A blazing heat began to spread from my heart to the place between my thighs, which I rubbed together.
“Still sleepy,” I whispered. He chuckled, and his hot, voracious mouth grazed my neck. I raised my hand to shoo him away and heard another amused chuckle from behind me.
“So lazy…” he muttered cajolingly. Still half-asleep at that point, I turned over and peered at his face in the half-dark. Despite not being fully awake, I still had a sense of what his intentions were.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, but he shushed me quickly.
“You know I get frequent carnal urges…” Neil kissed my cheek and stroked along my ribcage before moving on to the area between my breasts and then down…to my stomach. I opened my eyes wide then but was still unable to see what I was looking for: his face.
“What…what time is it?” I stuttered confusedly, and he nibbled my neck.
“About four thirty. And you’ve done nothing but grind that sweet little ass against me, Tinkerbell,” he said in a sensual whisper, trying to defend his own state of arousal.
How long had he been in my bed?
I slid my fingers into his hair and stroked it while his lips meandered slowly down my throat.
I let him do it.
“And what if I don’t want to indulge you?” I decided to needle him just a bit; it was never a bad idea for a woman to make herself a little more enticing.
“Have I ever fucked you or even touched you without your consent?” he whispered into my ear, biting down on the lobe, and my breath caught.Why did he always have to talk like that? But I loved his words, no matter how crude or rough.
“No, never,” I answered unhesitatingly.
“Then I’m not going to start now,” he clarified, continuing his languid caresses all over my body. “But the thing is, you want me every bit as much as I want you…” His hand drifted slowly down to my pelvis and slid beneath my panties, searching for confirmation of his words. I tensed up as he explored that intimate place with a wickedness calculated precisely to arouse my desire.
At the same time, I felt the rough skin of his cheek graze me as his lips sought out mine. He sucked hard, and I let out a gasp, my hips automatically moving against his hand. In the dark of the night our breaths chased one another. My muscles were tired and thick, but Neil was so firm yet delicate that he kept me suspended between dream and reality.
He could be less aggressive when he worked at it, but I knew that, soon enough, his savage side would emerge.
Abruptly, he brushed my mouth with his tongue and stole a kiss. His other hand, meanwhile, continued to stroke between my thighs. He pressed the heel of his hand against my mons to stimulate my clit before sliding two fingers inside me. It was a game of lust, slow and sensual, that had me kissing him back with passion, just as he wanted.
I groaned and strained in the darkness to catch his stormy golden eyes, but the shadows were too thick to see his face.
He abruptly stopped kissing me—though he didn’t stop touching me—and sighed, rubbing the tip of my nose with his own.
“Should I go on, or do you want me to stop?” he asked mockingly, delighted by my physical reactions and well aware of how aroused I had become. I gave him a swat on the bicep that must have felt more like a caress to him.
“Keep going,” I answered in a shy voice. Neil accepted my invitation immediately and moved rapidly in the darkness. I felt his hands grope for my hips to pull off my panties. I raised my pelvis to help him and felt the fabric gliding down my thighs. Once he’d taken them off, he slowly traced a finger over the contours of me. He seemed to be studying me, like a sculptor might his masterpiece.
He meandered over the soft slopes of my body, searching for my bra clasp. He unfastened it deftly as soon as he found it, inviting me to take it off entirely. His every movement was certain and confident.
He didn’t say a word, but with one abrupt movement, he flipped me over.
I let out a surprised cry at finding myself suddenly on my stomach, my breasts compressed against the mattress.
I had briefly hoped that he wouldn’t choose this position again. It felt like he was still trying to overpower me, to bring me to heel and leave me no escape.
He forced my hips up, arranging me until my face was pressed to the pillow, my back arched, and my butt in the air. He maneuvered me easily, manipulating me the way he liked, and I lay there, completely exposed to him and his cock, which rested stiff and hot along the cleft of my ass. Then he began to move languidly, preparing us both for what was about to happen.
I tried to prop myself up on my elbows, but even with one hand, Neil pushed me back down easily. The message was clear: He wanted me to hold still.
“You are unbearable when you get like this,” I grumbled against the softness of the pillow. When he decided that he wanted me, there was nothing I could do to turn him away.
He drew one finger down the curve of my spine, provoking a series of intoxicating chills. My muscles were all subject to his touch, tortured in his inferno. Neil leaned over me, his warm breath touching me, and he began to kiss down my body from the nape of my neck. He proceeded delicately down my back until he arrived at my butt cheek, which he bit. I flinched in shock, and he massaged the sore spot, not realizing the ferocious pleasure it had kindled in me.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” His sultry voice diffused through the darkness, making everything feel surreal. “The men in that club were panting after you, wanting to touch you, but I’m the only one who can have you. Remember that, Tinkerbell,” he told me forcefully.
