I looked at her face. My fingertips trailed a light circle over her pussy… and her whole body undulated like I’d set off a ripple of sensation.
I was fucking entranced.
“Can you please stop looking at me?” she breathed.
Why?
Because she was thinking about someone else?
I didn’t ask.
I turned my attention to her breasts, leaned down and nipped the hard nipple I could see poking up against the cotton. Then I leaned over and did the same to the other one. All the while, drawing little circles and figure eights over her clit. She wiggled and spread her legs a bit. She was breathing in a way that told me she liked this, a lot, even if she hated me, and I was weirdly fucking fine with it. Like, totally into it.
“Can you keep that to yourself?” she whispered, sounding distracted.
I realized my eager dick was jabbing her in the hip.
I shifted my hips away a little bit. Then I increased the pressure on her clit as I kept stroking her, and nipping at her nipples lightly with my teeth.
“Okay, if you’re gonna do that…” she said, sounding frustrated now. She pushed her nightgown down, bearing her breasts to me. “Might as well do it right.” Her voice was getting breathy and borderline helpless, and I knew no matter how tough she tried to act, she wouldn’t stop this now if a cruise ship smashed into the building.
“Mmm,” I muttered without really meaning to, and dragged my lips over her nipple.
“Ground rules,” she choked out, as I teased her nipple with my tongue, then sucked on it. “Uh… this is… only this once, right? It doesn’t mean you can just touch me anytime you want. And don’t look me in the eyes. Uh… you smell good. Your hand feels good. But this is just a sex thing. As in… I need some. It’s been a while.”
That caught my attention.
“How long has it been?” I muttered against her breast as I kissed a slow circle around her perky nipple.
“Never mind.”
She kept shifting around, squirming, as I pleasured her body. I went back-and-forth from breast to breast, licking, sucking. My fingertips kept wandering down between her legs, testing out the wetness between them—she was drenched—and then back up to her clit for a few circles.
My balls were thudding with an urgency that was insane, considering she’d just drained me less than an hour ago.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she breathed weakly. “It might actually take a while…”
Maybe she was trying to convince herself she was looking for a way out. That she didn’t really want this.
I really didn’t care if it took all night. I wasn’t stopping until I coaxed an orgasm out of this woman. My dick and my ego demanded it.
“You want me to do something differently?” I asked her, as I lapped my tongue over her nipple. Mainly so whatever she said, I could do the opposite. She wanted to pretend she wasn’t into whatever I was doing? Her body told me differently.
She wanted me to speed up? Not happening.
She wanted it harder or softer? Too bad.
“No. It’s good. It’s… uh… slow,” she said, like she was confused about why it was so slow.
But I was totally fine with giving her some time to let this sink in.
She could pretend this was happening some other way, that I was someone else, but the truth wasIwas touching her. I was making her feel good right now. I was being nice to her.
Definitely not something she wanted to think about.
Which was why I was going to make her think about it.
Did I say enemies could call a truce? They could. Naked truces were good. Orgasmic truces were great. And it was definitely one or the other with Devi and me: we were fighting or we were fucking. I really couldn’t see our relationship rolling out in any other way. We weren’t sit-around-and-read-the-paper or go-for-a-stroll-on-the-beach people.
