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letting his hands run along the small of her back, daring her to ask him to stop. She looked up at him defiantly, her chin lifted in a girlish ‘you can’t scare me’ sort of a way, and did not move. She hardly seemed to be breathing anymore she was so still.
He understood the feeling. It felt like a dream. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually had a dream, but this felt the way he remembered them, so fragile and slick that it might slip away for any stupid kind of feeling at all.
“I’m right here.”
“You are,” she gasped, the sound of her heart pounding in his ears, “and how did you move so fast? It looked like you were over there and then I blinked and you were right here in front of me. How?”
“Don’t ask a question you already know the answer to. Isn’t that what you said to me? It goes both ways.”
Had that been too much? Had he finally said too much, pushed her too far? Because some part of her did already know the answer and that part of her was afraid. In fact, she thought that maybe more of her knew what he was, then didn’t know. Something in her wasn’t entirely normal either (whatever normal was) or that was the part of her who saw what he was. For what he was.
“You’re right,” she said softly, one hand moving tentatively up to touch his face, “it does go both ways. No more questions. No more talking.”
Gripped by an impressive amount of initiative, something he didn’t often find in the women he dealt with, Megan pressed her body more fully against his own. She slid her other hand up to cup his face and then rose up on the tips of her toes and kissed him with a quivering mouth. For the briefest flash of time, the two of them remained in that state of questioning, and then it was like wildfire.
He had wanted so badly to know what Megan tasted like and the reality of it was so much better than anything he had imagined. She tasted like all of the life he had been missing. She tasted like strawberries that had been left out in the warm summer’s sun, like a lazy day on the beach that stretched out for miles and miles into forever.
Even though he knew well enough that it was a place he would never be permitted to go, she tasted like heaven. She was like the light, the broken light, and he was the dark and they somehow fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle meant to be linked together.
“God, what is that?”
Megan pulled back slightly, her face full of wonder while her body continued to slide against his as if of its own accord.
“That’s chemistry, my dear.”
“Jesus, that was beyond corny, you know that?”
But she was laughing with a flushed face and when he picked her up she wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging at his shirt as he carried her to the bed. It was like their bodies bled together and when he threw her back on his plush mattress, he could smell her excitement coming off of her in waves.
The little black sundress she was wearing had hiked itself up around her waist in the commotion and Philip saw with satisfaction that she was wearing nothing underneath. She saw him looking and instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she bit her lip again.
So she did know. She was teasing him, daring him to come and do something about it. He was entirely unaccustomed to being dared by anyone to do anything at all and he was taken back enough to give pause.
“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?”
His only response was a low, animal growl emitted from deep in the back of his throat. He moved onto the bed with a speed that would have scared any other girl and pulled her legs further apart, his thumbs running teasingly along her inner thighs, his eyes glued to her face as she began to pant.
Her head snapped back and her eyes slipped shut, the promise of the pleasure to come vibrating throughout her
He understood the feeling. It felt like a dream. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually had a dream, but this felt the way he remembered them, so fragile and slick that it might slip away for any stupid kind of feeling at all.
“I’m right here.”
“You are,” she gasped, the sound of her heart pounding in his ears, “and how did you move so fast? It looked like you were over there and then I blinked and you were right here in front of me. How?”
“Don’t ask a question you already know the answer to. Isn’t that what you said to me? It goes both ways.”
Had that been too much? Had he finally said too much, pushed her too far? Because some part of her did already know the answer and that part of her was afraid. In fact, she thought that maybe more of her knew what he was, then didn’t know. Something in her wasn’t entirely normal either (whatever normal was) or that was the part of her who saw what he was. For what he was.
“You’re right,” she said softly, one hand moving tentatively up to touch his face, “it does go both ways. No more questions. No more talking.”
Gripped by an impressive amount of initiative, something he didn’t often find in the women he dealt with, Megan pressed her body more fully against his own. She slid her other hand up to cup his face and then rose up on the tips of her toes and kissed him with a quivering mouth. For the briefest flash of time, the two of them remained in that state of questioning, and then it was like wildfire.
He had wanted so badly to know what Megan tasted like and the reality of it was so much better than anything he had imagined. She tasted like all of the life he had been missing. She tasted like strawberries that had been left out in the warm summer’s sun, like a lazy day on the beach that stretched out for miles and miles into forever.
Even though he knew well enough that it was a place he would never be permitted to go, she tasted like heaven. She was like the light, the broken light, and he was the dark and they somehow fit together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle meant to be linked together.
“God, what is that?”
Megan pulled back slightly, her face full of wonder while her body continued to slide against his as if of its own accord.
“That’s chemistry, my dear.”
“Jesus, that was beyond corny, you know that?”
But she was laughing with a flushed face and when he picked her up she wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging at his shirt as he carried her to the bed. It was like their bodies bled together and when he threw her back on his plush mattress, he could smell her excitement coming off of her in waves.
The little black sundress she was wearing had hiked itself up around her waist in the commotion and Philip saw with satisfaction that she was wearing nothing underneath. She saw him looking and instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she bit her lip again.
So she did know. She was teasing him, daring him to come and do something about it. He was entirely unaccustomed to being dared by anyone to do anything at all and he was taken back enough to give pause.
“What’s wrong? Having second thoughts?”
His only response was a low, animal growl emitted from deep in the back of his throat. He moved onto the bed with a speed that would have scared any other girl and pulled her legs further apart, his thumbs running teasingly along her inner thighs, his eyes glued to her face as she began to pant.
Her head snapped back and her eyes slipped shut, the promise of the pleasure to come vibrating throughout her
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