how.”
“Neither do I,” she said, and that strange, new beautiful
thing flooded her aura. “But I want to try.”
He touched that tantalizing thread and sizzling light shot
through him, racing along his nerve endings, detonating in his brain. If this
was part of making love, then he wanted a whole lot more of it. He met her
eyes, nodded once, and then took her mouth, pouring everything he had into that
kiss—the words he didn’t know how to say, his aching desire to please her no
matter what.
The kiss went on and on, building in intensity. He needed to
have her, to hear her moan and scream, to feel her warm wetness, to bask in her
rich lust. He tugged off her shirt while she worked on his jacket, his pants.
They wiggled and squirmed, pulling off articles of clothing until they were
both naked and panting.
She reached into her drawer, pulled out a condom and handed
it over to him.
He took the package with distaste. He’d never hated condoms
before and had used them without complaint hundreds of times, but with Rena,
tonight, he couldn’t stand for anything to be between them. “We don’t really
have to use these, you know.”
“Huh,” she said, thinking it over. “I guess not.” She
squinted at him. “Are you sure you’re not going to get me pregnant?”
He grinned at her. “Pretty sure, though I’ve never actually
tried to get anyone pregnant before.” He kissed her lips. “It might be fun.
Wanna try?”
She shook her head, amused, but also clearly horrified.
“No-o.”
He laughed with her, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
He traced her eyebrows, her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, reveling in every
aspect of her. She smiled up at him, her hands running up and down his back and
then lingering over his ass. She made him so hard, needy. She wrapped her legs
around his waist and her wetness touched the base of his cock. He shifted his
hips and pressed against her clit, the length of his cock rubbed over her
entrance, getting coated in her juices. He couldn’t wait to slip inside her.
She rocked against him, grinding her clit against his shaft, puffing out little
sexy grunts as she got wetter and wetter. She rode him roughly and he let her
do it, letting her take exactly what she wanted without any interference. Her
nails dug painfully into his ass when she came and her eyes squeezed tightly
shut as she rode herself to glory. He watched the orgasm wash over and through
her, feeling it from a distance. He wanted to taste it, to dive into her,
wallow in her essence, her flavor, but he didn’t dare and swiftly quashed the
violent urge that rose within him.
She went boneless beneath him, gasping as she recovered, and
then reached up and touched his cheek. “It’s not the same when you don’t do it.
Can you just take a little bit?”
He recalled how depleted she was. It was a risk. He thought
he could moderate himself enough not to hurt her, but his desire might be
clouding his judgment. It was not the same being with her only partway, but it
would kill him if he hurt her. He shook his head. “Rena…”
She touched his mouth to stop his words. “Just a little. I
like the way it feels.” Her fingers traced the edge of his lips. “I like
feeling you.”
He couldn’t deny her anything, most especially when
everything in him screamed for the same kind of fulfillment. Being with her and
not diving into her delicious, electric energy was torture. He just had to be
very careful. “Okay,” he whispered, and kissed her softly. “Just a little.”
She smiled, rubbing her pussy over the length of him. His
cock throbbed in her hot, wet heat, and then she flipped him over on his back.
Trask laughed, surprised by the sudden reversal.
Her fingernails raked down over his chest, his stomach.
“Now, I want to suck your cock,” she said, and licked his navel.
He let out a long breath as all the blood in his body rushed
to his groin. He held up his hands in mock surrender and then waved her
“Neither do I,” she said, and that strange, new beautiful
thing flooded her aura. “But I want to try.”
He touched that tantalizing thread and sizzling light shot
through him, racing along his nerve endings, detonating in his brain. If this
was part of making love, then he wanted a whole lot more of it. He met her
eyes, nodded once, and then took her mouth, pouring everything he had into that
kiss—the words he didn’t know how to say, his aching desire to please her no
matter what.
The kiss went on and on, building in intensity. He needed to
have her, to hear her moan and scream, to feel her warm wetness, to bask in her
rich lust. He tugged off her shirt while she worked on his jacket, his pants.
They wiggled and squirmed, pulling off articles of clothing until they were
both naked and panting.
She reached into her drawer, pulled out a condom and handed
it over to him.
He took the package with distaste. He’d never hated condoms
before and had used them without complaint hundreds of times, but with Rena,
tonight, he couldn’t stand for anything to be between them. “We don’t really
have to use these, you know.”
“Huh,” she said, thinking it over. “I guess not.” She
squinted at him. “Are you sure you’re not going to get me pregnant?”
He grinned at her. “Pretty sure, though I’ve never actually
tried to get anyone pregnant before.” He kissed her lips. “It might be fun.
Wanna try?”
She shook her head, amused, but also clearly horrified.
“No-o.”
He laughed with her, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
He traced her eyebrows, her cheeks, the curve of her jaw, reveling in every
aspect of her. She smiled up at him, her hands running up and down his back and
then lingering over his ass. She made him so hard, needy. She wrapped her legs
around his waist and her wetness touched the base of his cock. He shifted his
hips and pressed against her clit, the length of his cock rubbed over her
entrance, getting coated in her juices. He couldn’t wait to slip inside her.
She rocked against him, grinding her clit against his shaft, puffing out little
sexy grunts as she got wetter and wetter. She rode him roughly and he let her
do it, letting her take exactly what she wanted without any interference. Her
nails dug painfully into his ass when she came and her eyes squeezed tightly
shut as she rode herself to glory. He watched the orgasm wash over and through
her, feeling it from a distance. He wanted to taste it, to dive into her,
wallow in her essence, her flavor, but he didn’t dare and swiftly quashed the
violent urge that rose within him.
She went boneless beneath him, gasping as she recovered, and
then reached up and touched his cheek. “It’s not the same when you don’t do it.
Can you just take a little bit?”
He recalled how depleted she was. It was a risk. He thought
he could moderate himself enough not to hurt her, but his desire might be
clouding his judgment. It was not the same being with her only partway, but it
would kill him if he hurt her. He shook his head. “Rena…”
She touched his mouth to stop his words. “Just a little. I
like the way it feels.” Her fingers traced the edge of his lips. “I like
feeling you.”
He couldn’t deny her anything, most especially when
everything in him screamed for the same kind of fulfillment. Being with her and
not diving into her delicious, electric energy was torture. He just had to be
very careful. “Okay,” he whispered, and kissed her softly. “Just a little.”
She smiled, rubbing her pussy over the length of him. His
cock throbbed in her hot, wet heat, and then she flipped him over on his back.
Trask laughed, surprised by the sudden reversal.
Her fingernails raked down over his chest, his stomach.
“Now, I want to suck your cock,” she said, and licked his navel.
He let out a long breath as all the blood in his body rushed
to his groin. He held up his hands in mock surrender and then waved her
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