Chapter Twenty-One

Emma

"B e careful with that," he said, voice deep and throaty as I stroked the growing bulge in his shorts with the palm of my hand.

"Are you that fragile?" I teased, looking up at him.

Way up. This close, he towered over me. Smothering me with thick pecs, hard abs, biceps of steel, and shoulders so broad they should be encircling me.

I'd felt small before. But until Rhyse, I'd never felt tiny . Not in a sexual manner. My breathing was deep. Labored. The intensity of the desire Rhyse put off attacked me like the waves did the cliffs below us. It pulsed, stronger and stronger, merging with my own rising heat and taking on a life of its own.

The heat of his body. The cool of the shaded stone. The rough prick of the freshly split wood on the backs of my legs. His sweat. My wetness. His cock. My hand.

His lips found my neck. I moaned up into him as he lifted my shirt clear of my head, tossing it aside. Taking a break from his cock, I ran both hands down his upper body, each muscle a different part of him to explore.

My bra disappeared. I didn't even realize it was happening, I was so caught up in it all. My breathing was heavy, bordering on moans.

A finger teased one of my nipples, and I hissed, a smile creasing my face. For someone so large and so intense, Rhyse had the lightest of touches. He kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, dipping toward my breasts before coming up to cover my mouth with his.

I moaned into his mouth as both his hands found my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my hardened nipples.

"Fuck," he ground out from clenched teeth as I returned one hand between his legs, enjoying the hardness of his cock, constrained as it was by his shorts.

We both went for the other's pants/shorts at the same time. Our hands collided, and we looked up to find the other staring at us.

Laughter ensued at our mutual clumsiness.

Rhyse's faded first, the intensity in his eyes renewed. "I want you," he stated. "I'm going to have you. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whispered through a suddenly tight throat. "I understand. Take me, Rhyse."

"Right here," he said, pulling me to him and spinning me in one move until my back was pressed to his stomach. His cock dug into the small of my back. "I'm going to bend you over and slide deep inside you. Is that what you want?"

Hell fucking yes, it was.

"Uh-huh," I managed to get out, mouth dry, pussy soaked.

"Say it," he rumbled in my ear, his hands sliding up my sides, caressing my breasts once more, gently pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Say you want me to bend you over and take you from behind."

"Fuck me from behind, Rhyse," I said, looking over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. "Do it. Stop talking and just—"

He hauled my pants down and slid a finger over my clit without warning, cutting my words off with a hiss that swiftly turned into a moan.

Heat exploded from between my legs as he spread my wetness across my pussy with his fingers, touching and teasing every part of me. For my part, I had my hands on the side of the house, my head inches from the woodpile as I struggled to stand up.

Thick hands gripped my waist, and all at once, his fingers were replaced by the thick, soft touch of his cock. I hadn't even noticed him taking his pants down.

Moaning, I pushed my ass back toward him a little more, inviting him to fuck me already. By that point, I was quite literally dripping wet, a trail of my juices slowly making its way down the inside of my leg.

When the tip of his dick pressed against my opening, my eyes rolled back into my head. I tried to say something, but it turned into mindless moaning as he pushed inside me, spreading my walls with his girthy dick. I knew he was big, but this … this was something else.

Rhyse took his time. I begged him not to, pushed my ass back against him, did everything I could think of to get him to just fuck me already, but he resisted.

"Trust me, you need the warmup." To emphasize, he pushed an inch deeper.

I gasped.

"See," he said.

"You think so, do you?" I pushed away from the wall abruptly, without warning, impaling myself on his cock.

Golden-white light exploded behind my eyes as I quite literally came all over him. It was almost too much. He was thicker and longer than I'd anticipated.

Giant hands grabbed hold of my ribs, holding me up so I didn't faceplant into the fresh split wood while I screamed my way through an orgasm that caught me entirely by surprise. I twitched and writhed in his grip. He was still inside me, my pussy was crying out, still filling me, and every muscle spasm my climax put me through made him rub against me more.

At some point, I'm not sure when, I managed to get control of myself. My legs started to respond. Things stopped shaking.

Rhyse's dick stayed hard as steel the entire time.

"Are you going to make that mistake again?" he purred in my ear.

I cranked my head around to grin at him. "You're damn fucking right I am. That was quite possibly the best orgasm I've ever had. Now, give me another one."

His surprise was a dual layer of visibility and palpable in my mind, but it was followed swiftly with a wave of red-hot heat and desire.

"Of course," he chuckled, pulling out and then sliding in once more. Deeper. I hadn't realized he could go deeper.

But he did.

For my part, I just held onto the wall and let him fuck me. There wasn't anything more I could do. His cock filled me, stretching me to my limits. I didn't care. I came all over it again and again.

At one point, he took me to the ground, rubbing my clit while he fucked me. There was a blank spot in my mind after that, but I had a good idea of what happened.

Then he came all over my throbbing pussy and rubbed his cum into my clit with his fingers, and I had yet another orgasm from that.

I'd thought that was it. But half an hour later, he'd taken me again. On the bed this time. Slower and gentler than before. We locked eyes. We laughed when our bodies made weird noises. And I had only one orgasm, right near the end, with one of his fingers rubbing my clit, the other pinching my nipple, and my one leg high in the sky as he fucked me half on my side, his legs straddling my other.

Shortly after that, Rhyse growled deeply, got up to crouch over me, and covered my tits with his second load of the day while I watched his face contort with pleasure above me.

After that, it was time for a shower together. Washing one another's bodies. Flirtatious byplay as he continued to look me up and down and I ran my hands across his stomach repeatedly, feeling each bump of his abs.

Warm sleep beckoned after we dried off, and I was just starting to nod off when Rhyse brought one hand up to my breast and started drawing slow circles around my nipple.

" Again ?" I asked tiredly. "I might be tapping out this time."

"Not again," he said, leaning in to playfully suck on it.

I made pleased noises, enjoying the attention, especially knowing he wasn't trying for more. Once outside and then another on the bed had been enough for me. For the moment. My pussy needed time to recover from the action his big cock had given it.

"What, then?"

"Just trying to give you some energy."

"What for?" I asked, not sure I had anything left.

"Well, if you're up to it," he said a little awkwardly, "I'd like to take you somewhere."

I lifted an eyebrow. "Where?"

"It's a secret," he said coyly. Then he grew serious. "You'd have to be willing to trust me."

Biting a lip, I watched his face. He was definitely up to something. But the emotions I read off him were nothing dangerous whatsoever. If anything, he was …

No. That didn't right. Rhyse … nervous ? Now, why could that be?

"Stop trying to read my mind," he said. "Just let me know if you trust me or not."

I swallowed, licking my lower lip before biting it.

"Okay," I said, making a decision that would change everything. "I trust you."