She chewed her cheek, her eyes darting away from me. What was she considering, and why was she cutting me out of it? I felt a disconcerting distance between us, when we couldn’t be physically closer. Well, maybe in one way, but it wasn’t the time for it, not right now.
“Glory?”
She sighed. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Why the hell would I get mad?” I practically yelled, because I’m a fucking idiot. She didn’t flinch though, in fact, she smirked at me.
“Good job on that,” she muttered, the last of the fear slipping from her face as she adjusted her position, sitting on me rather than beside me.
“I want Lenore to teach me.”
Lenore? Why the fuck did she want her? I could teach her. I could show her anything she wanted to fucking know!
“And that’s why I thought you’d get mad. Do you know you have resting cranky face right now? Actually, it’s still kind of a bitch face, as in you’re being a little bitch.”
Charming! I wasn’t planning on laughter being my response, but she had a way of turning my emotions on their head, so I guess it was to be expected.
“Okay, staying calm now. Why not me?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “I think that you, as lovely as you are, can’t understand what it’s like to be a woman, and to be in danger. It’s not the same for men. She gets it. She teaches women like me. Other victims. I want to learn from her, because she knows what dangers we actually face as women.”
“Victim isn’t the word for you, sweetheart. You’re a fucking warrior, whether you can fight or not.”
She shrugged the same shoulder again. “I’m just saying, she literally does this for women, so why not me? You have club duties now, and a business to run. You have a busy life already, and besides…”
She trailed off, but I caught the wicked look in her eyes. Fuck me, that look can make a man hard in seconds.
“Besides?”
“Then I can show you what she taught me, and surprise you with my skills.”
Huh. I didn’t see that coming, but now I was horny, and I knew she could feel it.
“Why don’t we seal that deal with a nice leisurely fuck, Glory?”
Her eyes lit up, even as the giggles started, but she was already sliding her hands between us, reaching for the waist of my lounge pants. Yes, I wore clothes in bed, and no I won’t apologise for that. I wasn’t smart enough to put a bathroom down here, see.
“Babe, is getting handsy with me the right way to answer that very serious question?”
Her fingers slipped inside and wrapped around my cock, and all other words left me, replaced with a low groan instead. Maybe this was the perfect way to answer me.
She was wearing just a t-shirt, and that meant it took a little wriggling, and then we were easing her down onto my cock, her heat enveloping me, and wrenching pleasured gasps from our throats as we joined.
“God yes. Let’s just do this and never sleep,” she whispered, running her tongue up my throat as I tipped my head back. Every move of her hips, even the tiny ones, felt like they rocked my world. She was right. We could just do this forever. No sleep. No duties, just us, connected in this primal way, with each other in this little pocket of seclusion.
“Oh god.” Glory was rocking back and forth on me, alternating with a little side to side swaying, and my fingers were biting into her hips as she teased me, giving me just enough friction to keep me on the edge, without letting me blow.
Her wicked grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me, but if this was what pleased her, I’d take it, I’d take this and more, just to see that grin on her face. To see her horror and sadness wiped away, and replaced with gleeful mischief and raw sexuality.
Her wriggles and slides were starting to tear at me, driving me wild with need, and so I started lifting her hips as I moved, thrusting my hips up from beneath her, because empowering or not, she was being a little minx now.
“Impatient,” she tutted, although that one word devolved into a ragged moan as I hit deep inside her.
“Minx,” I muttered, gripping her hips tighter. Every deep thrust made her whimper, and me groan, and before long I was upping the pace, chasing our orgasms, because the race is fun, but crossing that finish line is what it’s all about.
“Oh… Oh god…” There she goes.
I followed her into bliss, and we snuggled back down to rest, staying joined for as long as possible, because that’s our fucking future.
