“Throwing me over your shoulder?” I tease, breathlessly. “This feels a little brutish.”
“I have a reputation for that, if you’ll recall,” he replies, giving my backside a hard swat.
I inhale sharply at the sting his palm leaves behind, squirming at the unexpected pleasure that radiates out from it. He readjusts my weight, shifting me so we’re nearly facing one another. He keeps a hand between my thighs, and my legs hook around his waist, squeezing tight, trying to draw his touch deeper.
“And you’re obviously determined to prove the rumorsare true,” he growls against my lips, pushing a finger back inside of me.
I cry out softly at the sudden pressure against my inner walls, and his mouth crashes over mine, swallowing up the sound.
I slip a bit lower in his hold as he kisses and fingers me more roughly, our balance shifting in a way that brushes my swollen center against the tip of his stiff cock—a cock that is straining, barely contained by his pants. An even wilder, more primal need awakens in me. I untangle my legs from around him and put my feet back on the ground. His hands grab my hips, keeping me nearly flush against him and his hard length—not that I planned on going anywhere.
I glance up at him from under my lashes. “We’re equals, right?”
His face tilts toward mine, our noses brushing. “Yes.”
“No more secrets between us.”
“None.”
“Then why are you still wearing more clothing than me?”
I feel his lips curving into a smile against mine. “You should remedy that.”
My hands are already on his belt, undoing it, before he’s finished speaking. I kiss him as I strip him, my mouth’s hungry, desperate devouring only grinding to a halt once his cock is freed and I feel the full, distracting size of him in my hands.
He places a finger under my chin, holding my gaze to his as he murmurs, “And now I think you should get on your knees and open your mouth nice and wide for me. For the sake of equality.”
Again, I’m already following the command before it’sfinished, my hand taking a firmer grip on him and my lips closing around his tip as I sink to my knees.
He has no railing to grab like I did, so his hands eventually find their way to my hair instead, fingers raking through and gripping with a roughness that drives me even more wild. I take him deeper and deeper into my throat, reveling in the way it unravels him, until he eventually pushes me away, gasping for breath and control.
With one hand still twisted in my hair, he kneels down along with me and jerks me into a hard kiss. We tangle together, a frantic rush of touching and tasting that ultimately ends with me pinned underneath him.
His eyes darken as he stretches my arms above my head and restrains both my wrists together with one hand. As he eases himself into me with deliberate slowness, letting me feel every inch of his arousal, sliding in and out with increasing fervor until a soft whimper slips out of me and makes him slow to a stop.
“Am I hurting you?” His gaze settles more fully on mine, and I realize then just how dark it really is. How cold the air around us has become.
But I still shake my head.
It doesn’t hurt. And I don’t want him to stop. Even as the unnatural cold bites at my sweat-covered skin, and I swear he gets even bigger the next time he fully penetrates me, his cock swelling along with the unpredictable power simmering in his veins, pulsing along with his muscles in a way that feels dangerously close to inhuman.
Temptinglyclose to inhuman, if I’m honest.
But he’s making a conscious effort to keep control of himself now. I can see it in the way he braces his arms. In the way he’s content to just hold himself inside of me and let mefeel him throbbing for the moment. In the way he doesn’t quite dare to look directly into my eyes.
I reach up and stroke his face. I’m trying to be conscious, too. Trying to make this last. To stay in control of myself as much as he is.
But it becomes more and more impossible with every passing second. Every pulse of his need draws a different, more desperate sound to my lips. And every noise I make seems to make him swell even tighter inside of me, until I’m certain I’m not imagining the way the base of his cock is shifting into something harder and thicker, something that I couldn’t pull away from even if I wanted to.
Which I don’t.
Before long, he loses the battle to keep still. He thrusts slowly at first before picking up speed, keeping time with my increasingly erratic breaths, staying locked inside of me the entire time.
Our eyes meet, and the intensity in his gaze sends a shock of pleasure rippling through me. My back arches. I don’t try to quiet the cry that tears from my throat in response, and the rawness of it proves to be his undoing—and mine too. He slams into me one last time and we both let go upon impact, falling into wave after wave of beautiful, trembling relief.
A groan tears through him as he empties the last drops of himself into me, partially sinking down on top of my body. But I want his entire, still-trembling weight on top of mine, so I clutch his broad shoulders and pull him into a possessive embrace. He doesn’t fight it, just relaxes more fully, utterly spent and still buried deeply inside of me.
We stay that way for a long time, both of us occasionally shivering with the aftershocks of what we’ve done.
