You Are My Air: Breathless Book 1 (15 page)

"No, sir," I whispered.

"Who's in control here?" he asked firmly, his lips tickling my earlobe.

"You are."

"Try that again," he growled out as his hold on my arms tightened and one hand gripped my chin.

"You are, sir."

"That's right, sweetheart." He nipped my ear, and I jumped. He let out a low sexy laugh, and I felt myself getting wetter than I already was. He spun me around abruptly, my arms still pinned by his right hand. His left palm pressed between my breasts, and he pushed me backwards until I was against the wall. He slid his left hand up my chest until his fingers wrapped around my throat and squeezed, making me whimper and whine with need. His eyes turned dark and feral. "Damn, I love the sounds you make," he forced out between clenched teeth, like he was restraining himself, but that wasn't what I wanted at all.

"Don't hold back," I whispered hoarsely.

"I don't want to scare you," he growled out, his control barely contained.

"I want
everything
, David." I made direct eye contact, showing him just how serious I was.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he said with a shake of his head.

"Please," I begged breathlessly. "I want all of you."

He stared into my eyes for several long moments, a searching look on his face. Then I watched the uncertainty in his beautiful blue eyes morph into that calm scary intensity that I'd been aching to have directed at me. I unconsciously shrank away from him as power seemed to radiate out from him in a surge of invisible energy. He tightened his grip on my arms like a vice, and the slight pain pulling a deep moan out of me. He groaned and slid the hand on my throat up to my chin and turned my head then sank his teeth into the muscle on the side of my neck. It was sweet ecstasy as the sharp bite of pain burned straight down to my sex, making my clit throb.

"David," I whimpered. His mouth came up to my ear.

"Take off your
fucking
clothes," he snarled out in a low demanding tone, then stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. I was left panting and disoriented by the loss of contact with his body. He stared at me, his eyes hard and uncompromising. "Now."

I rushed to comply, practically tearing my clothes in my haste to obey him. Soon I was standing in my strapless black bra and matching thong, my shaking hand reaching behind me to unhook the clasp. He watched it all with calm authority, the only sign of how I affected him was the narrowing of his eyes and the flare of his nostrils as my bra and panties dropped to the floor.

"Take mine off now." He crooked a finger and beckoned me to him. This part I wanted to savor. I moved toward him with swaying hips and jutting breasts. I watched with satisfaction when his eyes widened as he watched me, his hands clenching into tight fists and lowering to his sides. I took it as a challenge to set him off again, to shatter his control.

I stopped inches from him and slid my hands up his abdomen and chest over the soft cotton of his shirt. I could feel the hard planes of the muscles underneath. I watched his eyes as I undid each button slowly and carefully. When I had unfastened the last one, I jerked his shirt down off his broad shoulders, leaned in, and licked a trail up the center of his chest. He gripped my hair in a fist and pulled me away with a shuddering groan.

"Bad, girl," he growled as he glared at me. "I didn't say you could do that."

"Are you going to punish me now, sir?" I asked sweetly, blinking innocently at him.

"Get down on your knees." His eyes darkened some more, and they held the promise of dark things yet to come. They should have terrified me now, but all I felt was this unbearable need for whatever he gave me. I dropped down in front of him, staring up at him expectantly. I had a feeling that I was going to like this punishment.

He looked at me with stark hunger as he pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and began unfastening his jeans. I stared up at him and listened to the zipper of his pants ease down. I looked down in time to see him release his cock from his boxer briefs. He was huge and so fucking hard that the veins were throbbing, the head a deep red that was almost purple and leaking pre-cum.

He grabbed my chin roughly in his hand. "Open," he commanded, his voice sounding strained. There was no warm-up, no easing into it. He pushed his cock into my mouth as soon as I parted my lips, the warm soft skin tasting amazing and feeling so good on my lips and tongue. He began thrusting into me roughly, his hand fisted in my hair as he took what he wanted from me. I moaned and drooled around him as he used me, feeling more turned on then I had ever been in my entire life. I wrapped my hands around the backs of his strong thighs and dug my fingernails in, making him gasp with pleasure. I wanted him to come in my mouth, wanted to feel him lose control, but he pulled me away before he could finish. I whined in disappointment as I looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please, David," I moaned. "I want to taste you."

"This is your punishment, sweetheart," he said with an evil smile. "Maybe next time you'll only do what you're told." I let out a long whine, that abruptly died when he gripped my chin again as his fierce eyes bore into mine. "No more fucking whining. Bed. Now."

I scrambled up off the floor and practically threw myself on David's king-size bed. I laid down and had barely turned my head to look at David, when he was right there above me shoving my legs apart, his jeans and underwear off and his cock already seeking my aching swollen sex. I watched as he took the condom packet that seemed to appear out of no where, and ripped it open with his teeth. He slid it down his length with one hand.

"Can't wait anymore," he snarled as he hooked both my legs over his elbows and brought my knees almost up to my shoulders. I had never been so grateful to yoga before in my life.

He pushed into me in one hard thrust, making me cry out in equal parts pain and pleasure. I had no leverage, no control whatsoever as David began to fuck me. I felt taken, claimed, as he slammed into me again and again. His body was pulling pleasure from mine that I didn't even know existed inside me. I screamed and wailed, and I hadn't even come yet.

"Don't come," he told me, his eyes intensely focused on mine. "Not until I say. I'm not done fucking you yet."

I reached my hand down to where we were connected so I could feel him moving in and out of me. I was soaking wet, his cock moving in and out with little resistance. On a whim, I lifted my hand and pressed my fingers to his lips. His eyes widened at my actions, and when he swore, I pushed them into his mouth. He sucked on them, his tongue winding around my fingers as he tasted me on them. His eyes turned pitch black, and he went wild as he lost control completely, pounding harder and faster than I thought was even possible. There was no way in hell that I'd be able to stop the orgasm that was rising up inside me now. Thankfully, neither could David.

"Come with me!" he shouted as his cock swelled and began jerking inside me. I screamed his name as my climax immolated me, flames of scalding hot pleasure bursting out from my core and scorching its way through my entire body. I could hear David shouting my name as his body shuddered and quaked above me. I felt his cock throbbing as he emptied himself inside me, then he collapsed onto me, letting me lower my legs. It was the most amazing sexual experience of my entire life. No man had ever done anything like this to me before, and I couldn't stop the tears that flowed from my eyes.

"So good, David," I whimpered as a sob escaped me. "So good."

"Shh." David lifted his head, and looked down at me with concern and soft affection in his eyes. "I know, sweetheart. I know." I wasn't even sure why I was crying, but he caressed my cheek with gentle strokes of his fingertips, crooning comforting words to me until I finally drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER SIX

 

 

David

 

 

My body clock was always spot on, and I never used an alarm anymore. So, like every morning, I awoke at 5 A.M. and for the first time in almost a year and a half, I woke up with someone else in my bed. Terror flared to life inside me, and I tamped it down yet again. I knew the fear was completely irrational. Natalie hadn't done anything to make me distrust her, but every time something happened that felt like things were getting serious between us, the fear hit me. I pushed it away every time, thinking about how lonely I was and the things Jensen had said to me Wednesday night, but mostly I thought about how she made me feel. I was falling for her, hard and fast once I had decided to give it a chance, and this connection we were building felt like nothing I had ever felt before.

Natalie's back was pressed against my side, and my arm was falling asleep since she was using my bicep as a pillow. I turned my head and breathed in the mingled scents of her and the passion we had shared last night. Sex with Natalie was the most mind-blowing I had ever had in my life. She let me do the dark things I usually only got to fantasize about, the things I used to be ashamed of even thinking about, until my year in the Ukraine and a woman there named Elizaveta. She had been wild and into kinky things that made even me uncomfortable, but I had learned that there wasn't anything wrong with me. I just needed to find the right partners for the things I needed and wanted.

Right now, I knew exactly what I needed and wanted, to wake Natalie up with my mouth between her thighs. I eased my arm out from under her head and carefully rolled her onto her back. I sucked one of her nipples gently into my mouth and watched her closely. I wanted to turn her on, but not wake her up all the way yet. She moaned out my name in her sleep, her hips shifting with her arousal. Damn, the things hearing my name on her lips did to me. I slowly started to kiss my way down her body. I hadn't gotten to explore her like I wanted to yet; the newness and rawness of our attraction had hurried us along to the main event. Now, I wanted to give her the attention she deserved.

Her skin was silky soft and tasted amazing. I lingered a few moments around her bellybutton, my tongue circling it slowly before continuing lower. As my mouth approached the short curls of her sex, she moaned louder and spread her legs apart. I took that as an invitation. I scooted down until my face was just above her pussy, and I could smell her arousal. I breathed her in, nuzzling my nose into her soft curls. I heard her sigh, and I put her legs over my shoulders, spreading her thighs further apart.

I brushed my tongue through her folds gently the first time, moaning at the sweet taste of her. She tasted so good that it gave me the shivers, and I delved my tongue into her deeper. I didn't care when I woke her up now as I licked and sucked on her tender flesh with abandon. Her hips began to move against my face; her moans becoming deeper and needier. I felt her hands snake down under the blankets, and she moaned out my name as her fingers latch into my hair. I focused all my attention on her clit now, using my tongue and my teeth on her sweet little nub. I could feel the tension of her approaching climax making her thighs shake and quiver, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. The bite of pain drove me crazy, and I sucked her clit into my mouth and bit down on it firmly. Natalie's body convulsed up off the mattress as she keened and wailed out her pleasure. I lapped up her release with deep groans of satisfaction, reveling in her taste and smell again.

When she finally fell limp, I lifted my head and crawled up her body until the blankets slipped away, and I could see her face again. Her eyes were closed as a smile played across her lips, and she raised her arms into a languid stretch.

"Good morning, Natalie," I whispered as I looked down at her.

"It's a very good morning, David," she replied as her eyes opened and focused on me.

"I'm sorry I woke you up so early," I said apologetically. "But I wanted to taste you."

"I can think of a lot worse ways to get woken up." Her smile widened, but I could tell she was still tired.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart." I brushed her hair out of her face. "We'll go for a run when you wake up."

"But what about you?" she asked in confusion. "You didn't get to come."

"Don't worry about me. I'll get mine later." She gave me a quizzical look like she wasn't convinced. "I'm fine, Natalie. Go back to sleep." I wanted to wait, deny myself a while longer. It would make it that much better when I did get to have my release.

I laid down next to her and pulled her close, ignoring my cock's insistence for more. I had planned on getting up and letting her go back to sleep alone, but once I was holding her; I couldn't bring myself to let go of her warm pliable body. She let out a soft sigh, and settled into my arms like she was meant to be there. The fear surged up inside me again, this time accompanied by flashes of remembered pain and despair.
This isn't Paige. This isn't Paige. This isn't Paige.
Maybe if I chanted it enough times, my damn head would listen to me.

**********

I was sprawled across my couch with a book when Natalie shuffled out into the living room around seven o'clock. I had held her until almost six before I finally got up, feeling restless since I never stayed in bed that late. I glanced up to see that she was wearing my blue button-up shirt from last night. She only fastened the buttons barely enough to cover her breasts, and her long legs went on forever as she walked into the room.

"Good morning," she mumbled sleepily to me, her smile sweet and adorable. I sat up and laid my book on the coffee table as she came over to me. She sat down next to me, curling one perfect leg under herself and facing me. I turned toward her to stare into her beautiful green eyes, then reached over to tuck some of her hair behind her ear.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked her with a gentle smile.

"Like a rock," she answered, then smirked before speaking again. "Someone wore me out last night."

"I hope I didn't wear you out too much." I caressed her cheek with my fingertips. "I was looking forward to going for a run with you."

"I'm a little sore, but I'll be fine."

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