Nights In Black Lace by Noelle Mack Page B

held—he controlled her whole body but only to give her the most outrageous pleasure.
    Her eyes glowed with shamelessness as she took the bare-bottom discipline she so much enjoyed, marveling that she had never even asked for it.
    He stopped. She looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes were closed and he was swaying slightly, overcome by the power of his own desire.
    â€œMore?” she asked in a tiny voice.
    â€œNo.” He opened his eyes and met her gaze. “I can’t take it. I’ll shoot my wad in another second if I don’t stop.”
    He took several deep breaths and she held perfectly still on all fours.
    Bryan twined his fingers more tightly in her hair, and began to thrust at last. He was so long he had to be careful, but she maneuvered herself to accommodate him.
    He got wild, letting go of her hair and grabbing her hips, dragging her back for every rock forward. Her breasts bounced just from that. The sight made him wilder.
    At last he stopped again, gasping, still inside her.
    She arched her back in a catlike way, and he covered the curve with his body, then pulled her up with one mighty arm.
    Mon Dieu. That endless cock stayed in.
    â€œTouch yourself,” he growled into her ear. His strong fingers spread out across her belly to hold her up and in place.
    She finger-flicked her clit, loving that she could see his huge balls in the mirror and his thighs, classic columns of pure muscle to either side of them.
    Naked, he was heroic. His hair was as messy as hers but might well have belonged to a god of long ago, spilling over his shoulders and mingling with hers.
    Both hands moved up over his breasts and he pulled her upper body back hard against.
    â€œPull on your clit,” he murmured. “Make it feel good.”
    His cock thrust up so far inside that she felt completely secure. With slow, steady movements, she brought herself to the verge of orgasm.
    And Bryan knew it instinctively.
    â€œGo for it,” he murmured, his voice raw with desire. “I can see your face when you come…and your whole body…be inside you…please, Odette…”
    â€œAhh,” she moaned, closer still.
    â€œDo it for me,” he whispered.
    Something about the tenderness in his voice melted her last shred of resistance. She climaxed in his arms, sobbing with pleasure, knowing that he saw every second of her release. He held her only a little longer, then let her down gently to the bed.
    Bryan topped her then, smoothing her hair back with careful hands, kissing her eyelids. She didn’t need to see him—he was as close to her as her own soul at that moment.
    Again he entered and she could tell from the extraordinary tenseness of his body that he was within seconds of a long-delayed orgasm. Delayed for her.
    He thrust deeply, again and again, making a sound that had gone beyond a growl to a roar. He didn’t quit, couldn’t quit. At the penultimate moment, only the condom kept his explosive release contained. He reached down to hold it on, circling the rim and squeezing as he moaned in joyful agony.
    She wished dreamily that they wouldn’t need it some day, a falling-through-time kind of dream that she wasn’t about to share. Odette stroked his shuddering back until his breaths came steadily, then ran her fingers through his hair.
    â€œThat was crazy,” he whispered, “in the most beautiful way. Do you know what I mean, Odette?”
    â€œI think so,” she murmured. She didn’t want to let go of him. Ever.

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    T hey cuddled blissfully until awakened by the singing of birds.
    â€œTell those damn birds to shut the hell up,” Bryan said drowsily. “I don’t know the French for it.”
    Nestled against his side, Odette smiled as best she could with her face pressed against the silky-soft skin over his ribs. The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in his sleep had put her to sleep soon after he’d collapsed onto