Neil was the kind of guy I could only have defined in one word: virile.
“Yeah… I would definitely describe that as a large, majestic…” I babbled awkwardly, “…glory.” I cleared my throat and quickly looked away, already feeling my cheeks start to burn.
What the hell was I talking about? I was completely embarrassed, and he chuckled.
I tried to inch away to escape the awkwardness, but Neil grabbed my wrist and tugged me back onto the bed before nimbly hopping on top of me. Without so much as a good morning kiss or a measly little caress, he hit me with one of his provocative smiles. I had some idea of what his intentions were, but I hoped he didn’t want a full repeat of the night before—I was still sore.
I closed my eyes and gulped.
He arched his back so I could really feel his stiff member against my crotch. He was trying to seduce me, to make me melt in his hands. I readied myself to take him again, to weather the ferocious thrusts, the hungry hands, and the kisses that stole my breath, but I didn’t feel any of that. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and I found him propped up on his elbows, frowning intensely at my neck, then at my breasts, and finally at my hips.
“Have you ever felt like I don’t respect your body?” he asked abruptly, his eyes suddenly boring into mine. He sounded unusually serious, and it seemed that I could even detect a hint of worry in his tone. It wasn’t easy to parse his question with his body still on top of mine, but I answered him honestly.
“That you don’t respect me as a woman? Yes. But my body specifically…no,” I admitted. I hoped I was making sense: I felt belittled when he sought out other women while he was with me, but I had never felt like he’d physically violated me or touched me against my will. Even when I pretended to reject his touch, he knew my real desires; he could sense my arousal, and he knew what I wanted.
Every time, we played lion and gazelle, but we both knew how it was always going to turn out.
“So you like the way I am?” he insisted, and he appeared to be genuinely troubled and anxious to hear my response.
“Which part are you talking about?” I asked, and he sighed impatiently.
“In bed…how I am in bed,” he specified, and I finally realized what he was trying to have a conversation about.
“Yes…” I managed, a little embarrassed. “Sometimes you can be a bit too…” I paused and tried to find the right word. “Carnal,” I said finally. “But I like all of you,” I admitted freely, heart on my sleeve. I had accepted him, all his virtues and all his flaws.
He looked skeptically at me for a few seconds before drawing closer to press a kiss to my throat. It was unexpected. The sweet gesture gave me chills, and I dug my hands into his hair as he bent down to kiss one of my breasts as well. He mouthed my nipple, and I moaned, pressing his head into my chest. I loved the passionate way he laid claim to me, even when he was giving me the most basic attentions in an apparently gentle fashion. He proceeded to mark me with his fiery mouth all the way down to my bellybutton, but he froze when he got to my right hip.
I frowned and raised myself up slightly to see what had caught his attention.
Neil was fixated on a bruise there similar to the one on my breast, which was probably similar to the one on my neck as well.
Then I understood the reason for his odd behavior, and he confirmed that thought when he kissed me right on that spot. I sat back comfortably again and waited for him to continue. By then, he was kneeling between my spread legs, rubbing my thighs. My remaining prudishness made me blush at the thought of him looking right into my most intimate place. I grew agitated when he leaned down to pass his tongue along my slit with a seemingly benevolent smile that concealed behind it the desire he felt for me. However, his intention wasn’t to pleasure me; he was just stopping for a taste on his way to soothing the bruises on my thighs with more kisses.
His lips drifted down to my knees, and I shivered at the friction of his beard against my skin.
Then he turned his attention back to me, eye to eye.
“I’ll give you more of them,” he warned, referring to marks caused by his methods of owning me, always too passionate and too wild.
“I don’t care. If it helps you express what you feel when you’re with me, I can accept that.” I caressed his jaw to communicate to him that there was nothing to be afraid of, and he didn’t need to feel guilty. His expression darkened, and he sighed.
“You’re crazier than me, Babygirl,” he grumbled, and I couldn’t tell if he was making a joke or earnestly scolding me.
“I’m just very pale with delicate skin.” I tried to coax him with a smile, but he shook his head and knelt again, showing me his body in all its beauty. I admired him, wondering what I had done to deserve someone like him, and without meaning to I spoke my thoughts aloud.
“I don’t think there are many men who can sense what a woman wants and pleasure her the way you do. You should be shouting it from the rooftops or at least be happy about it,” I complimented him before sitting up and finding myself faced with his member, long, semi-hard, and right in front of me. It was catnip for my libido, so I bit my lower lip, trying to keep it under control. Instinctively, I touched his left hip, tracing the shape of the pikorua with my index finger. Neil gasped slightly and tightened his abdomen, but he didn’t shake off my touch. I gazed deep into his eyes, trying to show him that I wanted to give him some of what he’d just given me, that I was wildfor his body and for him. There was nothing wrong with sharing sexuality with the one you loved, even if that love wasn’t necessarily requited. I knew for sure that I’d never let another man touch me because I was in love with Neil and that would never change.
But when I tried to cut to the chase and moved my mouth closer to his hard-on, Neil pulled away. Embarrassment washed over me, and I bent my legs to shield myself. I wrapped a forearm over my breasts and looked down, turning red. I never made the first move, and the one time I decided to give it a try, I got shot down.
Idiot!
“Tinkerbell.” Neil tilted my chin up with his fingertip, forcing me to look at him.
He observed me with an indulgent smile, tracing the contours of my lips with his thumb in an attempt to dispel some of my embarrassment.
“I would love to let you do that, trust me…but, x you before, today’s going to be a big day,” he informed me, bending forward to drop a kiss on the end of my nose. “You will get your mouth on me another time, don’t worry. I won’t let you get away,” he whispered wickedly before letting go of me and getting off the bed.
He gave me a full view of his tight butt as he walked toward the door.
