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Because this isn't just lust; it's something more. Something elemental and powerful that scares me because it feels so real and raw. She's panting against me as we work together, her hands gripping my hair tightly as we kiss again, just enough to sting in a painful pleasure that only fuels my desire for her.
"Come for me," I demand against her mouth before sinking my teeth into her bottom lip, just lightly enough to sting. Her eyes flutter open in surprise but don't break our connection. She grunts out her agreement, her hips swiveling ever faster. The slick, wet noises fill the room as I feel a rush of her juice against my thigh, her need building as she writhes against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if she might drown without me.
"I...I can't...stop myself," she whispers, her voice strained with need.
"Don't," I groan, nipping at her jaw. "Come on, darling, come all over me."
Every stroke of her hips against mine sends waves of pleasure through my body, heightening my own pleasure. I reach up to pull her hair, drag her head back a little so I can look right into her eyes.
"Show me how hard I make you come, Natalie."
"Alessa," she gasps out, and it's all over for her. She bucks back, arching hard so that her tits are in reach of my mouth again, and I snap with blunt teeth at her nipples, making her squeal a little harder as she soaks me with her orgasm.
And I'm right there with her a second later, my clit so hard it could cut diamonds, as I tug her ass hard against me and wrap my leg hard around hers, smashing her thigh against my pussy as I laugh and gasp out my own high.
There's a deep, satisfied silence after, punctuated only by the sound of our breathing as it slows from sprint-pace to something softer.
And then she pulls away, laughing softly at the mess we've made. She rolls onto her back and throws an arm over her eyes. "I'm so fucked up," she says, but she's laughing.
"Fuckedout, maybe," I retort, running a hand through her damp hair. "You act like you didn't enjoy yourself."
"Oh, I enjoyed myself. I enjoyed myself all over you."
I grin, running a hand over my still-damp thigh and sucking obscenely on my fingers as I turn in the bed to look at her. "You sure did."
Her eyes narrow playfully. "I'm not the only one who dripped everywhere. And I just washed these sheets," she says with a mock sigh. But there's a hint of arousal left in her eyes.
I'm reluctant to let the moment end. "We have all night," I say suggestively, running a finger along her jawline. "We could really dirty up these sheets if you're planning on washing them again."
She smirks, but shakes her head. "I think maybe we need to have an actual discussion, with words, instead of just fucking all through the night." She reaches out to caress my face. "But I'm tired. And you must be sore, with that arm."
I forgot all about my arm. But at her mention, it does start to ache a little.
"What do you suggest?" I ask.
"I suggest we get some sleep, and figure out all—this—" she waves vaguely "—in the morning."
"Sounds good to me."
"I better just clean up a little." I lie back in her surprisingly comfortable bed, my body still humming with pleasure as I listen to her wash up. The scent of sex and sweat lingers in the air, filling up my senses. I can't help but feel the still-illicit thrill from our secret tryst despite the consequences if we're caught.
This power dynamic between us is intoxicating, the forbidden nature of it all.
But it's more than that. So much more. Andthat'swhat I don't want to lose.
As she emerges from the bathroom, I watch her every move, taking in every inch of her nude form. She's like a goddess, all curves and softness, standing there unafraid yet vulnerable.
She glances at me as she towels off, then pulls on a pair of pajama shorts and an old tee. "We need to have a serious talk," she says with a sigh, hopping back into bed. But her eyes are happy.
"We will," I promise as she snaps off the bedside light.
We will. But for tonight, at least, I want to enjoy just sleeping here by her side, pretending that everything will all work out like a fairytale.
Just for now.
In the morning, we can deal with reality—with our plan for Elena, with the danger we're in, and…
And the reality ofus.
