“Yeah,” he says.
“Did you leave any marks on him?”
“Maybe a few bruises.”
“Is that…” My voice trails as I compose myself to ask this question. “Is that how you guys like it?”
He shifts in his seat, and I pull the towel back up to cover myself. “Not always, but I do think that’s why he came to me.”
“You don’t think he wants to be this rough with me?” I ask.
“No, not at all. I mean, doyouwant it that way?”
“I don’t know how I want it,” I reply with a laugh, hiding my self-consciousness. “I mean, I’ve never been bitten like that before.”
“Don’t get me wrong. It hurt like hell,” he says, “but that was the point. I wanted him to leave marks. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted the pain. But don’t you see, Freya, that’s what makes this work so well.”
I don’t know if I love the idea of being the gentle, fragile one, but I certainly don’t want teeth marks like that on my neck, at least not right away. But like I said, I don’t really know what I want, not yet. This is still so new.
“What else did you guys do?”
Julian’s cheeks turn a soft pink as he stifles a smile. “We fooled around a bit,” he says. “No sex. We drew the line there. For you.”
“Oh. Well, I guess that’s good.”
“Of course. Would have been weird having sex with each other. You clearly said you wanted to take things slow.”
“You know, I meant with me. You two could do whatever you want,” I say with a slight grimace.
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “I think we all have to be in this together. We all need to take it at the same pace.”
“Okay,” I reply, a lazy smile pulling at my lips. I take Julian’sfingers in my hand, holding them gently as I stare at him. “So that means everything you did with him, you could do with me.”
He runs his fingers down my chest, between my breasts, and over my belly button. “To some degree, yes.”
Lifting his hips, he grinds himself against me, making me whimper. Then his fingers reach my clit, and I let my head hang back. His thumb draws tiny circles, warming my body up. It answers to his touch, arousal coursing down my spine.
“You’re stunning, Freya.”
My hips move of their own accord, grinding against the stiff length hidden behind his zipper. Lunging toward him, I grab his face and kiss his mouth, eating up his compliments. He kisses me back as he holds my hips down, increasing the pressure of his body against mine.
“You’re making a mess on my pants,” he mutters against my lips. “Don’t stop.”
I cry out in pleasure as my body lights up. There is just something about not going all the way that is so hot. This barrier, stopping us from what we really want, only makes it all better. The forbidden fruit tastes sweeter, or so they say.
His thumb is still working my clit as I grind against him. Out of nowhere, he lifts me up and tosses me down on the couch, keeping his body between my legs. Then he grinds me into the cushions as his mouth latches on to the sensitive skin of my neck.
“That feels so good,” I cry out as my legs wrap around his waist.
As his fingers slip farther between my legs, I tense. He moves his hard length against my thigh, and I’m torn between desire and apprehension. Then his middle finger slips inside me, and I melt for him. It’s not an invasion. It’s a union. Just one touch and I’m his.
“You are so fucking tight.”
My lips press closed as I try to focus on the pleasure.
“Oh God,” he groans, grinding harder against me.
“Don’t stop,” I moan. His hand picks up speed, his finger plunging, the heel of his hand pressed against my clit. It’s all sodeliciously perfect and amazing, and I feel myself careening for the release. “I’m almost there,” I gasp.
