Knight's Mistress
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She gave him a narrow-eyed look. ‘If you push me too hard, I push back.’
‘Agreed.’
‘And you’ll be my path to sexual enlightenment?’
‘We’ll give it a shot,’ he said with a smile, feeling as though a path to enlightenment of another kind may have opened up for him. One with a very pretty guide currently warming his cock. ‘Rules now or tomorrow?’
‘Let’s start slow with vanilla sex tonight. Tomorrow I’ll sign anything – just kidding. I’ve learned my lesson about signing your contracts.’
‘I’m glad you’re staying.’ His smile was warm as a summer day. ‘I thought I might have scared you off.’
‘I don’t scare easily – especially when I want something. We’re not so different there. But where you want to control things, I operate purely on instinct. In my kind of work you never know what’s coming up, where you’re going, what’s behind the next portal. The great unknown is my adrenalin rush, my happiness hormone, the guilty thrill, the feeling of invincibility. Don’t get me wrong. If I see a cliff up ahead, I stop. But otherwise …’ She smiled. ‘So how about it? Are we cool with this sex thing?’
‘Definitely. Would you like to come a few times now?’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’
‘Come on, babe, let me show you a good time,’ he said, moving towards the windows once again. ‘I’ve been thinking about doing this since our drinks at the bar. What better addition to a bucket list than to climax while looking out over one of the best views in the world? How does that sound?’
‘Anything with the word climax in it is on my bucket list.’
He carried her to the corner of the room where the glass window walls met, so they both could take in the view, even with her back against one of the windows. ‘Which direction do you want?’
‘I want the one where your dick hits my G-spot. I have a real preference for G-spot orgasms.’
He grinned. ‘Apparently the view is secondary.’
She smiled back. ‘Maybe later.’
‘In a hurry?’
‘Always. It’s part of my adrenalin-rush personality.’
‘Gotcha.’ He’d have to see about changing that, but not tonight. She wanted vanilla, she’d get vanilla. He positioned her so her back was against the east window with the better view, shifted his hands slightly to tilt her hips at the right angle, smiled at her, asked, ‘Ready?’
‘Yesterday,’ she whispered back, arching up to kiss his chin, then his mouth as he lowered his head to accommodate her. ‘God, you’re polite,’ she breathed against his mouth.
‘Try this for polite.’ And he slowly forced his way deeper into her hot, slick, gloriously snug sex.
Holding his shoulders, she leaned forward, ran her tongue along his collarbone, in some primal act of acquiescence, and sighed with pleasure as he filled her by slow degrees.
‘Just a warning,’ he whispered, as he slid deeper into her melting heat, ‘I’m going to fuck you for the next six days, everywhere and every possible way … all day, every day.’
She was panting in little breathy gasps and so slippery wet he only felt pressure not friction, and when he was finally completely submerged, he thought with deep appreciation, Christ she’s tight.
At that exact second, as if they’d both been gauging the proper balance between sensation and distance, he grunted in satisfaction, and her wild orgasmic scream exploded. The pealing cry echoed through the high-ceilinged room and left a ringing in Dominic’s ears that he recognized as approval for a job well done.
She was still convulsing when Dominic splayed his fingers wider for greater purchase and forced himself a small distance deeper.
‘No, no, don’t!’ she gasped.
‘Hush,’ he whispered, dipping his head, kissing her cheek. ‘You’ll like it.’
As if on cue, a second wave of raw ecstasy overwhelmed her, spread a lethal flood of agonizing pleasure through her body, bathed her senses in a glittering rapture so dazzling it brought tears to her eyes.
‘Good?’ He looked pleased. ‘Try this.’
Still cushioned in a sumptuous cloud of sensual delight, she was only half aware of the low, husky whisper. And before she could register the full impact of the comment, Dominic moved delicately against her favourite sweet spot and with a sharp cry, she climaxed violently again.
‘More?’
The voice seemed to come from another universe. Distant, unintelligible, shot through with cool, blue light.
‘Would you like to come again?’
She heard him clearly that time, but still trembling from aftershocks, she could only shake her head.
‘Sure?’ Engulfed in her silken heat, he was colossally horny, the feel of her around his cock, against his body, under his hands, unbelievably fine. Maybe he could be sure for both of them. ‘How about just a little more?’ Sliding his hands under her bottom, he slowly raised her up his hard length, then down again, gently, gently in deference to her numerous orgasms.
She softly groaned.
The familiar heated sound brought a smile to his lips. ‘Again?’ He lifted her effortlessly; she was small, light, and dripping wet around his dick. Always a good sign. He lowered her with slightly less deference this time.
And her small cry warmed his chest.
He was even more gratified moments later when she slid her arms around his neck and began to match his rhythm, he up, she down, slowly, slowly, amplifying, heightening the frenzy. Very quickly, their breathing accelerated, feeling took precedence over reason, the world narrowed to a slow, undulatory slick flesh-to-flesh see-saw of exquisite sensation. When her high, panting scream exploded, he half smiled. It never took long.
‘Agreed.’
‘And you’ll be my path to sexual enlightenment?’
‘We’ll give it a shot,’ he said with a smile, feeling as though a path to enlightenment of another kind may have opened up for him. One with a very pretty guide currently warming his cock. ‘Rules now or tomorrow?’
‘Let’s start slow with vanilla sex tonight. Tomorrow I’ll sign anything – just kidding. I’ve learned my lesson about signing your contracts.’
‘I’m glad you’re staying.’ His smile was warm as a summer day. ‘I thought I might have scared you off.’
‘I don’t scare easily – especially when I want something. We’re not so different there. But where you want to control things, I operate purely on instinct. In my kind of work you never know what’s coming up, where you’re going, what’s behind the next portal. The great unknown is my adrenalin rush, my happiness hormone, the guilty thrill, the feeling of invincibility. Don’t get me wrong. If I see a cliff up ahead, I stop. But otherwise …’ She smiled. ‘So how about it? Are we cool with this sex thing?’
‘Definitely. Would you like to come a few times now?’
‘I thought you’d never ask.’
‘Come on, babe, let me show you a good time,’ he said, moving towards the windows once again. ‘I’ve been thinking about doing this since our drinks at the bar. What better addition to a bucket list than to climax while looking out over one of the best views in the world? How does that sound?’
‘Anything with the word climax in it is on my bucket list.’
He carried her to the corner of the room where the glass window walls met, so they both could take in the view, even with her back against one of the windows. ‘Which direction do you want?’
‘I want the one where your dick hits my G-spot. I have a real preference for G-spot orgasms.’
He grinned. ‘Apparently the view is secondary.’
She smiled back. ‘Maybe later.’
‘In a hurry?’
‘Always. It’s part of my adrenalin-rush personality.’
‘Gotcha.’ He’d have to see about changing that, but not tonight. She wanted vanilla, she’d get vanilla. He positioned her so her back was against the east window with the better view, shifted his hands slightly to tilt her hips at the right angle, smiled at her, asked, ‘Ready?’
‘Yesterday,’ she whispered back, arching up to kiss his chin, then his mouth as he lowered his head to accommodate her. ‘God, you’re polite,’ she breathed against his mouth.
‘Try this for polite.’ And he slowly forced his way deeper into her hot, slick, gloriously snug sex.
Holding his shoulders, she leaned forward, ran her tongue along his collarbone, in some primal act of acquiescence, and sighed with pleasure as he filled her by slow degrees.
‘Just a warning,’ he whispered, as he slid deeper into her melting heat, ‘I’m going to fuck you for the next six days, everywhere and every possible way … all day, every day.’
She was panting in little breathy gasps and so slippery wet he only felt pressure not friction, and when he was finally completely submerged, he thought with deep appreciation, Christ she’s tight.
At that exact second, as if they’d both been gauging the proper balance between sensation and distance, he grunted in satisfaction, and her wild orgasmic scream exploded. The pealing cry echoed through the high-ceilinged room and left a ringing in Dominic’s ears that he recognized as approval for a job well done.
She was still convulsing when Dominic splayed his fingers wider for greater purchase and forced himself a small distance deeper.
‘No, no, don’t!’ she gasped.
‘Hush,’ he whispered, dipping his head, kissing her cheek. ‘You’ll like it.’
As if on cue, a second wave of raw ecstasy overwhelmed her, spread a lethal flood of agonizing pleasure through her body, bathed her senses in a glittering rapture so dazzling it brought tears to her eyes.
‘Good?’ He looked pleased. ‘Try this.’
Still cushioned in a sumptuous cloud of sensual delight, she was only half aware of the low, husky whisper. And before she could register the full impact of the comment, Dominic moved delicately against her favourite sweet spot and with a sharp cry, she climaxed violently again.
‘More?’
The voice seemed to come from another universe. Distant, unintelligible, shot through with cool, blue light.
‘Would you like to come again?’
She heard him clearly that time, but still trembling from aftershocks, she could only shake her head.
‘Sure?’ Engulfed in her silken heat, he was colossally horny, the feel of her around his cock, against his body, under his hands, unbelievably fine. Maybe he could be sure for both of them. ‘How about just a little more?’ Sliding his hands under her bottom, he slowly raised her up his hard length, then down again, gently, gently in deference to her numerous orgasms.
She softly groaned.
The familiar heated sound brought a smile to his lips. ‘Again?’ He lifted her effortlessly; she was small, light, and dripping wet around his dick. Always a good sign. He lowered her with slightly less deference this time.
And her small cry warmed his chest.
He was even more gratified moments later when she slid her arms around his neck and began to match his rhythm, he up, she down, slowly, slowly, amplifying, heightening the frenzy. Very quickly, their breathing accelerated, feeling took precedence over reason, the world narrowed to a slow, undulatory slick flesh-to-flesh see-saw of exquisite sensation. When her high, panting scream exploded, he half smiled. It never took long.
