Chapter 10

TEN

Canyon

Feeling her pussy convulse around me nearly sends me over the edge too, but I'm not ready. Especially not when I get to watch her face basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. She's relaxed and flushed, her pussy still fluttering around me with soft aftershocks that make her shudder. Her pretty breasts are pressed to my torso and her eyes are closed.

I'm a thousand percent sure I've never seen a more beautiful woman than the one on my lap right now. Even without makeup, and her hair a wet, tangled mess around her head, she takes my breath away. I'm balls-deep inside my fantasy woman and she's just creamed all over my cock—no way in hell I'm willing to rush this. Despite how desperate she'd been for me.

Now that she's gotten off once, we'll take the second time nice and slow.

"Better?" I ask softly, stroking her cheek with my thumb.

"Mmm." She nods. "Thank you."

"Oh, baby, we're just getting started." I shift beneath her, pressing my cock a little deeper.

A faint smile plays on her lips. "That feels so good."

"Your pussy will be screaming for mercy by the time I'm done with you."

"Sounds like fun."

If I worried dirty talk and being a little dominant would scare her off, it would have been for nothing.

Because, fuck, she really is the woman of my dreams.

"Fuck me until I forget," she whispers, her voice so soft I almost don't hear it.

"Forget…"

WHORE .

God dammit.

I slap one of her thighs hard enough to make her eyes pop open.

"Don't you dare fucking think about that when I'm inside you," I growl. "You hear me? There is nothing dirty or shameful about what we're doing. All you think about right now is me. You hear me?"

She nods, but that's not good enough.

"Say it. Say, ‘yes, Canyon, all I'm allowed to think about is you.' Fucking say the words."

She gazes at me, her beautiful eyes filled with a gut-wrenching combination of arousal and pain. "Y-yes…Canyon. All…I'm allowed to think about…is you."

I snap my hips up and thrust deep, making her gasp.

"That's right." I pump my hips a little more. "Again."

"Canyon…"

I slap the other thigh.

"Yes, Canyon . All I'm allowed to think about… is you."

I stop moving, and she whimpers.

"Yes, Canyon…all… I'm allowed…" She starts to wiggle again, clenching tightly around me. "…to think about…"

I pinch one of her nipples and she cries out.

"Finish the sentence," I bark.

"…is you!" She lifts up, and I shove her back down, bottoming out so hard we both grunt.

"That's right, baby… look at me." I put my hands on either side of her face. "What are you thinking about right now?"

"You."

"Damn right you are. Squeeze that tight wet cunt around my cock and let me feel you."

She does as I ask, and I love that she not only lets me dominate, but also isn't afraid to tell me what she wants. I'm so deep inside of her I'm afraid it must hurt, but I have no doubt she loves it. When she squeezes me again, even more tightly this time, I grit my teeth to hang on to my soul, because it's about to leave my body. Being inside of her is almost otherworldly. Her body, the sounds she makes, how tight and warm she is—it's fucking amazing.

"Canyon… please, can I…" Her voice trails and I reach out, nipping her lower lip.

"Can you what? Ask me for what you want."

"Please make me come again."

"Oh, you're going to come. More than once." I skim my fingers over one perfect breast. "Lift it and put it in my mouth."

She brings a hand up, cupping her breast and lifting it so I can easily suck the nipple into my mouth. Hard. Until she squirms and I feel her pussy flood with her juices. Fuck, I would kill to be bare inside her right now.

I suck and bite, feeling how she reacts to each level of pain and understand instinctively I can only go so far with her. She needs some grit but she's not into pain, and that's fine with me. There are a million ways to make her come that don't include hurting her. That's not my thing anyway.

"Grind on me," I instruct. "Get that friction on your clit since I can't get my fingers between us in this position."

I brace my feet on the floor and thrust hard, keeping her nipple between my lips.

"Canyon!" She's moving now, grinding and squirming, rubbing her clit against my crotch even as I start pounding into it. I move faster, and she's right there with me, her pussy clamping like a vise around me.

"Say it one more time," I hiss, fighting against the tingle that's beginning to race up my spine.

"Canyon… I'm not allowed—" She cries out when I pinch her nipple a little harder. "…to think about—" I drop my hands and get a death grip on her ass cheeks, squeezing hard as I help her bounce up and down. "—anything but you!" She screams at the end, and it turns into a low, keening wail of pleasure.

That sound is all it takes to push me over the edge. Her body jerks against mine once, twice, and then I feel her go over the edge again. Somehow, I've managed to hit that special spot inside of her that will make one orgasm roll over the other. Her pussy clasps and ripples around me, and I continue to pulse into her even as my own release tapers off.

"Oh God, I'm going again…" Her mouth is open, but no sound comes out as her head falls back and her back bows.

And it's so fucking beautiful.

"That's it… come again for me, let me have it all."

It's hard to describe the way it looks as I watch her get off on my lap, over and over, her body rhythmically bouncing and straining against me. She wants more but I can see it's becoming too much when she starts to shake. I gently ease back, shifting positions so I'm not pressing on her G-spot anymore, and the energy slowly drains from her.

"Holy fucking shit." She collapses against my chest, her face buried in the hollow of my shoulder. "What the hell did we just do?"

"That a trick question?" I ask, softly running a hand up and down the creamy, soft expanse of skin on her back.

"I don't… I've never…" She lifts her head and gazes up at me. "I've never had multiple orgasms before."

"Pleasure to be of service." I kiss the tip of her nose just as my stomach growls.

"Did I wear you out?" she teases.

I lightly tap her ass. "Not hardly. But I will need sustenance if we're going to do this a few more times tonight."

"A few more times?" Her eyes widen slightly.

"I told you I was going to fuck you until your pussy was screaming for mercy, did I not?"

She smiles. "You did."

"But we could both use some food."

"Mmkay. Can I just sit here another minute?"

"Of course." I keep my arms around her, holding her close, even though post-coital intimacy is usually my least favorite thing.

It's different with Saylor, though.

She knows my limits, understands that this is all I can give her, and yet she's still here. And still allowing herself to be raw and vulnerable in front of me. I don't know what that means, but I'm still inside of her and somehow, my dick's getting hard again.

I know the exact moment she notices because she slowly lifts her head and licks her lips.

"I thought you needed food before round two."

"Apparently what I need and what my cock needs are two entirely different things."

She doesn't move at first, her pretty golden eyes boring into mine.

"You going to fuck me again, Canyon?"

I slowly lift off the bed, still buried to the hilt, and she automatically wraps her legs around my back.

"I am. But this time I'm going to stretch you out on the bed… maybe tie your hands to that headboard."

Her eyes become fathomless pits of arousal.

"You like that idea."

"Yes yes yes."

Fuck.

There's no way one night with her is going to be enough.

* * *

Two condoms and three orgasms later, we're a sweaty, sticky, happily sated mess in the middle of her bed. The sheets are almost as wet as we are, and she snickers when my stomach rumbles loudly.

"I don't think another orgasm is going to make your stomach happy," she says, resting her head on my chest.

"You're probably right. I'm pretty hungry."

"Me too."

"What was the plan for dinner?"

"Thai?"

"Sounds good." She fumbles on the nightstand for her phone and types something in before handing it to me. "That's the menu of the place I like to order from."

I take the phone and figure out what I'm hungry for, though the only thing on my personal menu tonight seems to be her. We've both been insatiable, and I pop a semi just thinking about how hot the sex has been.

"We have twenty-five minutes to shower until the food gets here," she says, pushing to her feet and holding out an inviting hand. "Care to join me?"

Like I could say no.

I let her tug me into the bathroom, and I'm amazed at how big it is. A huge shower that's at least six by eight, with three shower heads and striking tiles in gold and green. It's obvious this is a room she put a lot of time and thought into, though I'm not sure how to express the fact that her bathroom makes me happy.

Or maybe it's just her.

"This is nice," I say as we step under the warm spray.

"Thank you. I designed the bathroom when I renovated because I wanted something both functional and comfortable." She closes her eyes and lets the water sluice over her from head to toe.

Is it weird that I'm jealous of the droplets skimming her perfect body?

I watch a tiny drop of water glide over her breast and I'm suddenly bending over to catch it on my tongue. Her fingers dig into my hair, tugging lightly.

"We only have twenty minutes," is all she says.

"You think I can't make you come in twenty minutes?"

She sighs. "I'm sure you can but?—"

I'm on my knees, my face between her legs before she can finish.

She tastes tangy on my tongue, and I take a little time to explore. We've fucked enough times that her lips are a little swollen, and a lot more sensitive than they'd been an hour ago, so I take it easy. I know exactly how to get her where she needs to go, and sure enough, it only takes a few minutes for me to get her off again.

I'm starting to get addicted to how it feels when she comes, whether it's on my cock or my mouth, and I'm equal parts intrigued and uncomfortable.

I don't get addicted to women.

Certainly not because of good sex.

"You're going to kill me," she whispers, looking down at me.

She's not the one sporting a massive erection.

"Can you think of a better way to go?" I ask, getting up and stepping under the water.

"Now, what are we going to do about this?" she asks, wrapping her hand around me and stroking lightly.

I hiss, pumping into her fist a few times.

"I'm sure it won't take long if you put your mouth on me," I grind out, already harder than stone and ready to go.

Again.

Without a word, she slides to her knees and nuzzles my crotch.

Yup.

This is addictive.

And very, very dangerous.