Page 54 of Up In Flames

“Not if it upsets you.”

“It does, but I don’t know why. I’m not a shrinking violet kind of person. I write about this stuff. I thought I’d be excited, but…” She looks over her shoulder and around the walls again before returning her gaze to meet mine. “I didn’t think I was a prude. I don’t want to be a prude.”

“Jelly Bean, you’re not a prude. You’re anything but. There’s no shame in not wanting, or not being ready for, this room.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m too vanilla. I mean, if one of my heroines broke down in front of the hero upon seeing a spanking bench, my fans would boo her right out of the book.”

“I doubt it. I think they’d commend her for knowing what she wants and what she doesn’t. Besides, timing is everything.” I look around the room. It’s my past. I don’t need it in my present or future. “I’ll lock the room up until you’re ready, or I’ll burn the lot of it. We’ll make the space something else. Hell, we’ll get a priest over to consecrate it, or a voodoo practitioner to cleanse it, or whatever you want. None of this matter to me. Only you matter to me.”

“But I’m not a prude,” she assures me.

“You are not a prude. You’re perfect. Though I do like this outfit. How about I shower, and you wait for me on our bed?”

“To fuck?”

“To fuck. To make love.”

“Yes, that’s it. To make love, because I love you.” She wraps her arms around my neck, as far as she can reach. “I love you so much, it’s just stupid.”

And that’s how easy it is to say the words without any conditional attachments. Who knew?

“I love you, too, Jelly Bean. With all my heart and all my Nephilim soul.”

“And human, too. I want every piece of you.”

“And human,” I agree. I lean down to buss her lips, just a quick brush, but she grabs my nape and forces the embrace into a passionate meeting of tongues and lips.

When she pulls back, she says, “Put me down.”

When I do as she asks, she presses her palm just above the tip of my randy dick, directing me to the wall. She reaches high for the buttons on my jeans, popping one after the other, before rolling down the pants and leaving Mr. Dick straining toward the ceiling with yearning.

“You want to fuck in the hallway?” I smile. I like it. “Fast and dirty?”

She grabs my dick around the middle, raising all sorts of electrical spikes through my blood. “I want to blow you in the hallway. And before you say anything, you should know—this is what I really, really want. This is going to give me incredible pleasure. I want you to come down my throat. I want you to come so far down my throat that you choke me. I want to suck down so much of your cum that I’m drowning in it. And after you come, I want you to take me to the living room, lay me over your knees, spank me with your hand, and then fuck me from behind. Hard. Got it?”

It's a reaction to the Red Room. She both wants to prove she’s not afraid of a little kink, and also, I think, that she can do with me what no other woman could. But her breathing also hitches as she makes the demands, like she’s uncertain about changing the dynamic, scared of making big old me her bitch. Terrified that I didn’t mean it when I said I couldn’t orgasm without pleasing a woman, and terrified that I won’t be able to come with her when she needs me to.

But I meant it. And she means it. So maybe I can. For her, I’ll try to do anything, even wrangle the stars. Even wrangle my own body’s resistance to what other men take for granted.

My heart slams against my chest. “Yes, ma’am.”

And as her mouth covers me—dirty, sweaty, unwashed me—I feel her lips down so deep inside of me that it’s like a revelation. My knees bend on their own, partly because I don’t want her to have to strain to reach, and partly because she’s just taken all my strength. If Delilah took the original Sampson’s power by cutting his hair, Nina’s taken mine on her tongue. With her words. With the fact that she wants me so damned much.

She loves me.

When my fingers find her pussy, it’s sopping wet. She’s excited by this, and that excites me enough that I think I can do the impossible. For her.

I wrap my hands in her hair, giving the illusion of restraint as she tries to take more of me into her mouth, though I leave her free to move as she will. Her little hands on my dick work in their own clockwise and counter-clockwise motions, and for the first time, ever, I can feel my balls harden in preparation of coming without first having pleasured the woman I’m with. It’s a revelation—but this is what she wants. What will please her.

“Nina,” I growl her name, warning her.

But instead of moving back, she redoubles her efforts. The tip of my dick finally finds its way past her tonsils… and I’m done. With an inarticulate growl as electricity arcs up my spine and out the top of my head, I feel the acid burn as my seed rushes out of me and into her in blistering waves.

I need to pull back.

But she grabs my ass, trying to restrain me as I come far more than seems natural, and because she wants me to remain in her, I do.

But just when a full-bodied shudder runs over me and I think I’m done, another wave takes me by surprise. Terrified I’m going to drown Nina with my cum, I pull away, leaving a trail down her lips, chin, neck, and the front of her tight lace top.