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“No?” he cuts me off. “So, if I brought my fingers to your pussy right now, I wouldn't find you drenched for me?”
“You wouldn't dare,” I hiss. I can admit to myself that I'm only challenging him, so he'll do just as he's saying.
His hand comes forward, gripping the sheet. I don't resist at all when he begins pulling on it, letting it slip from my hands, bearing my breasts to him, then my stomach, my thighs, and legs. I only feel it pool over my feet because my eyes are looking up, at his advancing form. I only see his jaw and his bottom lip as his face comes closer. Then, his lips are on mine, and I arch my neck for more of his mouth as I feel his fingers do the same thing mine did mere minutes ago. Over my thighs, to my clit, but he passes it, ignoring my gasp into his mouth to slide his fingers through my lips. He tries to break his mouth away from mine, but I bite down on his bottom lip, not wanting him to be able to say the words I know he will. As if he knows exactly why too, I feel his lips curve up. He pulls his lip away and I moan as he slides his fingers lower, to my opening while his mouth comes to my ear.
“So fucking wet for me, Keri,” he whispers. “Can't you hear how much you want me?”
I can. I can hear it as his fingers slide up and down, all the way up to my clit, and down to my opening, teasing but not going in. I growl as I push on his chest, making him fall to the bed, although making him is a stretch. It’s almost like he would let me do anything to him. I just can't figure out why.
I go between his thighs now, my hand on his leg, sliding up. The fire allows me to see my hand on his thigh, slipping under his loincloth, seeing his—
“Oh my God,” I murmur.
I've felt it inside of me, wrapped my hand around it before, but for some reason, seeing it for the first time has me stunned. It's…beautiful. I don't know if that's the right word to use when describing a cock but the only other one I can think of is perfect and my pride refuses to call it that. It's large, wide, even though that much I already knew. The tip glistens, the base of it hard and hot in my hand. The skin is soft and black. Just looking at it fills my mind with visions of the last time it was inside of me, and the pleasure it brought.
He jerks in my hold and my eyes snap up to find his red eyes watching me. I narrow mine at him, trying like to hell to sustain my anger with him, and with myself. But my desire for him is overcoming it, pleading with me to give in and climb atop him, slide down on his length. I move my hand on him some and he groans out. Apparently, I'm not the only one succumbing to desire.
“Do you want me?” I ask, bringing my hand up on him.
“So fucking badly,” he grunts out.
I wish I could say it as easily as him, but then again, he's not the one sent down to be sacrificed each year.
“What would you do to have me?” I taunt him.
“Anything.”
“Let me go.”
I could swear I feel him go still. It certainly sounds like he speaks through clenched teeth when he says, “Anything but that.”
“Then, you obviously don't want me bad enough.”
“I want you enough to know I'll never get enough of you, so I can't ever let you go.”
His words stun me, even if they make no sense, because what does that even mean—he can't ever let me go? He…has to, doesn't he? And why,why,does the thought of him keeping me forever just turn me on more? Why does his promise that he'll never get enough of me only make me want to give him more? Why do I want to take from him, too?
I lean forward, licking the glistening drop of cum off his tip. It tastes like…strawberries. What the hell? And why do I want more? I'm supposed to be teasing him here, not myself.
“Do you want my lips around you?” I ask, before licking a circle around the tip.
“Yes,” he groans.
“Want my tongue sliding on you?”
“Please.”
I smile, pressing my tongue flat against the tip and licking up. He arches, trying to follow my tongue but I move my head back. Now's my chance to make him feel all the lust I've had to contain the last few days. He can wait, just like I did. I shouldn't even be doing this now. Shouldn't be indulging in—
I shut my mind down. I don't want to hear those thoughts right now, not when my clit throbs with need and my pussy aches for his cock.
“I will take you in my mouth,” I say, “if you tell me your name.”
I hate that I make it so simple for him, at the same time, betraying how badly I want a name to call him.
“Linc,” he hurries to answer.
“Linc,” I purr, and he gives a sound that is damn near a whimper.
