I had never felt more sexy, more in control, more desired than I did watching Rema watch me. His hands rose, sliding over my body as I worked over him.
And then suddenly Rema was on his feet, looming over me, his hand at my throat, pushing me backwards as the music turned darker, more sensual, bringing forth images of black silk sheets and writhy bodies.
He maneuvered me around, my back to his front, his hips leading mine in rhythmic motions that could only be described as sex. His hand tightened on my throat, and then twirled me away from him, one of his lower hands grasping my forearm to jerk me back into him at the last second.
I hit his body with a gasp, and he stepped me backwards, his wings spreading wide.
I caught the rhythm of his dance, and moved with him. It was a kind of underground salsa so carnal I felt as if we were making love instead of dancing in front of a crowd. Rema was an excellent dancer, leading me without effort across the ballroom in hard, dominating steps, stalking me, herding me across the floor. I felt like prey as we moved. My heart beating an erratic tempo, my pulse pounding in my ears as I grew wet enough to soak through my thong and dampen my thighs into a slick mess I felt with every step.
Flowers bloomed in my hair and on my flesh, but all the while I couldn’t look away from Rema’s eyes. They bore into mine, demanding my surrender. I didn’t dare look away.
My skin felt tight, too sensitive to the rasp of Rema’s clothes against my exposed skin. My new piercings tingled, my nippleshard little points, and the ache between my legs had taken on a life of its own, throbbing with each beat of my heart. My mind whirled with our movements, seeming unable to keep up, like it was outside my body and falling behind.
And then the music stopped and Rema was kissing me, my body hefted up so that my legs wrapped around his waist.
I didn’t hear anything, see anything,tasteanything, but him. I was lost in the haze of his burning desire, his unwavering love for me. The possessivewanthe was feeling pulled me under, drowning me.
I don’t know how we got there but suddenly my back met cool sheets that slid like silk under me, and Rema was peeling me out of what little clothing I had on like I was a prize to unwrap. When he broke our kiss to rise above me to jerk his shirt off, revealing the hard expanse of his upper body, I felt a shock of desire so sharp I shook with it.
I looked down at myself to see that I was completely naked. He’d even taken my shoes off at some point. There was a hand print sized bruise on my hip and I shivered looking at it.
I yelped when hands at my ankles jerked me to the end of the bed, more hands at my knees wrenched my legs apart wide enough to make my hips twinge with warning. I came up on my elbows to look down the length of my body to see dark eyes staring at me from between my legs where he had knelt on the floor, the silver long swallowed by his dilated pupils. His wings rose up behind him, blocking my view of anything but him, and I whimpered. The need was a ball of burning emptiness inside me, so when fingers speared deep inside me and a hot tongue swirled around my clit, my back bowed on a scream.
He spread my channel with scissoring fingers, his mouth hungry on me. Sucking and biting and licking so that the orgasm snuck up on me like a thief in the night, wrenching a ragged moan from my throat.
Rema didn’t stop. Instead, he added a third finger, pumping them in and out of me in a relentless rhythm, his mouth latching onto my clit to suck at it in a hard pull.
“God, Rema! Yes,” I cried out, finally finding my voice.
I twisted my hips, trying to grind into him, only to cry out when he added a fourth finger. Hands slid up my stomach to pinch my nipples, tugging on the new bars, twisting them. Delicious pain flared from my pussy, his fingers spreading wide to prepare me and then I was pressed hard against the mattress by my orgasm, my hips jumping helplessly against it.
He rode me hard through it, his hand pressing into my pussy like an invader, his mouth working my clit like it owed him fucking money. All I could do was close my eyes and scream.
I hadn’t finished coming when Rema pulled his hand out of my body and his mouth off my clit. Cold liquid poured over my overheated cunt, shocking me enough to open my eyes in time to see him pour more lube on his cock and then he was stepping between my legs, his primary hand guiding the tapered head of his cock against my aching opening.
“Look at me, Patty,” Rema demanded harshly, his voice a dark growl.
I did, meeting his eyes as he pressed forward. The piercing at the head of his cock scraped against my sensitive walls as it entered me easily enough, the first inch stretching me, but not overly so. And then Rema pulled back to press forward again in a shallow thrust and the second inch burned like fire. He was too thick!
I sat up on my elbow, grunting, my hand slapping against his abs, not pushing him away but warning him.
“I know. I know,” he gritted out, sweat gathering on his forehead at the effort to go slow. His lower hands gripped my thighs to hold me still and he pulled out again to press forwardsin another shallow thrust. My body resisted, clenching around him like a vice and Rema retreated.
“Press Rema. Press and then pull back,” I panted, sitting up to watch him entering me. The skin at the opening of my pussy was stretched tight around the girth of his cock. He wasn’t even a third of the way inside me, only the head having managed to make it this far.
He grunted, pulling out and then pressing hard back inside. I cried out as the burning stretch grew so intense that I wanted to tell him to stop, but I needed him inside me more than I wanted release from the pain.
When he’d managed another inch, he pulled back out again, producing a lube bottle from thin air and upending it to pour even more onto the head of his cock, and then he poured some on his fingers, pressing them inside my aching center to coat me further.
When he was satisfied that I was wet enough, his cock replaced his fingers once more, pressing inside like an invader. The first piercing on the side of his cock was inside me. It was such a tight fit that I could feel every single round piece of it rubbing along my walls as Rema tunneled his way into me. Out and hard press in, out and in, with hard, controlled thrusts.
We were both slick with sweat by the time he was halfway. I felt as if I was being split in two and Rema’s emotions were raw, animalistic desire slamming up against the iron wall of control in his need to not harm me. A twisting tendril of despair that he might not actually fit creeped up my spine.
When he made to push back inside me, I pushed against his chest with my hand.
“Wait. Let me ride you. That might help,” I said, my voice a rasp.
Rema nodded, his eyes dark fire and climbed onto the bed, laying flat on his back with his wings spread out on either side.
