“I can’t Loeb. I don’t want to. You make me feel.” she says, kissing me, frantically. “You make me feel,” she repeats between kisses.
“So be it.” I lift her in my arms, her legs wrap around me. I lean back as she spreads her arms against the glass and she looks like the perfect sacrifice. My body shivers as her fingers move in my hair, tugging and scratching my scalp as she mewls in my mouth. I don’t question her actions. I know why she is in desperation. The way she is wrapped around me, every movement is a bounce and a rub as her clit moves against my swollen zipper. I’m glad we are not in the room right now. I want this to be perfect for her and me rutting on top of her like a beast, is not what she deserves, though if she doesn’t stop looking at me like that, it is what she is going to get. “Alexa, play music.” What? The mood is everything.
Chapter Six
Nova
Crap. I feel like my body is on fire. It has to be a fever. Right? I mean what else could this all-consuming, heat-inducing sense of urgency I am experiencing be? This man has lit something inside of me and it’s mind-blowing. The thing is when he gave me the choice, the rational part of me wanted to unwrap myself from him and bring my common sense back. But, the part of me that was coiled around him, being lit on fire by his fingers and dirty words, wouldn't cooperate and you know what…I’m glad.
My friends used to talk to me about the pin-prick-sized injection of desire it takes to get them ready. They used to regale me with their stories of one-night stands and escapades. I never believed their stories of meeting a guy and having this intense need take over them. In my head, I was always calling them drama queens and silly. Well hell. I wouldn’t call this need a pinprick at all. From the moment he spoke to me it has been building from my toes and moving up. Every word fuels it more and adds more embers to the already stoking blaze.
I’m lost. I’m drowning in this inferno, the chill from the glass behind me indiscernible from the smoke. My mind is a fog of every bright, smog-filled emotion as the sound of Sam Smith singing ‘Make It To Me’, plays in the background. His mouth is everywhere, sucking, biting, and licking. I don’t know when he got my shirt off, but what difference does it make? He is what matters right now. It’s almost laughable to think that I would be able to tell him to stop. I barely register him moving me from the window. Every step he takes moves me against him and it might as well be gasoline.
“Oh God,” I cry out, as my sensitive clit hits the most efficient part of his zipper and I see light fall behind my eyelids.
“Christ. Did you just fucking come, baby? What the fuck are you doing to me, coming while I walk you down the last mile? Fucking sexy little minx,” he says growling against my mouth. I should be exhausted…but that orgasm only gave me a taste and now I want the entree.
Is time supposed to stop? Is it normal to miss seconds…minutes? I was in his arms seconds ago, but now here I am naked, looking into his eyes as he strips for me. My eyes roam his body and take in the tattoos across his chest and down his arms. “Eyes,” he snaps at me, forcing mine to flick back up to him. “If you fucking look at my cock, with your greedy eyes, baby, I will stick my dick in that tiny pussy and break it. I am trying to control myself. Help me?” he says, half asking, half begging. His eyes are so damn intense, I can't help but squirm. I watch as they change colors like lava when it is met with water.
“Yes, Loeb,” I answer. My lip has to be bloody or something because I find I can’t keep it from between my teeth. My stomach is clenching, the pain in it foreign but not unwelcome.
“Tell me, baby. Are you a virgin?” He asks it as if he is just curious, but the intensity in his gaze as his eyes grow dark, I know it is more than that. He wants to know if he is going to be the first one to conquer it. The grip he has on his cock, is almost in punishment and I want to protest, be the sacrifice, but I know he is waiting for my answer.
“Yes.” My cheeks feel hotter when answering such a personal question. It's silly, I know. Here I am splayed open for him, bare and vulnerable, but that one question is what gets to me.