arms from over her head and scraped his scalp with her fingernails hard enough to draw blood.

Climax seized him at the sensation. He erupted while pressed deep inside her, pleasure blasting through him like a firebomb. When it relented slightly, he fucked her shuddering pussy with short, hard strokes, still coming, still burning alive, wondering how she could satisfy him so completely, and yet he already wanted more.

He slowed, gasping for air, still planted deep inside her. She quieted by degrees, until her fingers in his hair caressed instead of clawed. She looked sublimely beautiful when he met her stare.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” he said. “I plan to fuck you again in a moment.”

Her fingers paused. “Already?” she asked incredulously.

“I have been waiting for this for a long time,” he said, stroking her clamping channel with his satiated cock and feeling the embers of arousal flicker and smoke.

A small smile shaped her lush mouth. He was uncommonly fond of her curving lips, that sparkle of mischief and fun she got in her sapphire eyes . . . everything about her. He leaned down and touched his mouth to her smile at the same time he withdrew and thrust deep again. She moaned. “I hope you didn’t have any other plans this weekend, because I plan to spend as much time inside you as is humanly possible.”

“I’m here to please,” she murmured, looping her bound wrists behind his neck and squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles. He gasped and began stroking her again. She spoke the absolute truth.

Did she ever.

* * *

Elise had thought he’d been speaking figuratively when he’d said he planned to spend as much time inside her as possible, but he spent a good portion of the entire night doing just that. When he wasn’t inside her, he was making love to her in other ways and making her scream in pleasure. He finally removed her nipple chain and jeweled cuffs, and they drifted off into an exhausted sleep an hour before dawn.

She awoke to the sensation of Lucien nuzzling her ear with his nose.

“The sun is up. It’s getting warm up here,” he murmured in her ear. “Let’s go downstairs and shower.”

Elise blinked sleepily and sat up in the luxurious bed. The sun was well above the shimmering blue great lake. It must be ten or eleven o’clock in the morning. She closed her eyes and absorbed the sun’s golden warmth. Memories from the magical night replayed in her mind’s eye. She turned to smile at Lucien. He reclined against the pillows naked, a decadently handsome sybarite, watching her through a narrowed gaze. He reached up and caressed her naked shoulder, trailing his finger over her skin.

“Every time I think you couldn’t look more beautiful, you make a liar of me,” he said.

She laughed. “I must look like a wreck.”

“You’re exquisite. You shine brighter than the sun itself.”

Her smile faded at his simple, stark declaration, once again bewildered by his intensity . . . his depths. She could tell he’d meant what he’d said, but he was thinking of something else, as well, something that didn’t match the gilded sunshine and their glorious night of lovemaking.

“Lucien? Is there something wrong?” she asked quietly.

He just stared at her a moment, blinked, and seemed to come to himself. “Of course not. Here, put on your gown,” he instructed, handing her the discarded garment and finding his pants, which he pulled on. He gathered up her jewelry and clambered off the bed. “Come on. Time to cool off in the shower.”

“But what about the bed? I think it’s supposed to rain this evening,” Elise mentioned dubiously as she followed him.

He nodded toward a locked ten-by-fifteen-foot structure in the center of the roof. “I’ll call someone from building maintenance and ask if they’ll break it down and store it in there. It’s an airtight enclosure. I think the bed will fit in there.”

“You’ve never stored it in there before?” she asked, studying his profile closely.

He gave a sideways glance and smiled knowingly. She blushed, suddenly certain he’d guessed at the reason for her question. “I just purchased that bed. For you.”

She grinned, unreasonably happy at the knowledge that he didn’t typically treat women to the decadent fantasy of being made love to by Lucien beneath the stars.

They showered together in the master bath, taking their time, washing each other with caressing fingertips, finding ticklish spots, laughing, and kissing each other’s smiles. Her nipples were still slightly swollen, flushed and sensitive from the nipple chain. Lucien played with them gently while they bathed, his gaze hot and admiring. She loved seeing Lucien like this, relished his unguarded manner, sultry stares, and fond teasing, and she treasured the knowledge that he’d loosened his self-restraint enough to show her more of his true self.

That required trust, didn’t it? she speculated hopefully.

When she noticed how full and firm his penis became as they showered, she reached to stroke him, but he halted her with a hand on her wrists.

“We’ll let it build,” he said, softly cupping an aching breast and tweaking a nipple before he released her. Something about his husky voice and steamy stare sent a thrill through her. At one time, she would have taken his response as a rebuff, but not anymore. He’d proven his desire for her exceeded her wildest dreams. His methods of restraint only served to mount the friction so that the final release was all that much more explosive.

“I’d like to take you somewhere,” he said as he dried her off with a towel a while later.

“Where?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” he replied quietly. “Dress in riding clothes. We’ll go see Jax and Kesara afterward and ride.”

Her curiosity piqued, she dressed in dark brown jodhpurs, boots, and a cream-colored short-sleeved blouse. As she buttoned up the shirt in the bathroom, she noticed that her nipples were still very sensitive, the material of her bra abrading them slightly. It was a pleasant, welcome sensation, a constant reminder of her night spent with Lucien. When she glanced at herself in the mirror, she saw that the peaks protruded from the fitted shirt, showing even through the light padding of her bra. She brushed her fingertips over a stiff nipple. Wincing, she pressed her hand between her thighs to staunch that sudden, sharp ache.