He pulled my face up to his as he bent down. His lips closed over mine. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to kiss me, but once he started, I found I really didn’t want him to stop. He tasted sweet. I folded into his arms easily, my free hand twining around the back of his neck and pulling him closer. A wave of warmth ran down my spine and out my arms and legs.
He stopped to let me catch my breath as he ran his fingers through my hair. My scalp tingled where he touched it. I breathed heavily and tried to collect my thoughts, but only one thought ran through my head: the serious desire to be kissed again. I hadn’t felt so alive for a long time. I spread my fingers in his hair and pulled his head toward mine.
“Hungry little quim, are you not?” he chuckled softly. “You are entertaining.”
With that, he kissed me roughly and forced his tongue into my mouth. It was warm and strong. I drew it in, caressing it with my own and sucking hard as he pushed it in again and again. My heart was racing, but my chest felt like an enormous hole had opened in it, requiring his presence to fill. I let go of his hand and put my arm around his back, pulling him into a closer embrace. I could feel the warmth of him through his soft tunic, and longed to touch his skin.
Ask and ye shall receive, I heard in my head. His tunic evaporated. I felt him smile against my lips, then he stood from his half-sitting position on the edge of the bed and pulled me to my feet in front of him. My hands wound up on his bare chest as he pulled me in and kissed me again. His skin was the warmest silk, with the barest traces of curly black hair trailing down the center of his chest to his navel and beyond. I ran my fingers over his chest lightly, and he made a tickly humming noise in my mouth.
My turn. He reached down to the buttons of my flannel pajama shirt, then pulled away from me enough to frown at them. Buttons. How tedious. My shirt disappeared from my body and reappeared across the room in a heap on the dresser.
He ran both hands lightly down my sides as I draped my arms over his shoulders. Oh, it tickled in such a good way. All my muscles clenched and unclenched as he lightly caressed down the sides of my neck and around the sides of my breasts. Then he reached around my waist and pulled me to him, and I could feel his warm chest against my own. He was warm and soft and comfortable, but I knew he was far from safe.
He trailed a line of kisses down my neck and raked it with his teeth. I shuddered.
“You like that, do you?” he whispered in my ear before biting down and sucking hard on the side of my neck. I breathed heavily, feeling the hedonistic sensation flow up into my brain and down my arm and into my chest. I arched my back and he pulled me roughly back against him. I could feel the hard bulge beneath his pants pressing against my pelvic bone, even through my pajama bottoms. Beyond all else, the knowledge that he was ready for me was my undoing.
I reached down and ran my hand gently over his groin. He moaned softly against my neck.
You want me, I thought triumphantly. God or no God, I have you in my fingers and you want me.
He stopped kissing my neck suddenly and pushed me down onto the bed, then fell to a crouch over me.
“You think this gives you power over me?” he growled, scowling down at me, then smiled a sadistic grin. “You have much to learn, my dear. I will have you begging me to let you have this.”
Why I couldn’t keep my mouth shut I will never know.
“I doubt that,” I countered calmly. If he wanted to play this game, I would win. I had a long, sad history of frigidity. I had gone through more lovers than I could count easily, and none of them were able to bring me the pleasure I craved. Only a long time alone with mechanical assistance had taught me what an orgasm was supposed to feel like. In my mind, he had no chance whatsoever of making me beg for him. No one did.
“And you still underestimate me,” he said, frowning again. His green eyes darkened. “You will learn proper respect for me, one way or another.”
From my position, I couldn’t see what happened next, but a sudden rush of chilly air told me that my pajama bottoms were missing before he moved to one side and thrust two long fingers into my crotch. I gasped and my eyes widened in shock as they forced all the way in.
Oh, God.
He smiled down at me with narrowed eyes. “That is a very good start.”
