Yes, that was the kind of kiss I wanted to receive.
Then, Selene slipped her hand into my hair and drew me closer to her, so I started kissing her my way.
The way that hurt her.
The way that hurt me.
Selene was the only one who didn’t just arouse me; she made me actuallylose control. She didn’t know anything about pleasure, yet I liked everything about her, even her shyness. I was dominant—not just in bed—she seemed to appreciate that part of me, though she’d never admit it.
“Make it fifteen. Fifteen minutes, and then I’m booting your ass. And I will boot it, you know. Your ass will be bright red tomorrow,” I whispered, irritable and terribly confused, but all she did was nod.
I went back to kissing her. My thoughts were swarming, crowding together chaotically.
Too chaotically.
The more I kissed Babygirl, the more I searched the meandering pathways of my brain for an escape route, of which I found none.
All my blood was concentrated in my cock, and it was getting very difficult to think rationally. Her sharp moan further inflamed me and only made me lay claim to her with more force.
All at once her hands were pushing at my shoulders because she couldn’t breathe.
She never could kiss very well, my Babygirl. She was too awkward.
I looked into her eyes as I paused to let her get some air. Selene rested her forehead against my chest and breathed.
She breathed me in.
“You still can’t kiss,” I mocked while she stood still, breathing deeply.
“You… You…” she babbled, trailing off.
“I… I…?” I asked derisively, stroking the back of her neck soothingly. Slowly, she looked up at me. In her eyes, I saw seas of pleasure, oceans of arousal.
I could feel her hot breath curling over my skin, on my flesh, and along my muscles.
“You have to go.” I felt like a prisoner of my senses, delirious. I was actually delirious.
“You don’t want me to go,” she answered with certainty.
The blood began to race in my veins, and the combined scent of us hung in the air.
I was enjoying being hers in that moment, in those fleeting fifteen minutes. But I had to make her see it was just an unworkable illusion.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I said then, hoping it would make her understand the kind of trouble she was getting into.
“Okay. Do it,” she said challengingly.
She’d lost it for sure. We were caught in a storm of destructive desire, and neither of us could think straight.
“I’ll do it like I do it with the other girls. No feelings,” I insisted, sure that this would finally make her back up.
I remembered what Dr. Lively told me: I had to abstain from sexual intercourse, from violating my own body or else…
“You seem tofeelpretty strongly about the lack of feelings.” She smiled at her own joke, and I gave her a puzzled look. What was that silvery glint in her eyes? Was she looking at me with…adoration? I licked my lips, gathering a bit of her flavor. That sweet, irresistible feminine taste. Then, I stroked the soft skin of her cheek, and she kissed my fingers.
Her every breath produced shivers.
In me. In her. In the both of us.
