Deep Surrendering (Episode Two) Read Online Free Page A

down my thigh and then up again, before stroking me with his fingers, pushing one inside me and then repeating the process.
    It. Was. MADDENING. I wanted him to keep touching me. To keep plunging his fingers inside of me. I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted his tongue and his lips and fingers working. But I kept silent.
    “So impatient. If we do this again, you’re going to have to learn. I’ll be more than happy to teach you control, sweet Marisol.” I was screaming inside my head for him to just fuck me, but he wouldn’t.
    I couldn’t stay silent as he grabbed me by my waist and flipped me on my back.
    “I want to watch your face as I make you come. Only then will you be allowed to make a sound. Nod if you understand.” I nodded and he crawled between my legs, putting his hands under my ass to lift me closer to his tongue. I’d never had a harder time being silent than when he licked me up and down before plunging his warm tongue inside me.
    With just his mouth, he teased me, going hard and then pulling back, sucking and then blowing on my most sensitive areas until I was coiled so tight I could feel my release just beyond my grasp.
    “Not yet,” he said. “Hold on.” I gripped the sheets as hard as I could and willed my body to be under my control as he drove me further and further toward orgasm.
    And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he licked me one final time.
    “Now. Come for me.” As if my body was controlled by him alone, I let go, crying out words that all came together and made no sense. He kept his mouth on me, making it last. Distantly I heard a package rip and he pulled away.
    And then, just as I thought it was over, he was above me and thrusting inside me with one smooth stroke. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, slamming so hard into me it was almost painful. I was still tender from my orgasm, but wet enough that he slid in with no resistance.
    “Fuck, you’re so sweet and tight for me, Marisol.” He smiled down at me as if I’d done something worthy of winning a prize. I was still dazed as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and pulled out, thrusting hard again. I couldn’t help making a noise, and he clamped one hand over my mouth. I had a momentary urge to bite his fingers.
    “No. Talking.” He thrust with each word to drive the point home before setting a pace that my body almost couldn’t keep up with, but once I got the rhythm of it, I was matching him, silently urging him on.
    “My sweet girl,” he panted, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and falling into the bed, our bodies slippery with moisture.
    Impossible as it might have been, I could feel myself rising again. If only he’d move just a little . . .
    THERE.
    With a few more thrusts, I was coming again, and I was too busy trying not to make a sound to realize that he was coming as well, calling out a number of obscenities, my name mixed in there as well.
    He fell to the side, panting and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
    “Am I allowed to talk now?” I asked.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    He turned toward me with a glare on his face, but it melted into a smile as he moved some of the hair out of my eyes.
    “Yes, you can talk now.” The dark Fin was gone, replaced by the goofy sweet one who brought me flowers and made stupid jokes. I was attracted to both of them. Very attracted.
    I turned on my side, propping my head on my arm. “When do I get to see you naked?” There was only one part of him exposed and he quickly got to his feet and headed to the bathroom before I could get a chance to . . . examine the situation further. He came back zipped up and with his hair slicked back.
    “Probably never. I don’t take my clothes off to have sex.” He sat down on the corner of my bed, much too far away. I looked around for my robe and pulled it around myself.
    “You know that’s kinda fucked up, Fin,” I said. He looked at me and I saw a ripple of anger and . . . something else.
    “I’ve