My breath caught as I felt a finger penetrate both entrances, all the way in. The slamming of my eyelids was involuntary, but only for a second. I opened them right to his. Pine green eyes stared deep into my soul, somehow relaxing my body. It didn’t really hurt, and it wasn’t really uncomfortable, but I wasn’t sure I liked it.
“You know what I think now, baby?”
No answer. I didn’t have one in me. I didn’t know what I thought, let alone what he thought. My senses were all over the place, hard wired to maximum capacity. Even my erect nipples were on high alert. I moaned, twisting them myself at the same time I felt both fingers sliding easily in and out of me, but I didn’t answer.
“I think you really do like this. I think you forbid it back then because you were embarrassed. Your body convulsed just like it is now,” he explained with sexy, raspy words.
I felt exactly what he described. At first it was just a tremble, and then he picked up speed, shoving in and out of me while three fingers worked magic. The tips of his fingers on one hand worked over my swollen nub, quick rapid circles. I think a middle finger and maybe his thumb took care of the rest.
“I couldn’t touch you back here because you were afraid of this, right? That’s all it was? All this time I thought you really didn’t like it, and it was this. I know you can’t remember, but I do. I fucked your ass just like this, one finger in your pussy, and four fingers right here. Just like this.”
“Aaah, yes, Pax. Right there, oohh don’t stop, baby.”
Everything around me exploded, not just me. Everything. “Just like this. You squirted clear up my arm, just like this.”
My body collapsed, sinking into the mattress while my eyes remained closed, and I rode out every single wave.
“Jesus, Gabriella,” Paxton exclaimed.
“You do know I was probably only seventeen the first time you stuck your finger in my ass, right? I probably did flip out,” I said as my body calmed, still trembling with after effects and heavy breaths.
Paxton pulled my hands, lifting me upright with him. “You didn’t flip out, you ran away, screaming at me how much you hated it, and how I violated you without your permission. You were very upset, enough so that I didn’t cross that line again. See, I’m not as bad as you think I am. I’ve got a soft spot, and I didn’t want to cause you that kind of discomfort if it upset you that much. You were a liar then, too. You fucking loved it. It scared you, didn’t it?”
“You’re an idiot, and you’re an idiot. Let me ride you.”
“No, lay down. I’ll do the riding.”
“You can do the work. I’ll just sit there,” I said while manipulating my way to the top. I got an uncooperative look, but he didn’t stop me when I pushed him back. I moved to his lips and kissed him, long and passionate.
Paxton easily slid into me, eyes instantly closing with a soft grunt. “Be still, just sit there,” he warned as he pulled my hair, bringing my lips to his, and crushing hard. He held onto my hips when I sat up, keeping himself buried in me. His hips swayed as he gently rocked me over his shaft, deeply, back and forth, eyes held by a trance that I couldn’t deny.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Stop,” I said right back, using the same dramatic tone. This wasn’t about that, and I didn’t want him to make it that. I was still mad at him and I had every right to be.
Paxton left it at that, focused on the action going on between our legs, and brought us both to the top. Maybe sex wasn’t supposed to be in our homework, but regardless, I think we both needed it. Paxton rolled me over, and finished with slow moving strokes, in and out.
“You were like a flower I’d never seen before,” he quietly spoke.
“I was broken.”
“I didn’t know that. You never told me that.”
I hummed a little, feeling the impending build of another orgasm. “Why not?”
Paxton thrust deep into me when he replied. “I guess I didn’t want to hear about it. You were safer that way.”
“You mean you were safer that way,” I countered, hips pressing into his.
“Maybe. I liked you being afraid of me. I liked you doing everything I told you to do.”
“But why did I do it. That’s the part I don’t get.”
Paxton blew out a puff of air and kissed my nose. “Right? Maybe because you’re not really the Gabriella I married.”
“Shut up, that’s not why. It’s the loss of memory. Mi says my mind reverted back to when I was my own person, when I was like my mom, setting my own rules.”
“Mi’s crazy though.”
That came out of nowhere. Paxton shoved hard into my hips and released inside of me. His body stiffened above me and soft satisfying moans sang like birds in my ears. I loved it when he made that sound. I was almost there, too, ready for the third one, but not quite.
I tried to squirm away, needing to run all of a sudden, but Paxton held me down. “But I don’t want to be her, Paxton. You can’t have all the control.”
Paxton didn’t say anything for a few moments. He pressed hard into me, rubbing his pelvic bone right over my clit. Our eyes stayed locked while I bit down on my bottom lip, and rode it out, an orgasm completely out of the blue. My blue, not his. Paxton knew exactly what he was doing. He watched my face while bringing me to a bliss I didn’t know was there.
“You think so?” He smirked.
I assured him that I was okay with him controlling my multiple orgasms. No complaints there. “You can control that.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“We’re supposed to be discussing how we felt when we first met, not having sex,” I reminded him.
Paxton rolled over and covered his eyes with his arm. “You were nothing like Tatiana, and that’s what I loved about you. The way you shrank inside yourself when I looked at you did crazy things to me. I’m not lying when I say I loved fucking with you. It was so different with you.”
“But you were married with a baby.”
“I didn’t plan on marrying you.”
“Oh right, you were only playing with me, charging me rent for staying in your unoccupied cottage.”
“You can’t get mad at me for answering your questions. You want me to lie about it?”
I blew out a noticeable breath of air and tossed the blanket over his crotch while covering myself. “No, tell me the truth. I’ve heard enough lies for a lifetime.”
Paxton tossed the covers back off and turned to me, propped to one elbow. “How many have you told, Gabriella?”
“Yeah, good point,” I said as I took in air, agreeing with the truth. “Cover yourself up.”
“No, why?”
“Because, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you and I keep looking at it.”
Paxton smiled and dropped back to his back. “You can look at it. I like it when you look at it.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“If you only knew.”
“Tell me. Where was your wife while you were here, playing house with me?”
“Oh, we never played house, sweetie. You didn’t stay in my bed.”
“You don’t have to be a dick about it. I don’t have to stay in it now either.”
“Not being a dick, just telling you the truth. I came here first because of my business. After I sold off all these lots, I started bidding jobs. The one for Carter Bank and Trust Company was too big to pass up. The plan was for me to come here and get the house ready. She wouldn’t stay here because of the mess and chaos. I had to use the bathroom in the garage for a week. There was no way Tatiana would have done that.”
“Then what?” I questioned as I slid closer to him, taking comfort in his warmth.
He raised his arm for me, but then moved me. “Wait, what did you do with my stone?”
“It’s out on the deck with mine. Answer my question.”
“Wait, I have to go get it.”
I frowned when I watched his naked ass walk away, out to the balcony to fetch a stupid rock.
Paxton smiled when he placed them on the stand, still connected by magnetic force. “They can sleep together tonight.”