I have to come, it's right there. I can't take this sensation building in my body like a coiled spring, pressed tight, all this energy has to go somewhere.
"Now watch yourself," He coos. "Look how flush your face is when I move to the left."
Thrust.
Swivel.
Thrust.
I'm not talking about pulling out and slamming in. No, it's a minute movement where he slides back an inch, I feel the pressure, and then he slides in, and my skin tightens. My teeth ache. My heart races.
"Watch how your mouth opens when I move to the right." Damn, it does. "Stick out that pretty tongue, my human."
His chest is pressed close to my back, our faces right next to each other, and Athy sticks his tongue out rubbing it against mine. I have to come, Athanasius knows what he's doing. His fingers dig into my hips, slamming my body back into him. Have you ever had a dick in your womb? That feeling of fullness that makes you melt into a mans hands while he's long dicking the hell out of you? That's me right now.
"I'm close." I pant. "Just like that."
He rubs his forehead on my back, wrapping his lower arms around my waist, the upper ones are cutting off my circulation from how hard he's holding me. "I can feel it." He breathes against my spine. "Come, pretty rabbit, I crave how you clench around me."
I've only squirted once. The first time I used my rose was life changing. I was addicted to that thing for a good two weeks. The first time I used it I came so hard I nearly knocked myself out. The second time, I squirted and scared myself in the process. This time, I did it and the combination of Athanasius breathing and moaning in my ear, his weight on me, and his dick rubbing the hell out of my clit made for a scream that nearly had me coughing after.
"I am hungry," Athanasius groans as he slowly pulls out of me leaving his trail of dark shimmering seed. "What are we eating today?"
"Is that all you ever think about?" I pant, catching my breath, laying face down on my bed. "Let me ask a more pertinent question." I say while rubbing my thighs together. His seed is slippery, and soft.
"No." He answers, slapping a hand on my ass before kneading it. "You will not create life from my seed."
Rolling over, I prop my head up and stare at him. "How'd you know I was going to ask?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Rabbit, do not insult my intelligence." He sighs, chest still moving up and down. "This is all human women worry about. It is either, carrying the child of inferior males or males they harbor no emotional connection with." He clears his throat. "Or becoming pregnant by a being far greater than you and not controlling the offspring."
Well that's fucking rude. "I never said we didn't have an emotional connection."
He continues to stare at me. "Rabbit, when you wish to carry my offspring, I will make it so. You do not wish it."
No, I wouldn't want to have a baby…with four arms? I'm gonna love my kid regardless, but I do wonder about the birthing logistics of this. "I hate that you say it like that."
Athanasius rolls his eyes and stands up stretching his arms. "What do you want me to say? Hm? What does my rabbit wish for me to do?" He cracks his knuckles and walks into the bathroom turning on the shower. Reappearing, he leans against the bathroom door. "I will not beg you to do what you do not wish. I have no need to procreate either. As I exist," He points at himself. "And I always will, so will you." He points at the shower. "Now, cleanse yourself, and meet me downstairs. You will feed me and I will fix your pathetic attempt at gardening."
He pisses me off so bad.
Chapter twenty
Not At Work...
Ione
Athy: I do not care. Return home.
Stop bothering me at work! You have everything you need!
Athy: I cannot find the remote.
Athanasius…please.
SinceI'veleftthehouse, he has been sending me stupid little texts.
Athy: I'm going to place ketchup and mustard on this sandwich.
