Then he steps into me and cups my chin possessively to expose my neck. He places a hot trail of kisses down toward my shoulder as I try to remain standing. When he reaches my collar bone, his hands shift. He lifts his head and his eyes are focused on me. He slowly pushes my sweater up while his hands roam over my ribcage and then over my breasts, which instantly feel heavier. Once my bra is fully exposed, he latches onto my nipple through the thin fabric while continuing to skim the sweater up my arms. When it reaches my wrist, he holds my arms there to stretch over my head as I feel myself grow wet with need.

“Please,” I beg for everything and nothing at the same time.

His hot mouth releases my breast as he slowly faces me. His lips are but a whisper from my own.

“What Cate? What do you want from me?”

I squirm, trying to close my legs tight enough to create the pressure I seek between my thighs. His next move shows he knows what I want. His free hand cups me through the fabric of my pants and the heel of his palm presses against my nub just hard enough to make me needier, but not yet fulfilled.

“Andy,” I breathe.

Instantly, his hand is gone and I groan in frustration. “Tell me what you want, sweet Cate.”

“I want you.”

“I know that,” he says confidently. His words or maybe his voice ratchets up my desire for him. “Be specific, Cate.”

“Make love to me.”

He moves in and sucks my lower lip into his mouth. He gently bites it before releasing it with a quiet pop. “I’m afraid I can’t make love to you Cate.”

I’m devastated because he sounds serious. Only his hand is back. This time he uses his thumb to circle my clit before pressing it hard. I cry out as Louise begins to fire on all cylinders. Like a sadist, he pulls back just before the final countdown has ended.

“Why?” I ask in frustration.

His answer comes when his deft hands undoes my pants. It takes a second before they tangle at my ankles. I feel trapped. It should frighten me, but just like how he took me on the balcony turned me on, I am ready and willing to be at his mercy. Still, I kick the pants to the side.

He still hasn’t answered me even though my heavy lids droop as I voicelessly plead with him. His hand is back and I’m not sure whether I should be embarrassed as his fingers press my damp thong against my hot skin. I don’t have time to explore those thoughts. His skilled fingers easily slip the fabric barrier to the side as he shoves two fingers inside me.

“You’re wet for me.”

“Yes, always.” I admit it, hoping for points so he gives me what I want.

I buck my hips against his thrust, ready to do anything if he would just let me come. The build up to my orgasm is quicker now because I’ve yet to spill over the edge. I want to curse him when he pulls them out before I can find release.

“Please,” I plead again.

He groans and presses me into the wall with the full weight of his body. I feel his erection grind into me but only once. Then his body stills.

“I can’t Cate. I can’t make love to you.”

Confused to the point of exasperation, I whine. “I don’t understand. Why can’t you?”

His hips rub against mine again. It’s maddening when I know he wants me as much as I want him. I try to pull against his restraining hand at my wrist because I know if I can touch him, I can change his mind.

He puts some space between us and I arch my back trying to keep contact with his lower half. Only he pushes me back into the wall with a firm hand on my center as he guides my bottom to meet the wall. I moan as his touch lights a fire in me. Again, he removes his hand, but I’m encouraged by the sound of him undoing his belt.

“I can’t make love to you Cate because I have to fuck you first.”

I don’t have time to process his words. He releases my wrist and he spins me around to face the wall. Then he lines himself up to rub against the cleft of my ass. I drop my hands to reach back and touch him, only he snags my wrist.

“No touching. Not yet.”

He takes my other wrist and uses what feels like the leather of his belt to bind me as my cheek presses against the cool wall. It feels wicked and the desire in me intensifies. I’ve never done this before, but I feel safe with him. I know he won’t hurt me.

He takes my shoulders and turns me to face him before he steps back to admire his handiwork.

“God Cate, you’re so damn beautiful.”

His kisses me hard and I writhe, waiting for him to make his next move.

“You’re not afraid are you?”

I shake my head, unable to form words.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you now.”

His thumbs slip underneath the hem of his boxer briefs. As he tugs them down, his impressive erection springs free like a divining rod. He steps forward and lifts me with remarkable strength, using the wall like an elevator shaft. Up I go, my arms pinned between me and the wall. When I stop, I feel his tip at my entrance.

“I want you bare, Cate. I’ve never been with anyone else skin to skin. I want no barriers between us.”

“Yes, please. I haven’t been with anyone else since you.”

His grin is anything but sweet. It’s sinful. Then he lets gravity pull me down around him. My back pulls away from the wall as my body bows from the contact.

“Fuck,” he growls.

I voice my pleasure with mewls and other nonsensical words. Managing to hold me up with one arm, he uses the other to take hold of my head and angle me for a kiss. His tongue penetrates my mouth just as impressively as he fucks me mercilessly against the wall. I’m sure I’ll have bruises in the morning and I don’t care.

Taking me by surprise, he pulls out and sets me on my feet only to turn me around. With a hand pressed to my shoulder, he bends me over a little before he enters me again with striking force. I’d bang my head against the wall if not for his hand holding my hips steady. I feel off balance, but the pleasure is beginning to eclipse anything else as my brain clouds, clearing any coherent thoughts.

He slips his hand around my waist and applies pressure to my clit. His other hand grabs my breast and tweaks my nipple. His shift in movement allows him to go deeper inside me at a different angle. It touches something inside that sends me shooting off like a bottle rocket. I explode and scream out my pleasure. He’s relentless. The sound of our flesh slapping against each other is enough to start another orgasm building within me on the heels of the last.

“Cate, baby, are you close?”

I hear his words, but I’m in another place and can only moan in response.

He squeezes my breast before his hand comes around to my ass. His finger circles a place I thought off limits. “Oh! What are you doing?”

“You like that?” He prods a finger at my backdoor entrance and stokes his other fingers over my clit in a circular motion. “I want to have you there eventually.” He continues to stroke, prod, and otherwise rock my world when he asks a different question. “Are you still on the pill?”

I nod frantically as he continues to ring my g-bell with each stroke.

“Good, I’m coming.”

His words are enough to get me to detonate again as he slams into me. My toes curl against the floor boards as I try to maintain my position and not fall. A few more banging thrusts and he stills inside me. He presses his head to my back before he brings us both to a standing position. My bound hands stop my back from fully meeting his chest, but I don’t complain.

Soft lips skim up my neck until he whispers in my ear, “I will never get enough of you.”

The hand that isn’t cupping my breast manages to undo the belt restraint from my wrists. When my arms fall free, he turns me to face him so he can take each of my wrists and rub them gently as the blood circulates. Then he kisses each one.

“Are you okay?”

I bob my head once, having no idea how I managed to stay on my feet as long as I have on rubbery legs. Finally, I begin to fall to my knees ready to give up the fight with gravity. He’s there to catch me under my legs to lift me up. I’m languidly limp in his arms, sated and satisfied. I feel as though I’m floating as he cradles me in his arms. He walks me all the way to my bedroom to carefully lay me on the bed.