by Amy Valenti
“Morning,” I whispered, and I could almost hear his smile against my ear before he nipped it with his teeth.
“Morning.”
“How’d you sleep?” I asked, instantly regretting how trite and non-seductive I sounded.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind and his arm clutched around me, pulling my back to his chest.
“The best,” he growled out and it sent a pleasant shiver down my spine.
His fingers traced over my collarbone lazily, feeling out my skin as his hips kept rocking against my ass. His touch was gentle again, like it had been when he first grazed his hand over my hip, and I longed for that. It wasn’t as though he’d been particularly hard on me, but my brain was having a hard time comprehending what he’d lit up inside me.
I realized, very suddenly, how much I didn't want for him to leave. I was addicted, to finding more about myself. For his touch.
My fingertips slid overtop of his hand, tickling him as he touched my flesh, my nipples hardening against the blanket. I didn’t know what to say.
How could I put all that into words?
And besides, I was tortured by the thought that he might not return my affection. Maybe this was just a fun night, a relaxing thing for him to have such control over another.
But his fingers slipped lower down my chest, teasing through the center of my breasts before gently caressing the slight curve at the bottom, then down over my ribs. He was breathing so deeply, peppered little growls coming from his lips against my ears, and I caught myself grinding into him.
His hardness was nestled between my ass, and he met me with equalled enthusiasm. His hand moved from my breast, down to my hip, clasping it and pulling me against him, holding me still. For a second I thought I’d done something wrong, that he wasn’t interested, but I hoped that wasn’t true.
Instead, he lifted a hand up and over to the nightstand, grabbing the little silver wrapper, and before I could question it, he had the condom on and was lining up his cock between my thighs. He was still spooned into me so warmly, and I was breathing so hard.
“Okay?” he asked simply, and I nodded.
It was slow, the way he shifted to press into my slick folds, as if he were enjoying the act rather than racing to the end. His low groan, the way he held my hip, was all exquisite and I opened my mouth, letting out a little whimper.
He felt so good. Rock hard, filling me so deeply as he nestled into my depths. When he finally could go no further, my ass against his hips, his hands reached around and stroked my bare flesh, usually protected by hair. It was intense, just the sensation of having him touch me so sensually, and my breath quickened.
There was none of the games from last night, none of the play that had turned my life upside down, but the early morning, slow fuck was still intense. It warped my mind, my heart blossoming with such affection.
I wanted more of him. So much more.
We writhed in unison, his hand lightly grazing over my flesh with such a tender curiosity, as if he were trying to commit every dip and curve to memory. The thought made me smile and I wriggled against him more eagerly, encouraging him to go harder, faster, but he pulled me back into him.
“Uh-uh,” he chastised gently, my shoulder blades pressed to his chest as he held me still. “I’m not going to hurry with you, pet.”
I thought it was his body, his touch I lusted for. But at those deep, devious words, I realized it went far deeper. He just... got me. What I wanted. What I needed to hear.
I stilled and he continued to pump himself into me with slick little sounds as my body craved more.
His fingers brushed some of my hair from my face, nuzzling my ear, nipping the lobe between his teeth. It was just a little bit of sharpness injected into the otherwise sweet and slow motions, and it made me squeal.
“Hush,” he growled right near my ear, and the word coiled in my belly. “You don’t want anyone to hear you.”
But the thought that someone might, that was a bit exciting. Still, I bit back my next moan, and he bit my earlobe a bit softer, more teasing.
And then his fingertips went lower over my stomach until they were almost at his cock, touching over my wet petals. He stroked them so fondly, not with a frenzied intention, and the joy that wrapped around me felt eternal.
He made me feel like he was worshiping me. Enjoying my body, even the parts of me I hated.
A single digit pressed between my swollen lips, coaxing my clit from its hiding place with the sticky wetness that surrounded it.
“You like that?” Daniel asked, and I nodded.
“Say it.”
I hesitated, my entire body flushing. It felt so embarrassing to have to say something like that, but he wanted to hear it so bad. I didn’t want to mess up, and my voice was so weak as I murmured, “I like it.”
His finger withdrew and I was filled with panic and disappointment, my body stiffening.
“Beg for more, precious pet. If you like it so much.”
I wriggled against him in protest, but his hand held me secure in place.
“None of that,” he chided, his fingers getting further and further away from the place I wanted them.
My brain clouded over and I whimpered. “Please touch me again,” I pleaded, but his hand kept moving up instead of down.
“I said beg.”
I still felt so exhausted from the night before, like I needed some time to unwind and digest what had happened, but he offered no reprieve. I needed to find some reserve within myself so that I could obey, and again I made a soft little noise of protest.
“I’m begging you,” I gasped out.
“To do what?”
My brain swirled with annoyance at him, at myself for not being able to do what he asked, and I struggled out more words, hoping they were right.
“Please touch me. Please... I’m begging.”
“Touch you where?” he continued, fingertips moving to my chest and pinching a nipple. First it was just a gentle squeeze, exciting the sensitive flesh, but then it was harder and sent a shock through my body.
I moaned, the sound so lewd.
“Rub my clit,” I quickly said, the words spilling out on top of each other. He paused the pressure on my stiff nipple, but he didn’t move as I’d pleaded with him to. Quickly I realized what he was asking for, and I tried once more.
“Please, Master, please rub my clit. I’m begging you.”
That seemed to be what he was waiting for, because his hand started running down over my breast, along my ribs, then down further as he growled in my ear. “Keep going.”
What more was there to say? My mind wasn’t working right, but I just let the words pour out, without filter.
“I want to cum on you.” Oh god, did I say that? I squirmed against him so needily. “Master,” I gasped as his fingers met my loins. “I wanna cum on your dick, Master.”
Oh, there was no way I could be more embarrassed, or more turned on, by being forced to say that. It certainly helped it was the truth, and I squirmed harder. His fingers delved between my lips once more, and I stilled, letting him coax that little bud, the sensations sparking through me.
“Master,” my mouth trembled. “Right there.”
He growled in my ear and I thought I’d done wrong again, but instead he nuzzled my face with his, that bit of scruff on his cheeks creating such a strange sensation through my tender flesh. His fingers rubbed me more eagerly, and each time I spoke, whimpering for more, he became more insistent.
“Ah-” I gasped, struggling out the words that I hoped he wanted to hear. “You feel so good, Master.” This so wasn’t like me. It felt so cheesy, so raunchy, but so right at the same time. Like I was fighting past a wall I’d erected to keep this side of me hidden.
“So good,” I gasped as his touch became rougher, his cock thrusting into me quicker. His breath was growing deeper and faster to match my own, and I moaned so lewdly at it. “Fuck me,” I whispered, and he growled his approval in my e
ar.
“Keep going.”
“Fuck me, Master,” I repeated, my voice louder than I intended. “I need to cum on your--” I had to pause, to force myself to say it. “I need to cum on your cock, Master.” Every time I said it, that rush of bad-girlness flooded me.
“Mhm.” His finger rewarded me, pressing down, rubbing just right. “Then cum, precious,” he growled, and even though my orgasm had felt so distant, those words brought it to my body almost immediately. It took me by total surprise as my pussy clenched against his cock, my body filled with spasmodic electricity.
I gasped, then cried out, my orgasm hitting me so hard as I whimpered and writhed against his cock and finger as they kept coaxing more from me.
But then he shuddered, my pussy clasping him so tightly and milking forth his own orgasm, and together we toppled, blissfully, over that precipice.
My mind went blank and there was nothing but the smell of sex, the feel of sweaty bodies grinding and writhing together as the immense feelings of ecstasy made my eyes fluttered close and a weak cry erupted from the depths of my throat.
By the time I finally came down, he was kissing my shoulder, down over my arm, then up to my hair, nuzzling me so affectionately. I sank into it, into him, and breathed it all in.
“You are so good,” he whispered, still cuddled into my back, clasping me to him possessively.
I smiled, but I couldn’t say his words didn’t shock me. I swallowed, lifting his hand to my mouth and kissing his finger gently, tasting my own sweetness lingering there.
It took us a long time before we pulled apart, just lying there in the peace of one another’s arms, caressing and touching. I didn’t want it to end. I was terrified he’d show me to the door, give me what he owed me, and then just... disappear. Back to his life and all of the elegant people he must know.
But as he pulled up his pants, he helped me up and gave me his shirt. I hadn’t realized, but he’d also hung up my thong to dry, and though it felt strange, I was grateful as I pulled them on.
“I’ll drive you home,” he said, caressing my cheek with such tenderness, a spark of affection in those killer blue eyes.
I nodded. What would Sam say?
Still, I couldn’t refuse, even though all the way home we didn’t speak. Just listened to music. He had similar taste to me, and it allowed me to both appreciate it and relax into the familiar sounds, feeling so out of place in my bare-footed, half-dressed way.
The sun was hidden by clouds, making it look drearier than it was, though I was grateful for that. It was Sunday afternoon by the time he pulled up to our dorm, and I had the embarrassing task of sneaking in and hoping no one would see me in my skivvies.
But, of course, I hadn’t been thinking clearly and he handed me his phone with a smile.
“Call Sam,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully at me. “I’m not going to let you walk around like this again. Next time, you’ll bring a change of clothes.”
Next time?
I flushed as I dialed the phone, grateful he had her number programed in. I barely remembered the conversation. Instead, ‘Next time’ just kept curling in my head. When I handed him back his phone, he tugged my hand in and smiled. “Dinner tomorrow?”
I nodded immediately.
He kissed my lips, his fingertip running along my jawline, and then Sam was at the window, knocking loudly. I flushed and pulled back, and he discreetly handed me an envelope.
“My number is in there. As is the number of the doctor I mentioned. I’ll have the appointment made before our date.”
Daniel rolled down my window, giving a pleasant smile to Sam as she shoved some pants and shoes through the opening.
“About time you came home,” Sam said, annoyance and relief blended in one as I squirmed into the comfortable jeans and tossed on my shoes. I felt more like myself immediately, though the feel of his oversized cotton shirt reminded me that I was someone new.
Someone better.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to him before leaning in, pressing my mouth to his hungrily.
When Sam finally pulled me away, upstairs into our dorm, and I tossed the envelope down onto my bed, all I could do was smile. I had a real date with a demi-god.
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