Snowballs in Hell
climbed into bed.
    I thought we were going to rehash the crap we’d learned in Hell, but instead he gathered me in his arms and sought my mouth hungrily. I clung to him, a desperation in my kisses as I sought to show him how much I loved him. How much he meant to me.
    He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head making my back arch and thrusting out my breasts. His lips left mine to kiss my neck and bite it. Gently he sucked me, marking me again, something that pleased me to no end. I’d wear my pair of hickeys with pride tomorrow. Scraping the bristly edge of his jaw down the delicate skin of my neck, he made his way down to my tit. My nipples puckered at the feel of his warm breath tickling them. He rubbed his face across the soft skin of my breasts, he even scraped my nipple making me gasp. Auric had the art of teasing down to a science, and I loved it. I quivered under his sensuous onslaught; my sex wet and aching, my breathing rapid and shallow.
    Finally he took my breast in his mouth, his hot moist mouth working my flesh, devouring it and leaving it damp and quivering. He pulled away and did the same thing to my other breast, my moist skin pimpling in the cooler air, making me shiver all over. He licked a path between my breasts, a wet trail of saliva that made no sense until he climbed up my body still holding my hands and straddling my chest, he slid his cock between my two valleys using the slick path he’d created. Oh, how naughty.
    I tilted my chin down and licked the tip of his swollen head when it came close and Auric closed his eyes for a moment and shuddered. He slid back and then forward again, and I opened my mouth wide and this time, clamped my lips around the entirety of his engorged shaft. Back and forth he slid his cock, each time sliding it a little further into my mouth.
    This excited me. I felt at his mercy. His hands held mine tightly and his weight straddling me held me down. I could only suck his cock, but only when he brought it near enough.
    Holding my two hands pinned above my head in just one of his, he reached back with his other and fingered me, his calloused finger parting my wet folds and finding my sensitive clit. I wanted to cry out with the pleasure of it, but he gagged me with his cock.
    I sucked him eagerly as his finger stroked me, raising my body to a fever pitch of excitement. When I thought I would bite down to get his attention, unable to bear the torture anymore, he pulled his throbbing cock from my mouth and slid down my body, until the head of his engorged shaft rubbed against my wet lips. I thrust my hips up just as he plunged his cock in, and we met with a hard clash that had me grabbing him and clawing his back. He pulled himself out, teasing me again with the swollen tip, then dove back in, establishing a rhythm that kept increasing in tempo. Mindless, I felt my pussy give one last tight squeeze then explode. I could vaguely feel him pumping into me, but floating on an orgasmic cloud, my whole body quivering, I found it took too much energy to open my eyes and watch him.

    But he would not be ignored. I felt him move and he straddled my upper chest again.
    He fed the tip of his cock between my lips, slick with my own juices and I opened wider, taking his hard length. With a shudder, he came in my mouth, and I swallowed, because after all, we all knew the difference between like and love was measured in whether a girl spit or swallowed.
    He moved to the side and collapsed on the bed. Strong, sure hands grabbed me and pulled me over so I lay sprawled on top of him. Snuggling, I wondered how he could even think of betraying what we had. When we came together it was magical. Special. Or was I just deluded? Was sex like this for everyone? If I fucked David, would I achieve the same heights? I fell asleep troubled.

Chapter Four
    I woke screaming, the pain so vivid that I cried and thrashed on the bed, and Auric had to hold me down while I calmed.
    He kissed my sweaty

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