Strung Out (25 page)

“I’m going to take you here.” His finger rubbed against her untried anal opening, and a deep thrum of desire made her arch her spine. “I know the idea of Seth and Josh’s techniques turned you on. I want to show you how hot it can really be to have my cock in your ass.”

Fear warred with a new sense of awesome arousal that twisted her belly with nerves and desire. She’d never done something like this before, yet she wanted to. No second-guessing or uncertainty; her body demanded action.

His finger was covered in the juices running from her swollen cunt. Each stroke against her ass felt better than she ever could’ve imagined. Taking a deep breath, she pushed back against the pressure and was rewarded with a jolt of pleasure.

His finger dipped inside her tight hole. Pain warred with pleasure, and her breath grew ragged. He pushed farther until the sensation of fullness became almost unbearable. She squirmed, a whimper slipping from her throat.

His thumb slid through her wet pussy, entering her vaginal opening and pressing into the thick pad of muscle just inside. Her body softened, eagerly welcoming him. The effect of the double penetration was devastating. Sweat beaded along her spine, and she quested back against him, begging him for more.

“God, Talia, I need to come.” He ground his teeth together. “I want to take your ass.”

A heavy heat built in her womb, spreading into fire that flashed through her veins until it settled at the base of her spine. She wanted his cock inside her.

“Can I fuck your ass?” His voice was rough. “Do you trust me?”

His words barely penetrated the haze of desire that kept her mindless to everything but what her body wanted. “Yes,” she managed to moan.

His fingers slid free, leaving her feeling achy and empty.

He moved behind her, angling her body to match his. She’d expected to feel him press into her ass first. Instead, he thrust deeply into her pussy, wetting his cock in her thick juices before pulling out quickly and positioning the plum-shaped head at her entrance.

The quick dip into her pussy had been too much and too little. Her cunt ached with the need to climax. She needed friction and pressure and a hard cock inside her. When he pushed past her tight entrance, she was too overcome with pleasure to dwell on the flash of pain.

The feeling was like nothing else. He was hot and hard, and the pressure flung her over the edge of orgasm. The release opened her body, and she could feel his cock slide deeper inside her anal passage. Nerve endings untouched until that moment came to life, and she began climbing toward another climax.

He used one hand on her hip to hold her steady as he pumped his shaft into her tight hole. The other slid around and found the throbbing clit in the wet folds of her pussy. As he circled the tiny nub, her pussy clenched hard. There was a roaring in her ears, and she forgot to breathe.

“You’re so fucking tight, Talia. I’m not going to last. Not this time.”

Thrusting hard, he pushed her into a second climax. Her heart raced, and she closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning as the powerful waves of pleasure singed her nerves and left her gasping for air. Suddenly Erik groaned and pushed deep as he ejaculated, bathing her body in his essence.

A strong arm wrapped about her waist before he tumbled them sideways on the bed. His cock slid free of her ass, and her body protested the emptiness left behind. She could never have imagined anal sex to be so incredible. And yet she should have. Everything in her life with Erik exceeded expectation.

He shifted so that he could look down into her face. Reaching out, he gently brushed his fingers down her jaw. “Would you believe me if I told you that was not the purpose of my visit?”

Talia laughed and snuggled closer to his side. “Does it matter?”

His gaze traveled absently over the warped white ceiling while he lightly stroked the smoothness of her bare back. “Actually, it does.”

She propped her chin on her hand and stared into his face. He couldn’t imagine it was possible to forget the beauty of her eyes. But the difference between a half-remembered fantasy and the brilliance of the real thing was staggering.

He reached up with one hand and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face. “I never should have let you go.”

“I never should’ve gone.”

“No.” He pursed his lips. “You were right to go. I was an unmitigated ass. I can’t even try to come up with excuses for some of the things I did.”

“So don’t try. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway.”

He cupped her cheek. “It does to me.”

She nestled into his hand, closing her eyes with what he hoped was something close to bliss. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

Closing the distance between them, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

“So where do we go from here?”

Her words brought to mind the actual reason he’d turned the world inside out to find her. Pushing the sheets aside, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

“Hey, if I’d known you were going to do that, I’d never have asked.”

The slightly disgruntled expression on her face was one he’d remember for years to come, especially in light of the circumstances. “Patience, sweetheart.”

The tiny box was where he’d dropped it when she’d started to back away from him. Picking it up, he popped open the lid and fought back the insanely huge smile that threatened to overtake his face.

“Erik?”

He turned around and approached the bed. The intention hadn’t been to do this naked, but it would make the finale a lot sweeter. “I love you, Talia.”

Her expression softened. “I love you too.”

“I know I screwed it up the first time, but I want you to marry me anyway. I want to prove to you that I can be a better man.” He held the box out for her to see. “You make me a better man.”

“Oh my.”

He hadn’t custom ordered the ring from a top-notch jewelry designer. That had never been her style and never would be. He’d known Talia would appreciate the simplicity of the modest square-cut diamond on a plain white-gold band.

“It’s beautiful.”

He climbed up beside her on the bed, holding the ring out for her to get a closer look. “It was my great-grandmother’s.”

She lifted her eyes and searched his face. “I would be honored to marry you, Erik.”

He slid the ring onto her fourth finger, where it fit as though it had been made for her alone.

She held out her hand, letting the light catch on the beveled edge of the stone. “Can you stay here with me until I can give my notice and move back to Boston?” She flashed him a bright grin. “I don’t think I can handle going that long without you again.”

“Why would you move back to Boston?”

“Your work is in Boston.”

He captured her chin in his hand. “Yours is here.”

She worried her lower lip with her teeth. “I don’t want to live without you, Erik. But I’m not going to have people thinking I forced you to move here with me just to get away from your family.”

He thought about the twisted road they’d traveled. He’d spent more time hiding from her and himself than he’d spent showing her how much he adored the woman she’d always been. That would stop, starting now. He was done trying to make her fit into his world. She was already perfect.

“Forget everyone else.” He brushed a kiss over her lips. “We’ll live in both places.”

“Is that possible?”

Erik pulled her into his arms, knowing beyond doubt that this was where he belonged. “With you, sweetheart, anything is possible.”

THE END

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Kaitlin Maitland

Kaitlin Maitland is an avid reader and a rabid horse enthusiast with a love of drama in everyday life. She began writing at the age of twelve after growing tired of waiting for her favorite authors to write sequels. Now she’s scrambling to write her own sequels while keeping up with a variety of exciting new characters and settings. Kaitlin makes her home in the Midwest and while she has yet to travel to a distant planet, she finds plenty of story-inspiring drama close to home.

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