Only Pleasure

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Kia could feel the perspiration soaking her skin, dampening her hair. She could feel sensations whipping over her flesh, places untouched but still tingling in pleasure. There didn’t seem to be a place on her body that didn’t vibrate with the intensity of the arousal swirling through her body and her mind.

She wasn’t certain where she was within herself. She was no longer grounded, no longer certain where parts of her ended and parts of Chase began.

She only knew the pleasure was endless, flowing and building, rasping over nerve endings, rippling over her flesh, burning through her mind.

Once Chase had the plug inside her rear, inflated and securely in place, he turned her to her back and eased over her.

She couldn’t touch him. She whimpered at the need to touch him.

“It’s okay, baby, just feel for me.” His lips brushed over hers, a kiss so gentle, so tender it brought tears to her eyes as she twisted beneath him.

“I need.” There was no thought in her mind of ending it. She had forgotten she could end it, so easily. All she knew was the addictive need for more. More of his kiss, his touch, more of the violent whiplash of pleasure tearing through her.

“I know you need, baby.” He kissed her again, his tongue licking against hers as his palms cupped her face. “We’re almost there. Almost there, Kia. Do we go on, or do we stop?”

She shook her head, panic suddenly tearing through her. He couldn’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop. She needed. She needed to know where this led, where the pleasure would take her, how it would end her.

“That’s my sweet Kia,” he crooned as she realized she had sobbed out her thoughts. “So sweet, so beautiful.”

He kissed down her neck. He sucked her nipples gently, but even that delicate caress was nearly too much. She jerked beneath him, arching and begging.

He moved along her body, spread her thighs wide and eased himself between them.

“Damn you!” she screamed, or tried to scream the curse a second later as a slow, easy vibration began to pulse in her rear.

She could feel it. The nerve endings shot the sensation throughout her body, jerking her, causing her to buck as though she had been shot with a jolt of electricity.

At the same time, his tongue eased into the slit of her pussy. He did nothing fast, nothing hard. Each lick, each stroke, each time he filled the tight confines of her pussy with his flickering tongue she shot higher, higher than she thought possible. She was rocketing along levels of sensation, tortured with desperation.

She was sobbing with each flick of his tongue around her clit, each time he eased it into his mouth and laved it with the gentle sucking strokes of his mouth. He was too easy. There wasn’t enough sensation. She needed more. She was burning alive for more, trying to scream for it.

Chase clenched his hands tighter on her hips and gasped roughly. The scent of her need was like boiling nectar, like the sweetest syrup as it flowed from her. He pulled it into his mouth, as addicted to her taste, to touching her, as she was becoming to his touch.

“Yes, oh yes, Chase, suck my clit. Harder. Please, please, suck it harder.”

Her head thrashed on the bed as he eased the hard little nubbin into his mouth.

“Damn you.” She strained beneath him, the sobs tearing through him as he eased back, licked and sucked at her flesh until he came to the tight entrance to her pussy.

He stabbed his tongue inside her, stopped, held himself there and tasted her as she screamed, her flesh rippling as she neared that final peak.

She was almost there. Ah God, almost there. If only he could hold on. His cock was throbbing in pain, his balls so tight, so ready to explode he didn’t know if he could make it himself.

Perspiration eased in rivulets down her tight belly, her slender thighs. Her pussy was flowered open to him, deep rose pink flesh glistening with her cream as he licked around the entrance and eased inside her with his tongue again.

He could feel the vibration of the plug in her rear. The taut muscles of her pussy clenched around his tongue. When he filled her, when he worked his cock inside her, they were both going to die with the pleasure.

“Do it,” she moaned as he licked inside her again. “Do it harder, Chase. Please.”

He stabbed his tongue inside her. Stilled.

She sobbed as her orgasm nearly exploded, then leveled once again.

Almost. Sweet mercy, she was almost there.

He eased back, stared down at the flushed bare flesh of her sex and gently patted the sensitive folds as he watched her face now.

She arched. “More. More.” Falling from her lips.

The next caress was a gentle slap. Nothing hard, she was too sensitive, too close to the edge. Just enough to add to the vibration of the plug in her ass.

Her clit was ruby red and throbbing, glistening and desperate for release. Her stomach flexed, convulsed as her womb rippled with the need for climax.

He spanked her pussy again, lightly. He had to hold back, had to breathe through his teeth as he watched the reaction against the soft folds of her pussy.

More. Just a little more. One more taste of her, and he could have her.

His head lowered once again as he held her thighs apart. He blew a rough breath across her clit and watched it flush deeper, watched it throb in desperation.

He licked into the opened slit, circled the fragile bud, fluttered his tongue against her entrance, and sucked at it with gentle strokes as he heard the low, guttural wail that left her lips.

Her face was flushed, eyes closed, but it was her expression, the look on her pretty heart-shaped face that nearly had him spilling his cum on the sheets.

She was there. That final peak. Lost to the sensations in such a way that there was no pulling back. There was only that final free fall into ecstasy.

Chase dragged himself to his knees, lifting her legs until he had them braced against his chest, his hands holding her rear, lifting her, bringing the little, fluttering opening of her pussy to the head of his dick.

Her entire body was flushed now, her juices thick on her pussy and thighs. She twisted against him, perspiration rolling from both of them as her expression became more dazed, more desperate. Her nipples were rock hard, pointed.

Spreading her legs he eased forward and licked at her nipples, careful to keep his cock pressed just at her opening, no closer. She writhed against the pressure, trying to force him inside her.

“I’m going to fuck you, Kia,” he groaned. “So deep and hard it destroys both of us.” He eased back, his gaze going to the center of her body, to the folds of sweet flesh parted for his cock.

“Easy first.” He pressed against her. “I’m going to work inside you slow and easy, baby. Do you like that? You like feeling me stretch you, feeling my dick burn inside that little pussy, don’t you?”

She was so tight, so hot around the head of his cock that he swore he couldn’t hold back another second.

“There, baby, milk my cock, just like that.”

She was flexing around him, drawing him inside her, tightening as he felt the vibration of the butt plug through the thin tissue separating it from his cock.

Hell, he was going to come. He couldn’t handle it much longer, and he knew she couldn’t either.

He worked his erection into her, penetrating her with the same slow, easy strokes he had used in her ass earlier. It took too long. His head fell back against his neck as he cursed, prayed, as he fought back the cum boiling in his balls until he was buried fully inside her.

Fully.

Her pussy rippled around his cock, flexed and milked it as the blood pounded through his body.

He eased his hand along her thigh, gripped the control to the plug and raised the vibration.

She screamed, bucked against him, and drove his erection deeper inside her as she nearly came. Almost. So fucking close. So close he could taste rapture.

He gave her time to level, for the pleasure to peak without orgasm and then began the slow, easy strokes inside that pushed her higher.

Her eyes were open, but unseeing. She was in a place no man could join her, a place few men could take her to. The complete searing intimacy, the knowledge that he held her in the palm of his hand right now, burned into his brain.

Completely vulnerable, she was completely open to him. She would agree to anything here, believe anything he told her. At this point, her heart, her soul, her mind belonged to him.

“Be mine,” he whispered, knowing she was his already. The moment she reached this plateau, he had known, Kia belonged to him.

“Do we finish this, Kia?” He kept his voice soft, soothing, a rough croon. “Do we finish this, sweetheart?”

“Finish me,” she sobbed, dazed, her voice thick and driven. “Now. Now, Chase. Please.”

Barely coherent, the sobs tightened his balls to agonizing need. He drew in a hard breath, closed his eyes, and gave himself a second. Just a second to maintain control. When he opened them, he knew she was there. Ready to peak, to lose, for a few precious seconds, the last hold on reality once her orgasm exploded inside her.

He eased back, feeling her clench around his retreating cock until only the thick crest remained. He paused again, feeling the tension ratchet, feeling it drive inside him like a spike of pure ecstatic hunger.

He gripped her hips, his thighs bunching, then impaled her in one long, hard thrust.

She screamed, arched. Her stomach rippled, shudders began to tear through her muscles.

He paused. A second. Two.

“Mine,” he whispered. “Fucking mine. Mine, Kia. You’ll always be mine.”

He was barely aware of the words, lost in his own pleasure now. One hand moved between her thighs, the other clung to her hips. He found her clit, laid his thumb over it, and then began thrusting.

Hard. Deep. Powerful, forceful thrusts as he slammed inside her.

The slow rise to ecstasy quickened, hardened inside Kia. She could hear herself screaming, trying to scream. The pressure on her clit stroked her to ecstatic, glorious release as the hard, furious strokes inside her sent her into a realm of exploding planets, brilliant colors, and pure, blazing white-hot orgasm.

She was coming, exploding, the release tearing through her over and over again, throwing her, tossing her through space and light until the final explosion sent her careening into the dark.

She was still flying. She could feel it. She knew it. But reality ceased and there was only sensation, liquid, heated, overwhelming sensation that drew a dark, pulsating blanket of pleasure around her.

For long, intense moments, Kia didn’t exist. Just the dark. Just the blanket. Just the pure, undiluted wash of sensations that filled her senses and tore her past reality for long, desperate seconds.

He had won. She had won, because she felt him slump over her as she blinked, fighting to focus, feeling him shudder as his release spilled inside her with hard, white-hot pulses of semen.

They had won.

She collapsed beneath him, exhausted, weightless now. She had, for those few blinding seconds, lost consciousness, but while she had been there, while he had done as he had dared her he would, she hadn’t been lost. She swore, just for that moment in time, she had been a part of Chase.

She had felt his claim on her. Unspoken. Silent. Not even fully acknowledged by him. She had known the possession and the possessiveness. She had seen the darkness, and it was her as well.

Chase eased from her slowly. The feel of his cock, so sensitive, still throbbing with sensation, withdrawing from the tight grip she had on him, brought a groan from his chest. He eased back, turned off the vibration in her rear, and felt spikes of pure sensation race through his body at her moan when he released the inflated plug and eased it from her.

He collapsed beside her, tossing the toy to the table beside the bed, barely finding the strength to pull her into his arms, to hold on to her with a strength born of desperation.

Had he ever felt anything like that? Hell, he thought he might have passed out himself as his cum spurted inside her, filling her body as he swore she had filled his heart for long, endless seconds.

He didn’t know where she had taken him during those endless seconds of release, and he wasn’t certain if he wanted to know.

He breathed in long and deep, forced his heart to slow, to ease, then somehow found the strength to rise from the bed and lift her into his arms.

Carrying her into the bathroom, he couldn’t believe the weakness in his arms and his legs. He sat at the edge of the tub and flipped the tub stopper before turning on the water and adjusting the temperature.

He gave it a minute to fill the bottom of the tub before he eased into it, holding her against him as he settled them both into the comforting liquid.

“No,” she muttered, obviously put out as he adjusted her between his legs, her side resting against his chest. “I want to sleep.”

“You sleep, baby.” He grinned as he pulled a washcloth from the small shelf by the tub and gripped the bottle of shower gel he had put in the bathroom the day before.

The sensual scent of jasmine didn’t smell so good on his skin, but damn if it didn’t smell good on hers. He poured a thick amount on the wet cloth, sudsed it, and began to bathe her.

She deserved this. She had deserved it that first time he and Khalid had taken her together, and he had been terrified of sharing it with her. Of being this close to her. Somehow, he had known this would be different with Kia than it had ever been with any other woman.

She was going to end up owning him, if she didn’t already. And he couldn’t even find the strength to let it concern him.

He would know soon if she could handle the darkness in him. A few days, a week, if she stuck it out, then there would be hope for it. Because possessiveness was nothing compared to what he was feeling for her. He had nearly lost her the other night. He couldn’t chance that ever happening again.

As she dozed against him, the warm water rising around them, he washed her gently, kneading her trembling muscles, washing the sweat from her body.

He detached the handheld shower, washed her hair, and let a grin tug at his lips as her expression became sensual, almost catlike in her pleasure.

As he finished, the water was lapping at her breasts, warming her as she snuggled against him. He kept her there, holding her, careful not to arouse her. She would be sore tomorrow, and he wanted to ease the worst of the effects of the loving he had given her.

The loving. Damn, that thought should have had him panicking. Instead, it filled him with contentment.

“Ready to get out?” He let his lips caress her brow as he whispered the question.

“Hmm. Only if I have to.” Amusement lightened her voice, made it sparkle around him. Damn, he was a goner, that was all there was to it.

“You’ll turn into a prune.”

“So will you.” She smiled, her fingers threading through the damp hair on his chest as he grunted at the reminder.

“Come on, vixen.” He lifted them both out of the water, wondering which was getting more important, that nap or the need for food.

“You’re treating me like a baby,” Kia told him as he helped her out. He dried her hair with a towel before bending and drying the rest of her body.

“You deserve it.” He stared at her as he dried himself quickly.

“Why? All I did was lay there.”

He looked too sexy, standing there naked, still half aroused. Hell, maybe he had stayed aroused. He was definitely fine to look at with all the muscle and bronzed skin. Black hair fell around his face and sprinkled over his chest and thighs. He looked the way a man should look, she thought. Sexy, dangerous, and completely confident.

He shook his head at her comment. “You did more than lie there, Kia.”

“Yeah, I came like I was dying.” She laughed as he lowered his head and whispered a kiss over her lips. “I should be bathing you for the experience.”

He shook his head as it lifted. He wanted to tell her exactly what she had given him, but he couldn’t find the words. He felt strangely helpless, and that was a feeling that didn’t sit well with him at all.

“You pleasured me,” he whispered instead. “More than you know.”

Her eyes brightened, the gemlike glow deepening as pleasure flushed through her.

“I can feed you then.” She smiled. “I’ll find my legs again in a minute. I can cook, you know.”

Chase nodded. “After we eat, we’ll get some of your stuff and start moving you in here.”

Kia paused. She froze, actually, and watched him carefully. She wasn’t certain now that that was a good idea at all. It had taken her too long to find her balance in the face of his disregard to start with. She had finally settled herself into the idea of being alone, living alone, sleeping alone.

And she didn’t fully trust him, she realized. Not with her emotions.

“I was just learning to do without you. Now you want me to move in here?” She pulled a towel around her, suddenly uncomfortable with her nakedness. “Isn’t this a bit quick, Chase? Weren’t you the one who told me just last week that I didn’t want this with you?”

She was scared, she realized. Afraid to let herself believe and to risk his changing his mind in a day, a week, whenever.

She couldn’t do this. She could feel the panic rising inside her. The risk to her heart was too great right now.

“It’s not negotiable.” His expression hardened as he stared down at her, obviously more comfortable in his nudity at this moment than she was.

At his statement, her brow arched. “Not negotiable?” she asked him softly. “Then it had better get negotiable, Chase, because this isn’t happening. I’m going home today. Period.”

She moved to sweep from the bathroom, determination welling inside her. She was willing to be his lover; she wanted to be his lover. But the past weeks had been brutally hard on her. She wasn’t willing to chance that sort of upset again. Not this soon.

His fingers wrapped around her arm as she moved by him, the hard depths of those light ice-green eyes glaring down at her.

“This was what you wanted,” he rasped. “Don’t deny it.”

“It was what I wanted, emphasis on the last syllable of that word, Chase. I’m not willing to risk this much, this fast, with a man who until two days ago wanted nothing more than a few casual fucks from me. A man who walked away when I all but begged him to spend the night with me.” She pulled her arm from his grip. “I don’t want to lose you, but neither do I want to risk a broken heart again. Not this soon. Not until I know you want more than just the pleasure.”

“And I haven’t shown you that?” He moved in front of her, his expression creasing with a flare of anger, of male arrogance. “What more do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, Chase. Try winging it. That’s what I did,” she said calmly. “Because until I feel more confident about whatever it is you want from me, then I’m not giving you any more of myself than I have already. You could destroy me. It’s a risk I’m not taking lightly.”

He watched as she moved around him then, her chin lifted, defiance glittering in her eyes, in her expression, as he clenched his teeth and acknowledged she was right.

This was supposed to have been only for the pleasure. Now the pleasure wasn’t enough for him, and she didn’t trust his need for more. How the hell had he managed to fuck this one up?