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Authors: Daire StDenis

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He rolls us together so that I’m pinned beneath him. His breath is coming hard and fast and by the bulge lodged against my thigh, he’s completely turned on. He fights to regain control. “Today we do it my way.”

Frowning, I say, “I thought we did it your way last night.”

His lips twitch. “That was old Christophe. Remember?”

“Mmm. Yes. Vividly.”

He pinches my thigh. “You liked old Christophe.”

“Eh. He was okay.”

His eyes light up. “Liar. You loved him. He made you come three times. You begged him to make you come again.”

I smack his ass. “Okay. So I liked him. So what?”

“You will like
me
even better.”

“I’d like you better if you let yourself come.”

He shakes his head while insinuating himself between my thighs. “What if I told you that everything you’ve been doing—sexually—has been misguided? That your sense of enjoyment and ecstasy is limited by your sexual practices? That your inherent need to strive for an end goal limits your satisfaction.”

“Wait a second. Are you saying I shouldn’t try to have an orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Don’t you find them...umm...enjoyable? Because I sure as hell do.”

“Enjoyable, yes. However, much too short. Did you know the average orgasm lasts less than eight seconds?”

“No, I did not know that. But there’s a lot of good fun to be had, getting to that eight seconds.”

“Imagine how much fun it would be to stay there, or better yet, to go beyond. Being in an orgasmic state...for hours.”

“No way.”

“Yes.”

I think of how that might feel. I easily recall how I felt last night, the blinding pre-orgasm tension and then the release that was like an explosion tearing me apart. “That would probably kill me. I can barely walk after an eight-second orgasm. A couple of hours would leave me bedridden for weeks.”

He smiles. “Considering how enthusiastic you get during sex, it’s no wonder you can’t walk afterwards.”

I smack his bare abs. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy last night.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and swivel my hips suggestively.

He shakes his head. “You’re insatiable.”

“Yep.”

“You need to learn how to go slow. To relax. To enjoy.”

“Sounds boring.”

“I’m going to teach you.”

I elbow him in the ribs. “You can try.”

“First, I’m going to teach you something else.” He gets out of bed and flips the covers off me, leaving me naked. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Chapter
Eighteen - Christophe

“N
o.” I place my hands on my hips as we stand on the dock beside Joely’s puddle jumper. “I am not going.”

Christophe takes my hand. “We’ll be tethered together. It’s probably the most thrilling experience you’ll ever have.” He leans down to my ear, “Next to sex...my way.”

“God, you are so full of yourself.” It’s meant as an insult, but the prickling heat that spreads across my skin reminds me of how much I enjoyed Mr. Bossy I’m-in-control Chevalier and how he made me come over and over again as he willed my body into glorious submission.

“Put on the suit and get in the plane.”

The sweet tingling memories fade abruptly. “I am not getting in this plane just to jump out of it. It looks iffy enough as it is.”

“Come on, Tessa.”

I shake my head. “I’m quite content to stand on the ground and watch you die. I’ll even push you out of the plane, if that will make you happy. But to climb out onto the wing? Let go? Fall? No thanks.”

“It’s not falling. It’s flying. It’s marvelous. You don’t have to do a thing. Just spread your arms and legs, relax and enjoy.” He wets his lips and smiles as if he’s talking about something other than skydiving.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why can’t you take ‘no’ for an answer? It’s rather frustrating.”

“If you had done this before, then I would accept your ‘no’. I simply have a hard time accepting a ‘no’ when it is based on ignorance and fear.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“You sound afraid.”

“Fuck you.”

“Terrified.”

I purse my lips and clench my fists, fighting the urge to smack the smug expression off his face, knowing any show of aggression will just prove his point.

Damn him. He is so frustratingly perceptive.

“Trust me. I’ve done this hundreds of times.” He spreads his arms wide. “And here I am. Still alive to tell about it.”

“Yeah, except today will be the exception. Today will be the day you die with me stuck to you.”

“Are you afraid of dying, Tessa?”

I think back to the hut, to The Master—Theo—and his questions about death.

“It’s not that I’m afraid...” I say slowly. “It’s more that I’m just not ready to give up living.”

Christophe spends another fifteen minutes trying to talk me into it. But I’m not budging. Eventually he sighs. “There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“Nope.”

I’m surprised he gives up, but he does. Maybe he’s perceptive enough to see just how adamant I am about this. So, I wait for him and twenty minutes later, I see a speck in the sky; Christophe’s body plummeting to earth.

Oh God! I take it back. I do not want to see him go splat. I watch the rest of his descent through my fingers as if blocking out part of my vision is going to change things.

Within seconds, I see the parachute and less than ten minutes later, Christophe floats down, landing gracefully onto the sand just down the beach from where I am standing.

He didn’t die.

Not only did he not die, but he made the whole thing look easy. Fun even.

Damn.

After unclipping himself from the chute, he strides over to me, his cheeks ruddy and his eyes electrified with the thrill of the jump. He picks me up and kisses me, his mouth wet and soft and full of passion.

“Wow.” I say.

“You ready to go back to the villa?”

“Sure, but what’s the rush?”

“There is only one thing better than jumping out of an airplane.”

“What’s that?”

“Taking your clothes off and being inside of you.”

***

I
am not a runner, but I sprint back to the villa. You’d think after our crazy sexy time last night, after I came three times, I’d be satiated for at least twenty-four hours. Nope. I cannot wait to get into Christophe’s pants. Or for him to get into mine. While I love his Dom side, I’m really looking forward to some good old fashioned, randy-assed fucking.

We’re barely inside the front hall and I’ve got my shirt off.

“Slow down, Tessa.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.” I push my shorts over my hips and step out of them.  “You do everything fast.” Now that I’m dressed in nothing but my lacy white, naughty-virgin lingerie, I get to work on the buttons on Christophe’s shirt.

He covers my hands with his. “Some things are best enjoyed fast. Others slow.”

“Whatever.” Slipping my hands out from under his, I unbuckle his belt and manage to get the button popped on the fly of his trousers.

He pushes my hands away. But I’m not buying it. He’s got a killer grin and, let’s face it, the dude is twice my size, he could easily stop me if that’s what he really wanted.

“You’re voracious.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” The zipper on his trousers goes down. He does it back up.

So, I drop to my knees, unzip and then pull everything down before he has a chance to do it up again. With his already erect cock looking me in the eye, there’s not much for me to do except take hold of him and lick him.

“Dammit, Tessa.”

If he didn’t like what I was doing, he’d move. But he doesn’t, so I open my mouth wide and take him deep.

He growls.

I take him deeper, my mouth as wet for him as my pussy is and the more I suck, the wetter I get.

“Jesus, Tess. You’ve got to stop. Right now.”

This time there’s real passion in his voice. Keeping the tip of him against my lips, I lift my face. He’s looking down at me, his face flushed from more than wind and sun, his eyes wild, from more than the thrill of the jump, his chest rising and falling unsteadily.

I think back to yesterday and how he used my body’s response to determine what I wanted. How is this any different? I flick my tongue up his length. “You like it.”

“Of course I like it.”

“Then why are you stopping me?”

“Because if you keep going I will come all over your face.”

His words take me by surprise, they also fire my pulse which results in a lovely throbbing between my thighs. I tighten my hold on him. “It’s okay,” I say. “Do it. It makes me feel powerful to bring a man to orgasm.”

“It’ll be over too fast. Over before we’ve begun.”

“We’ll just go again.” I lick a leisurely lap around his tip and he cries out while fisting my hair.

“Fuck.” Finally he pulls himself out of my grasp, but I can tell he totally doesn’t want to. Nope. He wanted me to keep going. He wanted to give in.

Taking my hand, he says in a hoarse voice, “Come to the bedroom. I’ll show you how to touch me.”

“Really?” I say, insulted. “You don’t think I know how to touch?”

“You don’t touch, you excite. There’s a difference.”

Making a huffing sound, I allow him to pull me along to the master bedroom, to the lovely king-sized, four poster bed. If Christophe thinks he’s won this round, he has another thing coming. I eye the four poster with longing. I’m tempted to resurrect the Christophe from last night...

But the man gives me no time to work my powers of black magic because he moves behind me and starts kissing my neck. It’s lovely. His lips taste me and nibble softly on the cords made taut by the tilt of my head. While his tongue and mouth explore my skin, he finds the clasp on my bra and releases it, pushing the straps from my shoulders. Then he turns me in his arms, sweeping his hands along my sides and up my ribcage to my breasts.

“The body is a miracle, the nerve endings so sensitive.” He touches my face, my jaw, my cheek, tilts my head back, revealing the length of my throat. “Too much stimulation and the nerves stop firing.”

“Mmm,” I hum. I’m enjoying what he’s doing so much that I don’t really listen to what he’s saying.

“Too much friction, and the muscles tense, cutting off even more nerve endings.”

“Oh yeah?” I sigh as he bends to take my nipple in his mouth. While he’s exploring me, I explore him. My hands are automatically drawn to the hard muscles of his abdomen and the even harder muscle just south of there. I love the sound of his rapid intake of breath when I touch him.

I do not love the way he stops touching me to cover my hands with his.

“Here.” He takes my right hand and moves it lower, to that spot between ass and balls. “This spot, this is the root of me.” He presses my fingertips firmly against the hard knot of muscle. “That’s where there are bundles of nerves, muscle and tissue. That’s where men hold their tension. Their anger and aggression.” He shows me how to massage that spot. I do it but I don’t focus on what I’m doing because I’m too busy plotting out how to force Christophe to come.

Chapter
Nineteen - Christophe

T
he answer is simple. The man gave it to me, himself. All I need to do is excite him. So as I’m massaging that tight knot of muscle between his legs, I’m also stroking the length of him while grinding my wet pussy against his leg.

The effect is instant. His cock jumps in my hand and after a frustrated grunt, the man grabs my wrists, flips me onto my back and pins me.

“Stop.”

“Stop what?” I ask, wide-eyed.

“You know what.”

I wriggle beneath him. “Christophe, enough of this slow shit. Put a condom on and fuck me already.”

“This,” he says, pointing his finger at me. “This is what I’m talking about.”

I roll my eyes. “Just touch me. Feel me. See how sopping wet I am for you.”

And then I wriggle some more.

He closes his eyes and pinches his face as if he’s fighting a smile or a sigh of pleasure. Seriously? Winning this bet is going to be too easy. I take his hand and tug on it until he gives in and lets me guide it in between us. “Feel me,” I whisper. “Touch me. Please.”

Does he touch me because I said please? I don’t know but I arch beneath him, a legitimate response to his expert caress.

“You’re so soft and wet,” he says reverently.

When I move my pelvis against his hand and he orders me to hold still, I say, “I’ll hold still once you’re inside of me. I promise.”

Another groan, as if he doesn’t believe me—which he shouldn’t, because I don’t plan on holding still. No way. But he rolls over and pulls open the drawer to the bedside table where he deposited the condoms earlier.

“Can I help you with that?”

“Yes.” He hands me the condom and flops onto his back. I quickly open the package and get to work, rolling it over him. The second I’m done, I straddle him and direct him toward my clit, rubbing him in circles around my arousal.

“Jesus, Tess.”

“Mmm. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Too good.” Grasping my hips, he lifts me off of him, flips me over and crawls right back on top of me.

“How can something feel too good?”

He narrows his gaze while he bites the corner of his lip. “You promised to listen.”

“I am listening.” I part my legs and maneuver my hips so that he’s poised at my entrance.

“No, you’re not.”

“Christophe? Are you accusing me of something?” I try to fit my hands between us so that I can guide him inside of me, but, swift as a shark in a feeding frenzy, he snatches my wrists and lifts them above my head, shackling me with one hand.

I moan with pleasure because it feels good having him take control of me again. “Do it,” I say. “Come on, Christophe. I’m dying here.”

There’s tension building in his body. Wonderful tension that culminates in that virile spot between his legs.

“Fuck me, please. Just fucking do it.”

He pushes my hands into the mattress just as he pushes himself into my body. I cry out. He cries out. I try to free my hands from their bondage so that I can hold onto his madly thrusting hips, but he won’t let me go. He keeps me there, a willing captive in his feverish passion.

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