“Eyes on me, Princess.”
I looked up at him, burning and blistering.
“I plan on having you for the next two days, and we can’t do that if I tear you up the first time, so you get half of me. Only half. And if you do very good? Well, you might just get all of—”
“Do it!”
He jerked. “Geez, okay.”
“And if you dare—”
He pushed all the way in.
The single thrust sent me into the stars.
The world fractured from our first joining and I was unable to stop the moan breaking from my throat. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist and held me by my ass, thrusting himself inside of me, moving in a slow rhythm.
“Now, lay back, take it,” he said. “And make those noises I like.”
Once he had successfully stretched me to properly accommodate him, he went quicker, beating his cock into my terrain, over and over, faster and faster. Conquering me with each thrust. I whined and whimpered and rocked my hips with his. He became ravenous, wearing a savage grin, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass until I would wear the bruises of his fingertips tomorrow. Our breathing synced. Each thrust drifted closer to the finale.
We came together.
I cried out through whimpers; he groaned in sanction.
His seed filled me, hot and wet, mixing with my own arousal. He did not pull himself out, and left his cock still hard, half inside of me, and hunched down, lying on top of me.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, I wrapped my arms around his back, hugging him. He rested his face next to mine on the mattress, his warm breath tickling my ear and we both stayed there, stuck together, inside and out, withering with defeat from our climax.
Soon his fingers played with a strand of my hair as we laid there together, without desire to move. He smelled like sex, I smelled like sex too. That sweet generous tang. I kept my legs locked around his waist, not allowing him to move even if he wanted to, keeping his cock housed inside of me.
I wanted this moment to last for eternity.
The moment my daydreams had finally become a reality.
I did it.
I let the man who broke into my bedroom at 2am steal my dignity and I smiled with thoughtless delirium. His lips brushed my cheek like a kiss. It felt like a kiss, a soft kiss, but I doubted it was.
A noise emitted from him. A smirk, I think.
“That was incredible.” I exhaled a heavy breath. “My heart is racing.”
He stopped playing with my hair and rested his hand flat over my heart, feeling the beat.
Then, he lifted up, leaving his cock speared inside of me and pressed his chest into mine. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
“Oh, your hearts beating fast too.” I snuggled into him. “For a guy who runs around a massive city and kills people, you’re pretty out of breath just after one round.”
He peeled himself up, and looked down at my chest and then his, frowning.
Now with his face so close to mine, the candlelight flicked across the glass concealing his eyes and I became witness to a flutter of his lashes dashing closed and open.
He moved up, taking his dashing lashes with him, slowly extracting himself from out of me, careful. Next, he grabbed a box of tissues off the bedside table. Holding my legs open, he cleaned his seed.
I suddenly wondered what it might be like to kiss him.
Funny that. He’d tasted me, fucked me, and here I was, all blushed and hot about the thought of kissing him.
