I nod.
Ze slaps my ass, sharp and hot. I yelp in surprise, moaning when ze does it again to the other cheek. “You like that?”
I nod again, arching my back in a silent question for more; Eris obliges with a few more cracks of zis palm against my ass, until I’m begging zim to fuck me. It’s been a long time since anyone else has touched me, and nothing has ever felt half as good as Eris’s hard, scorching strikes. My hole is aching to be touched, filled, fucked, anything ze wants.
Eris’s hand slides down my arms one by one to pull them behind me, pinning my wrists below my shoulder blades with one hand. Back forced into a deep arch, I’m crushed face-first into the pillow. Delighted and breathless by the weight of zim holding me immobile, I’m at zis mercy, trembling in anticipation.
“Tell me.” The head of zis cock slides along my hole, grinding all the way to my clit and back, teasing me. “What do you want?”
I babble a “Fuck me, Eris, please, please, please,” into the pillow. My whimper is muffled as ze slowly pushes in, filling me perfectly. Zis gravelly voice echoes through the room in a ragged groan. Eris’s hand grips my wrists painfully tight. I can barely move in this position, barely breathe.
I love every second of it.
Eris grasps at my hip to pound into me, zis pace slow but relentless. “Jesus, Bambi, this hole was made for me. You feel so fucking good.”
Zis hand on my hip is the only thing keeping me upright. Pleasure climbs up my spine with every thrust. My legs quiver, on the verge of giving out. Eris lets me collapse into the bed, straddling my thighs as ze loops an arm under my hips to keep them angled perfectly and—
“Oh my god,” I moan. This is even better. The head of zis cock slides across a spot that drives me wild, each thrust pulling a loud cry from my lips. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this alive and held and needed this way, needed anyone the way I need Eris. “I’m so close, please, don’t stop,” I sob into the pillow.
“Fuck, you’re gonna come from this?” Eris’s breath is ragged. “My perfect little hole. You don’t even need me to touch your clit, do you?”
“No, need you just like this.” That voice, those words, this pressure building down my spine with every thrust. “Please, Eris.”
“God, Bambi, I’m coming as soon as you do. You’re so fucking gorgeous, begging me for it,” Eris says, zis voice strained.
I pant, my thighs quivering as my toes cramp and my back aches. The pain is exquisite. “Please don’t stop.”
“Say my name again when you come.”
I shout, muffled by the pillow, turning zis name and the needy babbling into a prayer as my orgasm surges through me. My body burns white hot as pleasure finally floods all of my senses and my head explodes into blissful white noise.
“That’s my Bambi, fucking Christ you’re amazing,” Eris lets go of my wrists as ze bends over me to finish zimself off, fucking my hole like I’m a toy. Zis body is slick with sweat, and zis chest hair prickles my skin.
I should feel objectified laying here, being used—or perhaps grossed out by the sweat—but I love it. I want more of it, the stretch of each thrust, the weight on my back. I never want zim to stop. Finding Eris’s hand as it helplessly grasps at the duvet, I bring it to my lips. Sucking zis fingers, the ones that still smell and taste like me, deep into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around each digit.
It’s not enough to bring zim the same incandescent bliss ze showed me, but it’s enough to make zim come. Eris’s lips pressagainst my spine, cursing under zis breath and hips stuttering until ze slowly collapses over me. Crushing me into the bed once more, Eris is all sweaty hair and heavy breathing like ze ran a marathon, and I preen at how undone I’ve made zim.
Ze rolls off of me far too soon with a groaned, “Fuck…”
“That good?” I tease to hide the pang of loss, the cooling of my skin in zis absence.
Eris laughs, stretching across the mattress. “Yeah, but I was gonna pull out and come on the snail.”
I laugh with zim, turning on my side and wincing as my hip lands in a puddle of damp duvet. “Oh, no!”
“What?”
“We missed the towel.”
Eris grins proudly, a manic glint in zis eye. “There’s another bed. We’ll use that one for sleeping after I’ve tired you out.”
I smile, relieved that this isn’t a one-off for Eris either. Crawling over zim to find a dry spot, I let Eris catch me around the waist to pull me on top of zim. Hand dragging up and down my back, ze holds me close as we both catch our breath.
The quiet brings questions that buzz like mosquitos: What does Eris want? How does this change things for us? What happens now?
But just as I start to spiral, Eris kisses me again, silencing my brain with bliss.
Twelve
