I woke wrapped around Lena’s sensual body. Using my body as a shield or a cover wasn’t completely my doing. The positioning happened as we surrendered to sleep, a surrender neither of us was willing to do until we were both too exhausted to continue. The tycoon businesswoman whose name sent shock waves through the financial community, burrowed next to me until her petite form was cocooned by mine.
Lifting my head on my elbow, I stared down at Lena, marveling at the soundness of her slumber. I didn’t know Lena well enough to know if this was her normal. I knew this was how she slept in Cancún. Granted, our sleepy nights were most always preluded by a vigorous workout—workouts.
Last night, as I tugged Lena’s hand toward the bedroom, I had one objective—to keep her mind on the present. Judging by her current state of unconsciousness, I succeeded at least in some form. As we both peeled the clothes off the other, I relinquished the reins.
Our disrobing came in bursts of energy punctuated by kisses and caresses. One minute we were soaring at two hundred miles an hour around a fast oval track. The next, we were strolling hand in hand along the shore in Cancún.
Lena’s pale flesh glowed in the moonlight as she stood completely naked before me. There was an obvious push and pull happening within her. The woman who stayed in control needed that power, desired evidence that she was still the woman others saw her to be. At the same time, the more transparent woman, the one who allowed me to see behind the walls of her own doing, desired to be released.
It was a tightrope of sorts.
When I reached for her shoulders, Lena stiffened, her body a rod. As I let go, she came to life, shining a teasing smile as she gently pushed me back on the bed and made her way onto my lap.
I’d never been with a woman like Lena, a woman who craved control while at the same time yearned for submission.
It wasn’t hot.
It was a fucking forest fire, an inferno.
Give and take.
With her chocolate eyes swirling with emotion, she kept her stare locked on mine as she sheathed me with her core, little by little. Our breathing labored as she worked to accommodate me in her tight pussy. With each inch her breasts pushed forward and pulled back. She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth as whimpers and moans filled the room. All the while Lena was the choreographer, the lead in the dance.
The vision was spectacular beyond my imagination.
I had a front-row seat to a master.
Forget the front row, I was there as her fingernails grasped my shoulders and her core gripped my cock. I was close enough to feel her warm breath as she writhed against my shoulders, her arms around my neck, her intimate noises a melody for my ears only.
After what I believed was her second or third orgasm, Lena’s soft body collapsed in my arms with our connection unsevered.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, my warm breath on her neck, hoping that she wasn’t ready for sleep.
Taking what remained of her strength, Lena lifted her face and met my gaze. Her smile shone. “I want you to take the reins.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
From the ringmaster to the lioness, Lena morphed.
Yes, she still had her power, but in the hands of the ringmaster, she was able to acquiesce. Now, with the knowledge of who Lena was, her momentary submission was all the more erotic, a gift I would never abuse.
Ask any trainer who has worked with lions and lionesses. The first rule was to not show fear. If the predator sensed indecision, the exercise was over, and the ringmaster became food. No part of me feared the sensational woman in my hands.
Adore.
Protect.
Pleasure.
The list went on and on until our satiated bodies were spent, our minds a mush of endorphins, and our limbs a tangled mess. It was then that my lioness burrowed next to me beneath the blankets we’d compiled and settled in for the night.
Currently, the sky beyond the large windows was lightening with pink clouds along the horizon. Teasing Lena’s deep-red hair away from her face, I stared at the whole of her as if she were a masterpiece I wanted to memorize. Every valley and peak were a vision to behold.
The thought wasn’t conscious, the way my circulation rerouted. It was primitive, the attraction between a man and woman—a transformation that has occurred since the dawn of time. Simply having her near caused my cock to swell.
Lena’s eyelids fluttered as my touch roamed over her arms, waist, and hips. Not fully awake, she rolled, giving me access to her core. Kissing my way down her toned stomach, I settled between her legs. Her body convulsed at my first lick. It wasn’t an orgasm, more a response to my welcomed invasion.
My name echoed off the windows and wood paneling as I held tight to the reins from the night before. Pleas as well as curses rang forth as I held her bucking hips in place, and her grip of the blankets intensified. It was as she stiffened that I climbed up, finding my place, and sliding into her wet core.
Buried to the root, I peppered her lips and nose with kisses. “Good morning.”
Lena’s light-brown gaze glistened. Her cheeks rose and her lips curled as she focused on me. “Good morning.” She looked around the room as best as she could while pinned down. “What time is it?”
I laid a finger to her lips. “Shh. It’s not time to leave our bubble.”
“CJ.” Real life was infiltrating her thoughts; I saw it in the turbulence of her stare.
“I’m not letting you up until you come two more times.”
“Two?”
I scoffed as I had her full attention. “Me, Lena. That’s all you should be thinking about.”
“I’ve already…I can’t promise two.”
Lowering my lips to her neck, I continued my rain of kisses on her sensitive skin as my hips rhythmically eased my cock in and out. Leaning down further, I sucked one nipple and the next. Lena’s protests, or more accurately, insecurities, melted away as we both found our mountain.
When I lifted my torso and our gazes met, Lena’s smile was ear to ear.
“Sorry, CJ. I don’t think you have it in you for one more.”
Holding tight to her hips, I spun until I was the one pinned to the mattress, and Lena was over me. “You do.”
Her hands were on my shoulders, her round breasts in my face as she laughed. “I’m supposed to work for my own orgasm?”
“I’m giving you back the reins. Unless you don’t think you can do it.”
The soft brown gaze over me sparkled as Lena eased herself up and back down until she found the rhythm, the one that arched her back and tightened her grip. This was another astounding display of sensuality. It took all my self-control not to submit to the pleasure before she did.
As we both shuddered, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her down until our bodies molded together, transfixed by the heat of the encounter.
Holding her against me, I marveled, “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.”
“I wasn’t sure, but then…”
Her words continued, but it wasn’t what she said. It was that reality that Lena was sharing, even something as personal as her insecurity about her ability to orgasm. In a way I couldn’t describe, her confession felt monumental while rather trivial at the same time.
I smoothed her hair away from her face. “You did it, Lena. There is nothing you can’t do.”
The shimmer in her expression waned.
“I wish I could keep you away from real life all the time.”
Lena nodded, still in my arms. “I wish that too.” Her palm ran over my scratchy jaw. “I made the right decision messaging you.”
“I’ll always be there for you.”
“I wish that could work.”
Twisting until Lena was lying against the pillow with a deep-red halo of hair, I kissed her nose. “It can. I figured it out.”
“What have you figured out?”