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Authors: Katie de Long
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in trouble. Serious trouble.
His eyes capture me, despite the shadows darkening his face. My hands tremble, both from leftover anxiety, and newfound anticipation.
He lowers himself to me, dropping his weight to his elbows to free up his hands. His lips find mine and tease them apart, slowly and softly. His fingers caress my forehead and stroke my hair.
That tenderness... it cuts through my defenses. I can't find anything to do but to kiss back, letting him ease me toward a state of relaxation, no longer the huntress on the prowl. He kisses me like he cares . And we both know that's a fallacy. I'm no one to him, but a fun lay. But that he can fake it that utterly... it reminds me why I'm here, even as his eager body dares me to forget.
No matter how his newest touches haunt me, no matter how gingerly he handles me, it's all an act. And the quality of it, no matter how stunning, only worsens the transgression.
He kisses down my neck, bringing each nerve ending in my body to life, one at a time, as though he were plucking harp strings. A gentle stroke, fading away to let the sensation decay. His lips trailing along my skin, his eyelashes tickling it when he turns his head to the side to look up at me. The heel of his palm pressing into the side of my breast to guide my nipple to his warm mouth.
I never thought I'd admit it, but it leaves me pining for the violence in how he handled me before. How can I fantasize about killing a man whose little moans echo mine, making it clear that he needs my pleasure as much as I do? Who admits his own weakness and assuages it by making someone else feel good?
Damnit , Calder. Point, you.
His palms press into my hips, closing the last little distance between his lips and my stomach. And his hands ease lower, catching on the sides of my now-defunct panties, and guiding them down.
His warmth pulls away from me. He's retreating so I can bring my legs together enough to help him. And then his lips are on my thigh, and he's guiding my legs toward him.
I gasp, against myself. I should be desperate to get away. To say I'm not up to it after earlier. But his touch smooths away every thought that might interfere with his worshipful attention.
His lips caress my inner thigh, his fingertips carrying the motion toward my knee. If I move, I'll break whatever spell he's casting on me. I'll still be trapped here with him, but I'll be struggling against myself, remembering the vitriol that felt so second-nature just ten minutes ago. But I'll still be unable to show it.
No, for the moment, I need to let myself play into his desires. I need to let go and believe that he's someone who could have my trust.
I'm in over my head, trying to work him face to face. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can be rid of the damn confusion.
Calder's lips press against my clit, gently teasing a reaction out of me. I let out an encouraging moan, one rather louder than I intended. Point two, Calder.
He gasps, just a bare hint of a hum that pushes through me, heightening the feeling of his soft lips and firm tongue driving me higher.
“Aren't you exhausted ?” I manage to say, though the words are breathless and loopy.
“What can I say? You're addictive .” He grins at me, his chin glistening with my arousal, before ducking his head back down to lick me from lips to button. I'm reduced to mewling, halting cries under the onslaught, my legs tightening around him like he belongs there.
If he makes me come, I'm done for.
I sit up, crawling back from him, and tug him down to the bed. His eager cock bobs and dips as he lies back, sneaking a lick as my breast passes by his head.
There's a condom in my nightstand drawer. And I need to keep him distracted. I pull the little latex circle out, and settle the reservoir inside my mouth, sucking lightly to keep it in place. I bend forward, taking him into my mouth, and as he presses into me, the condom unrolls in front of my lips, blunting the feel of his skin.
My
His eyes capture me, despite the shadows darkening his face. My hands tremble, both from leftover anxiety, and newfound anticipation.
He lowers himself to me, dropping his weight to his elbows to free up his hands. His lips find mine and tease them apart, slowly and softly. His fingers caress my forehead and stroke my hair.
That tenderness... it cuts through my defenses. I can't find anything to do but to kiss back, letting him ease me toward a state of relaxation, no longer the huntress on the prowl. He kisses me like he cares . And we both know that's a fallacy. I'm no one to him, but a fun lay. But that he can fake it that utterly... it reminds me why I'm here, even as his eager body dares me to forget.
No matter how his newest touches haunt me, no matter how gingerly he handles me, it's all an act. And the quality of it, no matter how stunning, only worsens the transgression.
He kisses down my neck, bringing each nerve ending in my body to life, one at a time, as though he were plucking harp strings. A gentle stroke, fading away to let the sensation decay. His lips trailing along my skin, his eyelashes tickling it when he turns his head to the side to look up at me. The heel of his palm pressing into the side of my breast to guide my nipple to his warm mouth.
I never thought I'd admit it, but it leaves me pining for the violence in how he handled me before. How can I fantasize about killing a man whose little moans echo mine, making it clear that he needs my pleasure as much as I do? Who admits his own weakness and assuages it by making someone else feel good?
Damnit , Calder. Point, you.
His palms press into my hips, closing the last little distance between his lips and my stomach. And his hands ease lower, catching on the sides of my now-defunct panties, and guiding them down.
His warmth pulls away from me. He's retreating so I can bring my legs together enough to help him. And then his lips are on my thigh, and he's guiding my legs toward him.
I gasp, against myself. I should be desperate to get away. To say I'm not up to it after earlier. But his touch smooths away every thought that might interfere with his worshipful attention.
His lips caress my inner thigh, his fingertips carrying the motion toward my knee. If I move, I'll break whatever spell he's casting on me. I'll still be trapped here with him, but I'll be struggling against myself, remembering the vitriol that felt so second-nature just ten minutes ago. But I'll still be unable to show it.
No, for the moment, I need to let myself play into his desires. I need to let go and believe that he's someone who could have my trust.
I'm in over my head, trying to work him face to face. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can be rid of the damn confusion.
Calder's lips press against my clit, gently teasing a reaction out of me. I let out an encouraging moan, one rather louder than I intended. Point two, Calder.
He gasps, just a bare hint of a hum that pushes through me, heightening the feeling of his soft lips and firm tongue driving me higher.
“Aren't you exhausted ?” I manage to say, though the words are breathless and loopy.
“What can I say? You're addictive .” He grins at me, his chin glistening with my arousal, before ducking his head back down to lick me from lips to button. I'm reduced to mewling, halting cries under the onslaught, my legs tightening around him like he belongs there.
If he makes me come, I'm done for.
I sit up, crawling back from him, and tug him down to the bed. His eager cock bobs and dips as he lies back, sneaking a lick as my breast passes by his head.
There's a condom in my nightstand drawer. And I need to keep him distracted. I pull the little latex circle out, and settle the reservoir inside my mouth, sucking lightly to keep it in place. I bend forward, taking him into my mouth, and as he presses into me, the condom unrolls in front of my lips, blunting the feel of his skin.
My
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