“I don’t know whether to be flattered, frightened, or turned on,” she said, a smile blooming over her face. Only someone named after a goddess could look so delighted by those options.
I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulled them down enough to free my swollen organ. “Maybe all three,” I told her seriously, giving myself a quick, rough stroke before I tore open the packet and sheathed myself in latex. The hand between her legs moved faster and faster as her eyes seared my thick length.
“I want to break you the same way you’ve broken me,” I growled, coming to the sofa and putting one knee on the edge, “but I’ll make it feel so good while you shatter. I’ll make it feel so good that you’ll never want to be whole again. Show me your tits now, love. I need to see them.”
She kept one hand working between her legs but used her other to obey me, tugging the neckline of her bodice to the sides so her pert breasts were exposed to the air. They were perfect, flushed curves, their peaks furled and erect, rosy-dark in the firelight. I bent my head to suckle at them as I climbed between her legs. Her free hand went to the back of my head, holding me there, forcing me to give her pleasure.
As I toyed with her peak, fluttering my tongue and then laving her, I reached down and found her fingers, which were currently sliding in and out of her slick pussy.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“With my body? Yes.”
The unsaid part of her answer was loud and clear—she didn’t trust me with anything else. Her mind or her heart or her future.
No matter. I would have it all in the end to slake this need in me, but this was a good start. I could start proving to her now that we’d need more than one night to free ourselves from this curse we’d cast on each other, and I’d begin by making her come so hard on my cock that she’d wake up tomorrow begging for me to put it inside her again.
I nodded and angled my head to kiss her. “Keep your fingers there,” I said against her mouth, and then I pushed in one of my own fingers. She tensed underneath me, breathing hard. “I know it’s a stretch, baby,” I told her, slowly moving my finger in and out. Her cunt was slippery, and her fingers were slippery. Every time I moved my hand, I could feel her quivering response. “Want you ready to come on my cock.”
“I’m ready,” she said, sliding her own fingers free. “I’ve wanted this since the yacht. I’ve wanted this for years.”
Years?
But then she raised her wet fingers to my mouth, distracting me like I was a dog panting after a bone, and I caught them between my lips and sucked, relishing the sweet taste of her on my tongue, all other thoughts forgotten.
She spread her legs underneath me, and the feel of my bare hips against the soft, naked skin of her thighs was like coming home. I never wanted to be anywhere but right here between her legs with her taste on my tongue. I took hold of my cock and guided the round head to her sex. We both stilled as I pushed against the wet cove waiting inside her folds.
I bent my head to brush my lips against hers. “Tell me if it hurts,” I said, and then I slowly but inexorably speared her virgin body on myself.
Her fingers found my bare shoulders and she dug in, leaving marks that would almost certainly bruise, but I loved it. I loved that what she was feeling right now was pain and pleasure both because that was how she made me feel too. Like I was being burned alive but with something so wonderful that I’d rather tie myself to the stake than ever leave it behind.
“Keep going,” she said, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her shoes dug into my back as I spread her, stretched her, until I was completely sunk into her soft glove of a pussy. The tight silk of her channel rippled around me every time I so much as breathed.
“You’re shaking again,” she observed, panting.
I was. I was shaking so hard that I felt fevered. Sick.
“It’s that good,” I said. Even my voice trembled now. “It’s that fucking good.”
She ran a hand up my chest and pressed it over my left pectoral muscle. “I can feel your heart,” she murmured. “It’s pounding.”
“Because this is life or death, Tanith. I’m going to die if I don’t get to fuck you forever. I might die even if I do. That’s how good you feel.” I dropped my head into her neck. “Tell me how you feel. Does it hurt? Is it too much?”
“It is too much,” she said, nipping at my earlobe. “Give me more.”
She was a fucking goddess. I withdrew a few inches and then pushed in, giving her a short stroke, and then another, sinking all the way in and then rutting with my pelvis pressed to hers so there’d be hard, grinding friction against her clit.
The first time I did this, her back arched right off the sofa; the second time, she started scratching at my shoulders.
“I want you to come on my cock so badly,” I mumbled against her neck. “I want you to use me like a sex toy, like your own personal cock to ride whenever you want. I want you to own me. I want you to do with me what you will.”
She made that noise again, the one at the back of her throat, the one that drove me fucking wild. I slipped my hand between us and pressed my fingers to her clit, all while I started
