I’m here, with my arms around him, my hips melded to his, my mouth greedily seeking out more of his own.I’m in this, I’m with him, I want to remember every second of tonight.
The exhaustion I felt is a light blanket, still there, pressing on my shoulders, but what he said, about fucking me while I’m unconscious, it seems comical now.
I won’t sleep through this.
He bites down on my bottom lip as if to ensure just that, and in the next moment, his teeth are clashing once more with mine as he works out exactly how to kiss me. The sounds he makes, little whimpers and moans I didn’t know would make me feel so absolutely feral, push me formore.I reach between us, dropping one arm from around his back. I feel the hardness of him, long and thick, but it’s notthatI go for, scared I might frighten him off if I do. Instead, I shove aside my sleep shorts, exposing myself between us.
He dips his chin, pressing our temples together once more, our lips apart as his eyes find mine. I moan at how good it feels, even just this, when there’s no barrier for me and I can feel so much more of him between my thighs.
“Put your arm back,” he finally says, his voice guttural and rough.“Don’t let me go.”
I don’t even smile at the command.
I just obey.
I curl my fingers into the ends of his thick hair, gripping him tightly.
He inhales deeply and my cheeks flush as I realize I can smell me, too, between us.
My lips are swollen from his on mine. My neck throbs where he bit me. I’m so fucking wet, it would take nothing for him to press into me if he wanted, and I feel completelyalive.
He glides one hand up my back possessively, firm and heavy with his touch. Then he latches onto my neck again, squeezing the sides.
I squirm into him, arching my hips up and down, grinding against his erection straining through his gray sweats as I stare up at him.
He doesn’t look away from me, forcing me closer with his other hand on my hip, urging me on.
I want to get him naked.
I want tobenaked.
I want myself laid out on the bed for him, thighs spread, every part of me exposed for any use of his.
But if this is what will ease him into this, intous,I’ll take it.
His threats about fucking me unconscious were part of this role he plays, trying to be more angry and dangerous and vile than he is.
Even if he was, even if one day he feels free enough to really hurt me, to take advantage of me while I’m sleeping, I’ll welcome it.
But this stage, this step, I want it, too.
He pulls back a little, glancing down.
I follow his gaze as I watch myself shift my hips, grinding against him. I can feel how swollen andachingmy clit is, and I don’t look away as I rub myself against the bulge in his sweats. It’s erotic, seeing me,naked,dry fucking him like this. There will be a wet spot on his pants from me, but if I do this right, they’ll be a bigger one from him.
At the thought, that’s all I achingly, desperately want.
To make him come.
I curl my fingers, pressing into the back of his skull as I lift my heavy eyes to his and keep grinding over his cock. He helps me with his hand on my ass, but his other comes around myneck, sliding upward to cup my face, gloved fingers spanning my cheekbone.
His thumb glides over my swollen mouth, stinging from where he bit me, just like my throat, my thigh.
It feels good, being covered in his pain.
He pulls down on my bottom lip, exposing my lower teeth, his gaze seeming to trace each one. Nerves prickle along my spine, imagining what he’s thinking. If he wants to break my incisors, so I’ll be more like him. If he would ever twist one out of my mouth, yanking out the root.
If I would ever let him.
