Free Holt's Holding by a dagmara Page A

lord”…I breathed as his hands were both gripping to my
hips. He pushed his full length in as tempered and managed as he could allow.
My body oddly felt sore with his entrance. He filled me tight and fuller than I
thought I could handle. My breath caught in my lungs from the burn of his
entrance.   A pain I now understood I
longed for.   I almost felt like I could seriously be torn in half; in a very wanted and needed
way.
    His pull, was just as slow exiting, leaving me with more
need of his exquisite return. My hands gripped firm to the counter for balance
when his full return hit me.
    With each thrust, he felt as if he was deeper. The pain
exquisite; pushing my climax further, taking me entirely.   I could feel him under my skin and he felt,
oh shit, he felt like home.   My body was
so in tune to his with a scary familiarity.   Shut my head down, I needed, no want to only feel for this one moment I
wanted to let myself feel.   The build and
rush of blood had me lost.   I felt the orgasm
as it seeped down through every nerve ending.   His thrust now increased in speed, as he knew what and how I needed him.
    “Harder” I rasped thru labored breath, and he obliged.
    His pounding increased eagerly and his hand snaked around
climbing to the front of my neck. I circled my hips, taking his length further
need. The more I moved, the clearer it was becoming that this was what he
wanted.   Pausing, I sensed his need to
reign himself in.   The tension in him,
was building, as it dawned on me that this small display had me even more
turned on.
    Oh, I felt the desperation as my body began to shake with a
release I had no right to .   This was insane!   Letting go fully the orgasm surged through
me, a full on volcanic eruption, somewhere form the hidden depths of me
released. Yes, I screamed. My eyes closed and my heart beating erratically.
This was the release I so craved. His thrust seem to grow, and tension was
about to roll thru him and release.
    One last thrust and his body tensed fully while his grip
pulled me tight to him.
    I lowered my head to the counter and released a breath of
satisfaction.   This was so fucking
unexpected.   How the
hell did he do this?   And where the fuck was all my control?
    “You are an exquisite creature Lillian,” he breathed then proceeded
with one last kiss to my shoulder. Releasing his hands, he steadied himself.
Gently he began his retreat from my body leaving me sore…deliciously sore. With
the final length of him gone, I gasped.
    I could hear him fix his pants zipping them back up.
    Shit, what did I just do? The question now swirled thru my
head.
    Lifting my head off the counter, I looked to my now ripped
and hanging dress.   I gave up control?   I was pissed
at myself.   The fog cleared and anger
replaced it.   It wasn’t his fault, but rather my own.
    Pursing my lips, I frowned. “I really liked this dress.”
Sighing, I found myself shaking my head at my inner stupidity.
    “As did I,” he offered, with an amused tone in his voice.
    “Clearly.” I
replied in a sadistic tone, rolling my eyes.   Fuck, what did I just do?   Yes, I
had sex with him, but my control?   I abandoned it so easily!
    His body once more came down to my back, lingering a bit,
as he slowly reached over me; his hand firm around my waist, firm against his
body.   His cologne held me prisoner.
    Shit, what was he up to?
    “Spread your legs.” He ordered running his hands down the
side of my body, then proceeded to drop to my center.
    Oh, took me a minute, he had a rag in his hand, and it was
obvious what his intentions were.   He was
cleaning the evidence of his orgasm from between my legs.
    “How thoughtful of you.”   Again, I remarked in the same tone.
    His mouth, by my ear replied… “I can be, but that’s never a
certainty.” Taking my ear lobe in to his mouth, my arousal was quick to
respond.   Releasing his mouth, I didn’t need to turn around, to know the expression on