I haven't slept, which isn't really a problem. The real issue is the level of discomfort I'm reaching. I've been teetering on the edge of the mattress, struggling not to fall off whilealsonot moving a single muscle so I don't accidentally wakeher.
I've been in this horrible position for nearly seven hours now, since I first noticed that her breathing settled into the deep rhythm of sleep. And I've watched her sleep like a fucking creep all night.
It's still nearly pitch black and part of me wants to claw down the walls around us, wants to watch as the sun rises and paints early morning rays of warmth across her face. Everything here is so cold and artificial.
Over the last fifteen minutes, she's started moving, slowly waking up and wiggling herself further into me as she does. I can't even begin to guess how she'll feel about me still being in her bed, but getting to see her like this might be worth her wrath.
With a feather-light touch, I ease her hair from her face, my hand drifting down her neck and across her collarbone, cataloging every bite mark and hickey I've marked her with. A small smile lifts as I think about how she'll pretend to be furious at them, yet I've caught her more than once touching them absentmindedly, grinning to herself.
A sick feeling comes to my stomach, a realization I'm not ready to face trying to make itself known.
I push the stupid feeling down, focusing instead on the stunning creature snuggling against my chest.Herrelaxed face and wild hair, the way she smells so fucking delicious, even more so than usual, with all her scents mixed thoroughly with mine. She's the embodiment of sex, and right now, she's the scent of it, too.
My perusal continues down to where my black shirt drapes around her. The shirt is completely destroyed now. Covered in body fluids, ripped in several places from the grip I used on it when she was wearing it and I bent her over her desk.
She wears nothing beneath it now, the few buttons barely holding it together, hiding all the good stuff from me but taunting me with it nonetheless.
A sleepy sigh escapes through her lips, and I feel a burning desire to kiss another from them. She's barely approaching consciousness, and already, I have to touch her again.
Her eyes flutter open and land on mine, and I wait for her to kick me out, yell at me, pull away. I never know what to expect from her, the hot or the cold. So I wait.
A tiny smile spreads her lips, her sleepy eyes so warm and vulnerable I can't move, scared I'm gonna frighten this version of her away.
She doesn't say anything, so I don't either.
With surprising strength, even after all the training we've been doing, she pushes me down by my chest, laying me flat on the bed and straddling my waist. My dick jumps to immediate attention, only too happy to be this close to her warmth again.
Mischief lights up her face as she leans forward, planting hot kisses against my chest, andChrist,I'm already desperate to be inside her again. I barelymanage tokeep my hands to myself, putting them behind my head to watch while she explores at her own pace.
"You know," she teases against my collarbone, "I still haven't gotten to see what you look like naked in yourotherform."
I chuckle, "I don't think you're ready for that, Isla." The idea of fucking her like that is both terrifying and incredibly tempting. I can't tell her thatnobodyhas been with me that way. It's almost certainly too big to fit inside someone at that size, and I haven't been willing to harm a partner just to get an orgasm.
"That sounds like a challenge," she sits up, slowly grinding against my dick through my underwear, the heat of her pussy rubbing me decadently. The tattered shirt hangs loosely around us, hiding the spot where our bodies almost meet, giving me small flashes of her thighs bracketing my hips.
With a moan, I let her continue to writhe, soaking in the bliss of this salacious, languid version of her, all soft and slow, like we have all fucking day to get tangled up together. "It's not a challenge," I manage to say, closing my eyes to let her play with my body without me watching. I let her explore without an audience, using me like her own personal, made-to-fit sex toy. "It's just a warning. I genuinely might hurt you."
She giggles, her hands smoothing over my chest before moving one down my stomach, dancing dangerously close to the edge of my underwear before moving back up. The teasing is already driving me crazy. Why wait when I can fuck up into her right now? I can already feel just how wet she is, how hot and fucking ready her body is for me again.
But she wants to play, and I'm happy to be her plaything for a little while if it means she'll keep fucking touching me.
With a quiet moan, she leans forward again, her lips latching onto my neck while her hands on my chest give her leverage to rock back and forth on my length, pulling groans from my chest with every motion. Her hot mouth on my skin, the taunting touch of her tongue against my pulse, everything is brought into vivid color even with my eyes closed.
"I don't think I'd mind being hurt by you," she murmurs, the admission feeling so much deeper than just being about sex. My heart wants to escape my chest from how hard it pounds. But if I so much as react to the plainness in her words, she'll run and hide from me again, and I won't be able to fucking take it. Thankfully for both of us, she's happy to keep us in the safe realm of sordid sexual fantasies instead of admitting what we both already know. "Don't you want to bury that big cock inside me?" she coos right in my ear.
Andyes,I fucking do. But Ishouldn't.
"Isla," I groan her name. "You're killing me."
Her hands travel up my arms as she keeps planting filthy kisses across my neck, my jaw, down the front of my throat, licking a stripe up it and turning me into fucking putty in her hands as they wrap around my wrists, holding them down above my head.
Neither of us actually believes she could keep me here, but this power play is so fucking sexy I'm gonna let her pretend for as long as I can stand it.
"Come on, Eamon." She moans, loud and low, as she rocks hard against me. "Let out the monster. I wanna sit on it and you can watch as I take every inch. I'll sink down nice and slow, letting that big cock stretch me until it aches."
Jesus Christ.
"I-I can't," I practically wheeze.
