I handed her the packet. "I'll make it last."
"It's extremely bold of you to assume you can outmaneuver my body but I've known it longer than you have."
I watched her frantic hands roll the condom down my shaft. "Yeah, that makes sense. I don't really know what I was talking about. I definitely didn't outmaneuver you into getting me suited up, did I?"
"Not the same," she huffed as I brought her ankle to my shoulder.
"Not even close." I gave her a crazy grin, the kind that said I couldn't be trusted with anything. It was the truth. I could not be trusted. I pushed inside her but then my brain shorted out and I had to press my mouth to her calf to keep from blurting out a whole slew of things that had no business between us here. "Why is your pussy as hot as the actual sun?"
I was in big trouble. Big fucking trouble. I'd constructed a belief system around the incident last week, effectively convincing myself it hadn't been as good as I remembered. It couldn't be. Nothing could be as good as those oppressive memories of her skin and her heat and her sounds.Nothing.
But that belief system was bullshit and I was in trouble because I couldn't stand this woman, though I'd fall apart right now if I couldn't have her again.
"I don't know but what the fuck are you doing to me?" She thrashed her head on the pillow, her hair flying around her in a wild cloud. I hooked her other leg around my waist, leaned down to swipe my tongue over a nipple in need of attention. "Your cock is going to rip me in half."
I snatched up the hand she had fisted over her mouth, set it on the back of my neck. "Would it kill you to put your hands on me? Goddamn, woman, get in the game."
"If I start touching you, I don't think I'm ever going to stop." She curled her fingers around my hair as I rocked into her, harder and harder with every tightening twist. "That's why."
"Not a good enough reason." I glanced away because I couldn't look at her right now. Not when she was giving me eyes that saidit's the truth and I don't know what to do about it. I didn't have a solution but I did have a vibrator and that was pretty much the same thing. "You better hold on, you little hellcat. I don't have a lot of patience for you right now."
"When do you ever?" She pulled her leg from my shoulder and shifted, locking her ankles around my waist. With that hand in my hair, she forced me down, brought my mouth to hers. "Not yet," she whispered, batting the vibrator away. "Don't use it yet. I'm not ready for this to end."
"And you think I am?" Pressure gathered at the base of my spine like a hot, blazing star, throbbing before it burned all the way out. "Just trust me for a fucking second, okay?"
She blinked up at me, nodded. Her lips said "Okay" but there was no sound. She hooked an arm under one of mine, wrapping her hand over my shoulder like she did trust me but she needed something to keep her steady while she did it.
I almost stopped and told her this was a mistake. She shouldn't trust me and I shouldn't have asked for that from her. I couldn't do any of the things she needed, not beyond this singular moment of sex and sparring.
I held my tongue. I didn't know why.
I pulled out just enough to position the vibrator where I wanted it and then thrust back inside as the first pulses rattled a groan from both of us. Anyone who passed on toys with a partner was missing the hell out. This was next-level fucking. I didn't have to tweak my wrist trying to give her clit the attention it needed, and all the while those rumbles did outstanding things for me too.
She kept herself locked around my shoulder, her nails cutting into my skin every time I bottomed out. The pillows were gone, once again, and the blankets a fucking disaster. Her heels were digging mean, bony bruises into the small of my back and I couldn't wait to groan about it in the morning. I had no depth perception to speak of right now but it seemed like we'd fucked the bed at least a foot away from its original position against the wall. She breathed her soft gasps against my ear while she raked her fingers over my scalp, drawing scrapes and swirls that made my eyelids heavy and my face tingle. I closed my eyes to drown in those sensations and I kept them shut because she'd see a million different things if she met my gaze and I couldn't risk a single one of them.
A tremor snaked down my legs as she clenched hard around me. The kind of clench that said she was close and all I had to do was get her there and then I could start resenting her for making me work so hard at proving her own rules wrong.
"Fuck.What are you doing to me?" I hadn't intended to say that. I'd heard the words in my head before I realized I was saying them out loud.
"I don't know," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "What are you doing tome?"
"Just get there, Shap," I growled. It was good to be back on solidly hostile ground.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?Get there, Shap," she mimicked. "Give me a reason to get there."
"You are demonic, how about that? Your hellcat demon body is torturing me right now and if you don't fuckingget there, I reserve the right to put you on your knees and make you choke on this dick like the brat you are. How about that for a reason?"
"Okay, fuck yes, that works," she panted.
I would've known it worked even if she hadn't said so. Her pussy was molten lava, she wouldn't stop squirming, and her hands were everywhere. My hair, my shoulder, my neck—everywhere, all at once. "There's my good girl."
"Oh, no, no, don't you dare with that again," she yelled into my shoulder. "Not unless you're committed to it. Don't tease me like that."
"I can commit. You know I can." I blinked down at her. "Now give me what I asked for, you little brat."
"I hate you," she ground out as she exploded around me.
"It's all right, honey, you can hate me all you want."
