“I must admit, I feel pretty comfortable with you in this position, too.”
She chuckles, wrapping her arm around my waist. “Good to know. Is it just a return of your energy you feel when you’re with me, or something else?”
“What do you mean by something else?”
Hyacinth sits up, turning to face me. She runs her fingers down my cheek, a little smile flickering across her face as her eyes find mine again.
“I feel something,” she says. “But I’ve been in this situation before. I thought I was safe, but I wasn’t safe.”
“Have I made you feel unsafe?” I ask, dismayed. “I truly didn’t mean to.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “You’ve been fine. It’s me I don’t trust.”
“Hyacinth,” I whisper her name, and she turns her violet eyes to me, the incredibly dark depths of her pupils drawing me in as they always do, as if they contain enough gravity to swallow the sun.
“I would never hurt you,” I say, stroking her cheek.
“Yeah… well.” She looks into her lap, shaking her head. “What if, sometimes, I like to be hurt?”
The words float around in my head a little, and at first, the meaning isn’t clear. When it finally hits me, all the things we did last time we had sex come back to me in a rush.
I didn’t think… I was just following my instincts.
“I want to prove to you that I would never hurt you—even if you think you want me to.”
“Oh?” she says, looking up at me with a wry smile. “Sounds like a line I might have heard before.”
“Please,” the word comes out on my breath, barely any voice behind it. My need to touch her is overpowering everything else, and the intensity is only getting worse as I sense Hyacinth getting aroused as well.
Her smile widens, and she leans in, brushing her lips against mine. I cup her cheek gently, letting her take control. As heat rises between us, Hyacinth reaches out and grabs my shoulders, rocking her head back to let me explore her mouth with my tongue.
When I run my hands down her breasts, she moans and leans into me, begging for my touch. Even though a wave of lust threatens to overwhelm me, I hold it back, staying in control as Hyacinth climbs into my lap. She grabs the front of my shirt and yanks it open, a couple of the buttons flying off and skittering across the room. With a low growl, she sinks forward, nibbling under my ear, then licking down my throat to tease my chest with her teeth. I lean back against the couch, feeling her hands sinking lower until she yanks on my belt.
“No,” I whisper, taking her hands. “This is about you, not me.”
She climbs into my lap again, winding her hands around my neck as she grinds downwards. I can feel her throbbing heat against my cock, the only thing separating us being the thin fabric of her panties and my jocks.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I’m having a pretty good time.”
“I can’t argue with that,” I reply with a chuckle.
Hyacinth leans forward and pulls my face towards her, kissing me hard on the lips. Her tongue flicks into my mouth as she grinds up and down, gripping my neck the whole time. When she pulls back, I’m so turned on that I literally can’t see straight. I feel like my cock is going to tear right out of my pants.
Before she can move, I lift her gently and lay her down on the couch beside me. Hyacinth looks up at me, her eyes wide and trusting, the purple hue reflecting through her gaze as if she can see straight through me.
Maybe she can.
I run my hands over her body, gently lifting her skirt up her thighs. She wriggles towards me eagerly, and I smile as I reach up to pull off her panties.
“Can’t wait, huh?” I joke.
“No one’s… no one’s done that for me for a really long time,” she replies.
A moment of outrage dilutes my lust as I stare at her in disbelief. “You fucking what?”
She tilts her head shyly. “I just… my ex didn’t like it.”
“Holy fucking hell,” I mutter, shaking my head. “That is unnatural, and I will not have this injustice in my house.”
