She raised her face to kiss his mouth, but he turned away.
“After. Just now, I’m impatient.” He moved down and took her breast into his mouth.
She arched.
His teeth bit down on her, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make her breath catch. She struggled some; she couldn’t help it. Everything he did seemed to make her wild. He moved down her body and licked between her legs, then plunged his tongue inside. She writhed and arched. She put a hand on his head, but he knocked it away, so she clutched the linens instead.
“Please,” she whispered. “Ev, I want—”
He crawled up the bed and her body. “I know what you want. I made you want it.” He put his cock at her entrance and thrust inside. Her back bowed, loving the feel of him with her throbbing all around him.
She rocked her pelvis forward, drawing him deeper. A low moan escaped his throat, and then his lips curved into a small smile.
“Good girl. Despite your protests, this body of yours knows when it’s met the right match.”
He clutched a fistful of her hair, holding her head in one position while his mouth sucked on her neck. She tried to move, but most of her was trapped.
His body banged her clit as he entered her roughly again. She gripped the sheets and tightened around him, feeling pleasure deep in her belly. She groaned at the desperate need building within her.
“So soft and slippery. Your little purse likes to be full.”
She felt both humiliated and proud. It was so confusing. Her relentless attraction to him was not under her control. Even when she thought she should show some reluctance, she couldn’t.
Her breasts bounced, drawing his attention. He slowed and bent his head to lave her nipples.
She arched, rubbing her clit against him. “Please,” she rasped, the tension building to a feverish need.
He grasped her buttocks and dragged her against him as he thrust all the way into her. The tension burst, rippling through her. She moaned and rode the delicious waves.
She wrapped a leg around his waist and put her hand on his side. She doubted he even noticed. His clenching buttocks and contracting muscles were driven by his own need.
She cried out as he thrust very deep again, banging into places at her core. Then his hips jerked in small pulses, and she felt a liquid warmth. His breath was uneven and harsh against her neck.
She pressed her leg against his back in a little embrace, but he pushed it off him and rose up, slipping out of her. He stared down at her.
She rose onto her elbows, watching him too. His chest expanded with breath, a fine sheen of sweat made his muscles glisten. He was quite beautiful.
He ran a hand through his hand, and he looked around, then back at her.
“You can have a kiss now,” he said.
She noticed though that he didn’t lower himself to make that possible.
“It’s all right. I’ve had something better than a kiss.”
He laughed and then did bend lower. “I’m not used to it,” he admitted.
“What? Kissing?”
“Yes.”
“Because you’re used to doing this with pets, and kissing wasn’t part of it?”
“Yes. We avoid kissing them. It’s often a sign of affection between people. Pets who are kissed too much often get confused. They begin to think themselves loved in ways they aren’t.”
“What else don’t you do with a pet?”
“I don’t share a bed with them. None of them has ever even been in this room, except when sneaking a peek at it, in violation of the rules.”
