With my lungs sapped of oxygen and my head feeling much lighter, I collapsed in exhaustion on top of her body.
“Babygirl…” I gasped out next to her ear as my expanse of muscles completely obscured her slim frame. She didn’t say a word, made no movement, and appeared completely inert underneath me. “Selene…” I said again, more concerned this time, and frowned as I propped myself up on my elbows to make sure she was okay. The idea that I’d gone overboard and been too rough with her was disturbing.
“I’m alive,” she managed, her lush mouth and cheek half-buried in the mattress.
Her ocean eyes were closed in exhaustion, and her breathing was ragged but deep. I sighed in relief that she was okay and pressed a kiss to the bend of her neck. I knew that I was insatiable, an unstoppable machine, and that she struggled to keep up with me, but that was the price of sexual exclusivity with me.
She had taken on the responsibility of keeping me fed all by herself, so she couldn’t really complain if the beast wanted to eat all the time.
“Remember that time I told you that being with me wouldn’t be anything like being with Jareth?” I whispered, amused. “Well, I guess now you know what I was talking about…” With a twist of my hips, I pulled myself out of her warm pussy and rolled over next to her, my back flat against the wrinkled sheets.
I stared up at the ceiling.
Her smell was in the air.
That fucking coconut smell that made me want to go another round already. But after turning to look at her, I banished the idea of suggesting such a thing to her. Her eyelids were heavy with fatigue, and there were numerous marks all over her body, some of them pink, some of them darker. All of them left behind by my rough fingers and greedy lips. I’d worn her out,and even when I promised myself that I was going to be gentle with her, I always wound up mercilessly dominating her instead.
“You sure you’re okay?” I rolled onto my side and looked into her eyes. I wanted to hide the distress I was feeling in that moment, but I knew she’d sensed it already. Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. I turned it over, pressing my lips to the underside, and lingered there for a few moments, trying to focus on her pulse.
It was strong and regular. It pleased me just to feel it.
“I’m always okay with you,” she said in a small whisper.
“You can tell me if you’re not,” I insisted, moving closer to plant a kiss on her shoulder. After a few moments, I pulled back to give her what was undoubtedly a distant look.
I couldn’t do much better than that.
I’d always hated cuddles, soft caresses, and all that bullshit. I couldn’t give her those things, but I did feel the urge to let her know that I cared about her in my own way.
Selene, like most women, required at least some minor show of affection, especially after sex. But as bad as I was with words, I was somehow even worse with romantic gestures.
I just hoped she could understand some of what I was trying to tell her through the few means I understood and had at my disposal.
I stroked the curve of her slightly arched spine with my fingertips. Her ocean eyes were pointed at me, glittering just like the sea. I’d been drowning in them since the very first moment I saw her. Her crimson lips were parted just a bit, exhausted by my kisses. Her hair was disheveled and spread out in disorderly waves all over the sheets. Her nose scrunched up adorably as she smiled at me.
“I really am okay. I don’t want to change you, you know. I like you—all of you,” she whispered, soft, sweet, and weary. She was beautiful in her simplicity, though I had never told her that. I wasn’t accustomed to giving compliments; I didn’t like exposing myself in that way. I didn’t want my Babygirl to see too much of what was going on inside me. “What are you staring at?” She shifted slightly under my fingers as I continued to stroke her skin, watching her face raptly as though I’d been hypnotized.
“You’re even cuter after sex.” I let slip a bit of sincerity, biting my lower lip in delight at the funny little forehead crease that had just appeared between her eyebrows.
“Cute…” she repeated thoughtfully before pursing her lips in a disappointed expression. Apparently, she didn’t appreciate that descriptor either.
“Yeah, you look…reallynice.” I grazed her neck with the tip of my nose, and she shivered when my beard scruff made contact with her delicate skin, and damn it if I wasn’t feeling the urge to fuck her again.
My cock was in complete agreement.
“Neil…” she said in a lazy grumble, making it clear that I shouldn’t even think about starting anything up again.
“Uh huh?” I answered in a low murmur, slowly rubbing my erection against her thigh. I knew she couldn’t resist me.
“Don’t try that innocent act on me. I need a break and a shower.” She jerked away from my burning touch, and I shivered at the sudden cold absence. She sat up on the edge of the bed, offering me a view of her back and her butt cheeks, still red from my smacks.
Was she really turning me down?
I huffed in irritation and rolled over to stare at the white ceiling.
“Yeah, yeah, okay… Go on and take your shower…” I muttered irritably. If I’d been with Jennifer or one of my other blonds, she would have been begging me to give her a little more attention. Selene, however, wanted to put my mind through its paces rather than content herself with my naked body next to her.
Abruptly, my lucubrations disappeared as I felt her hands on me, her small body climbing astride me like a savage tigress. Her long hair fell over her breasts and stiff, pink nipples peeked between the auburn locks.
