Black Light: Exposed
Excerpt By Jennifer Bene
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“Sir?”
“Tell me what you want, Maddie.”
“You.” That was all it took for him to tug her last shred of fabric free of her arms to toss it to the floor before lifting her. All that strength, wrapped around her as she tightened her legs around his waist, it was more than she deserved. His unbearable gentleness as he eased her to the floor with him almost brought the tears back, but his lips found hers as soon as she lay down. A nipping bite, a teasing tug at her nipple, and she was arching up. Knees spread wide and inviting.
“Are you sure?” His question was barely audible, the tension between his brows as he stared down at her making it clear the restraint it took for him to wait, to hold back for her consent.
“Please fuck me,” she begged without a shred of modesty, and Thomas answered her with another fierce kiss. Their lips collided almost painfully as she poured every humming wave of desire into it, telegraphing her need so he would believe her – and it worked.
He pulled away to kneel between her legs, working at his belt before he stood completely to push his pants down. Shoes toed off, fabric kicked away, but her eyes were drawn to the boxer briefs sealed to his skin, outlining his erection so perfectly that her mouth watered. Sitting up she reached for him, intent on fulfilling the offer she’d made on Sunday, but Thomas caught her hand and she froze. “Maddie...” his voice was a low rumble, his eyes alight with forest-tinted fire as he looked at her. “After the show you just put on, you can either taste me or I can fuck you, but not both.”
Biting her lip, weighing the options for a fraction of a moment, she leaned back onto her elbows, naked before him.
“Good choice.” He smiled, but instead of climbing on top of her, he moved between her legs, shifting backwards until the dark tousle of his hair brushed her inner thighs.
“Sir?” She sat up, but he was already tracing a finger between her wet folds, brushing her clit just enough to have her lifting her hips. The heat that had dimmed to a simmer flared to life as she dipped his head and licked her in one long stroke, the hum of his low moan vibrating through her.
Thomas looked up at her from between her thighs, a wicked smirk on his lips. “I still want to taste you, beautiful.”
“But –” There was no arguing as he started to lap at her in earnest, torturing her with indolent licks, only to draw her clit into his mouth for the briefest of moments, a completely different kind of agony as he dragged her to the edge of bliss –and then he would pull back. Warm breath brushing across the center of her, wordless whimpers escaping as she fisted her own hair, her hips lifting into empty air as he chuckled, waiting.
“Please!” she shouted when he started up again, delirious tension twining like a line of silver light down her spine, the pinnacle of it bound just under his tongue.
“Breathe through it, beautiful. Push it back and wait, I promise it will be worth it.”
Impossible. He was asking the impossible in that damnable calm voice, that wicked low tone that was just as much of a tease as his licking, stroking, sucking. She was soaked, finally aware of the wetness spilling from her to slide down her ass and dampen the blanket underneath her.
Wait?
He had to be more insane than she was.
When he drew on her clit again she let out a scream of frustration, digging her heels into the floor to try and push away, but he caught her hips, yanking her back to his mouth to scald her nerves with his devious tasting. “I can’t! I can’t hold it, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t...”
Her babbles were bordering incomprehensible when he finally sat up, chin wet with her, and he grabbed for his pants, ripping a condom free from his wallet. His gaze was stunning, dark, pupils dilated as he stared down at her and tore the wrapper between his teeth. In another instant he’d pushed his boxers out of the way, gripping the hard steel at his hips before rolling the condom down in a smooth motion.
“Please,” she begged, and he finally leaned over her, nudging her thighs further apart as he brushed against her. With a tilt of his head he kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips, his tongue. Her moan met his as he pushed her legs wider with his knees, opening her up, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to pull his skin to hers.
“Tsk, tsk.” He captured her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding them with one hand, the weight of him crushing the fine bones against the floor – but she didn’t care. She loved the ache, the power of him as he lined up between her thighs. His eyes met hers just before he thrust inside her in one sharp movement, completely to the hilt, and their soft moans blended as he stretched her.
“Oh, fuck...” The whisper left her lips as she arched off the floor, but he didn’t wait. Bracing his elbow into the blanket beside her he kissed her, drawing back and thrusting hard again so that her next cry was trapped against his mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed against her lips before he dropped his head beside hers and spoke again, “You can come as much as you want, beautiful, but I’m not going to be gentle.”
Tugging at the merciless grip he had on her wrists, she lifted her hips sharply. “I don’t want you to be.”
Thomas growled as his hips swung back and drove home, each brutal thrust making her ache, but the swimming feeling of pleasure was building and she knew she was going to drown in it.
Happily. It was close, so close that she could feel the tension in every muscle, every inch of her reaching for what he’d denied her for too long.
Releasing her wrists he reached down and lifted one of her knees, pushing it towards her chest so the next thrust was even deeper. A sharper twinge as he bottomed out, and Maddie released a cry as she finally came, that line between pleasure and pain fracturing into a million golden splinters that filled her with light.
Perfection.
She was breathless, gasping under his weight as he continued to move inside her, spiraling her higher and higher, the orgasm drawn out until she thought she might shatter as well. Dissolve into the blur. They were slowly inching across the blanket, each hard drive forcing her forward, but he shifted and grabbed onto her shoulder to hold her still for his next thrust.
The full power of each swing of his hips met her, and she slid her arms under his, her nails digging furrows into his back as his fingers left bruises on her skin. It was all too much. Too much waiting, too much pain, too much pleasure, and suddenly she was back at the edge of some unknown void.
“Come for me,” he commanded, and she obeyed instinctively, taking her bliss.
Guiltless and warm as it washed through her.
Arching against him, holding on to the firm strength of him, she felt the shuddering pleasure as she came again, squeezing him inside her. “Fuck, Maddie,” he groaned, before thrusting deep, his cock jerking as he joined her.
“Tell me what you want, Maddie.”
“You.” That was all it took for him to tug her last shred of fabric free of her arms to toss it to the floor before lifting her. All that strength, wrapped around her as she tightened her legs around his waist, it was more than she deserved. His unbearable gentleness as he eased her to the floor with him almost brought the tears back, but his lips found hers as soon as she lay down. A nipping bite, a teasing tug at her nipple, and she was arching up. Knees spread wide and inviting.
“Are you sure?” His question was barely audible, the tension between his brows as he stared down at her making it clear the restraint it took for him to wait, to hold back for her consent.
“Please fuck me,” she begged without a shred of modesty, and Thomas answered her with another fierce kiss. Their lips collided almost painfully as she poured every humming wave of desire into it, telegraphing her need so he would believe her – and it worked.
He pulled away to kneel between her legs, working at his belt before he stood completely to push his pants down. Shoes toed off, fabric kicked away, but her eyes were drawn to the boxer briefs sealed to his skin, outlining his erection so perfectly that her mouth watered. Sitting up she reached for him, intent on fulfilling the offer she’d made on Sunday, but Thomas caught her hand and she froze. “Maddie...” his voice was a low rumble, his eyes alight with forest-tinted fire as he looked at her. “After the show you just put on, you can either taste me or I can fuck you, but not both.”
Biting her lip, weighing the options for a fraction of a moment, she leaned back onto her elbows, naked before him.
“Good choice.” He smiled, but instead of climbing on top of her, he moved between her legs, shifting backwards until the dark tousle of his hair brushed her inner thighs.
“Sir?” She sat up, but he was already tracing a finger between her wet folds, brushing her clit just enough to have her lifting her hips. The heat that had dimmed to a simmer flared to life as she dipped his head and licked her in one long stroke, the hum of his low moan vibrating through her.
Thomas looked up at her from between her thighs, a wicked smirk on his lips. “I still want to taste you, beautiful.”
“But –” There was no arguing as he started to lap at her in earnest, torturing her with indolent licks, only to draw her clit into his mouth for the briefest of moments, a completely different kind of agony as he dragged her to the edge of bliss –and then he would pull back. Warm breath brushing across the center of her, wordless whimpers escaping as she fisted her own hair, her hips lifting into empty air as he chuckled, waiting.
“Please!” she shouted when he started up again, delirious tension twining like a line of silver light down her spine, the pinnacle of it bound just under his tongue.
“Breathe through it, beautiful. Push it back and wait, I promise it will be worth it.”
Impossible. He was asking the impossible in that damnable calm voice, that wicked low tone that was just as much of a tease as his licking, stroking, sucking. She was soaked, finally aware of the wetness spilling from her to slide down her ass and dampen the blanket underneath her.
Wait?
He had to be more insane than she was.
When he drew on her clit again she let out a scream of frustration, digging her heels into the floor to try and push away, but he caught her hips, yanking her back to his mouth to scald her nerves with his devious tasting. “I can’t! I can’t hold it, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t...”
Her babbles were bordering incomprehensible when he finally sat up, chin wet with her, and he grabbed for his pants, ripping a condom free from his wallet. His gaze was stunning, dark, pupils dilated as he stared down at her and tore the wrapper between his teeth. In another instant he’d pushed his boxers out of the way, gripping the hard steel at his hips before rolling the condom down in a smooth motion.
“Please,” she begged, and he finally leaned over her, nudging her thighs further apart as he brushed against her. With a tilt of his head he kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips, his tongue. Her moan met his as he pushed her legs wider with his knees, opening her up, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, trying to pull his skin to hers.
“Tsk, tsk.” He captured her wrists and pinned them above her head, holding them with one hand, the weight of him crushing the fine bones against the floor – but she didn’t care. She loved the ache, the power of him as he lined up between her thighs. His eyes met hers just before he thrust inside her in one sharp movement, completely to the hilt, and their soft moans blended as he stretched her.
“Oh, fuck...” The whisper left her lips as she arched off the floor, but he didn’t wait. Bracing his elbow into the blanket beside her he kissed her, drawing back and thrusting hard again so that her next cry was trapped against his mouth.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed against her lips before he dropped his head beside hers and spoke again, “You can come as much as you want, beautiful, but I’m not going to be gentle.”
Tugging at the merciless grip he had on her wrists, she lifted her hips sharply. “I don’t want you to be.”
Thomas growled as his hips swung back and drove home, each brutal thrust making her ache, but the swimming feeling of pleasure was building and she knew she was going to drown in it.
Happily. It was close, so close that she could feel the tension in every muscle, every inch of her reaching for what he’d denied her for too long.
Releasing her wrists he reached down and lifted one of her knees, pushing it towards her chest so the next thrust was even deeper. A sharper twinge as he bottomed out, and Maddie released a cry as she finally came, that line between pleasure and pain fracturing into a million golden splinters that filled her with light.
Perfection.
She was breathless, gasping under his weight as he continued to move inside her, spiraling her higher and higher, the orgasm drawn out until she thought she might shatter as well. Dissolve into the blur. They were slowly inching across the blanket, each hard drive forcing her forward, but he shifted and grabbed onto her shoulder to hold her still for his next thrust.
The full power of each swing of his hips met her, and she slid her arms under his, her nails digging furrows into his back as his fingers left bruises on her skin. It was all too much. Too much waiting, too much pain, too much pleasure, and suddenly she was back at the edge of some unknown void.
“Come for me,” he commanded, and she obeyed instinctively, taking her bliss.
Guiltless and warm as it washed through her.
Arching against him, holding on to the firm strength of him, she felt the shuddering pleasure as she came again, squeezing him inside her. “Fuck, Maddie,” he groaned, before thrusting deep, his cock jerking as he joined her.