“Oh, my God.” Her back arches. “So good. Okay… you can take your time.”
I smile and get rougher. She groans and hooks a knee over my shoulder. It brings her pussy right up to my mouth, making it easier to feast on her.
I don’t stop until she’s begging me to fuck her. When I move up her body, I grab her wrists and pin them over her head.
“Hey—?”
“Be quiet. And behave.”
Our eyes lock and she shivers, her lips pressing together in a pout.
Shoving my free hand between us, I position my cock at the opening of her pussy and drive into her. Her gasp is part pleasure and part pain.
I lower myself so my torso presses down on her. Now she’s trapped, and from the way she rubs her chest and pelvis against me, she likes it.
Stretching her arms up over her head makes her whimper, but she never tries to close her thighs.
I fuck her with punishing strokes, and her hips rise to meet me. Being rough feels good to me, too.
“Your body likes when I fuck you deep.”
She licks my chest and sucks on the edge of my pec, like she wants to eat me alive. I can’t imagine anything feeling better, until one of her legs wraps around my back and tries to drag me deeper into her body.
My groans turn into growls.
“So good,” she says, gasping as she comes on my cock.
The walls of her pussy contract around my dick, sucking like a mouth. And suddenly I’m coming, too, like a ship going down to the call of a siren.
“Fuck,” she moans, her lithe body straining against mine.
I pump and seed jets out of me, filling her and dripping down around the junction of our bodies. It’s filthy and hot. We grind against each other, dragging out the orgasm until there’s nothing left.
Despite my conditioning, I struggle to catch my breath as I release her wrists. She moves slowly, staring up at me. The intensity in her eyes ties us together even tighter. Her hand caresses the back of my neck as her breath blows against my lips.
We’ve moved beyond sex now. It’s like the connection between a ship and its mooring, bound together and oblivious to outside forces like weather or currents.
“Give me some of that again,” I say, lowering my head.
“Some of what?”
“Your sugar.” My lips brush over hers. I can take what I want, but I’d rather have her give it to me. It’s sweeter that way.
Her lips press against mine, and her tongue slides into my mouth to caress me.
Yeah, this is exactly what I want.
28
ARYA
After the sex, I fall deeply asleep for a couple more hours. When I wake, I feel incredible. Rested in a way I haven’t felt since high school.
I’m surprised to find Erik still in bed with me. I’m curled against his side, and his left arm is draped over me, heavy and warm. I love the feeling, but I’m still harboring doubts. His hunt for Casanova could be making life more dangerous.
He leans against the headboard, reading again, and I lie still, listening to his breathing.
When he turns off the tablet, I raise my head.
