The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 30 - Personal (Mature)

I threw my shirt shut and followed him through the club, back in his car. He drove me to his apartment but made me wait outside, for a reason I didn't know. He opened the door and then let me in, which was odd.

"What did you do?" I stared. 'Did you put drugs in the water?"

"No. I needed to put some things away." We walked down the hall and to his room. He pushed me in his bed and pulled my boots off, then my jeans. He kissed up my leg and tossed off my shirt. I pulled his off, unable to not touch him. I kissed his tattoos, his neck. It felt like there was no one else in the world right now. I couldn't hear the loud song of New York City, just my thumping heart, the way his breath fanned my skin. I was completely in this moment with him, and it was overwhelming in the best way.

"Bite."

His voice snapped me out of my head. "What?"

"Bite my neck." He ordered. "Get in touch with your animalistic side."

"I don't even remotely have an animal side."

"Try it," he moved my hands to his naked back. "Scratch me," he yanked me up so I was in his lap, his erection pressing right between my legs, and started kissing me, these raw, intense kisses that were all lust. I tried to keep up, never, ever having been kissed like this. I always was gentle. To keep up I had to be lustful, which was such a change. I dragged my nails down his warm back... I liked that... so I did it again.

"Bite." I shook my head and he rolled his eyes. He craned my neck back, thumbs on my ears, hands cradling my head. He leaned down and sucked on my neck, making me gasp. I felt him bite my delicate skin, sucking, tongue continuously lapping all around. I panted, wincing at the roughness. He ran his tongue over my skin one final time before he leaned back.

I knew it was my cue so I pushed him back a bit. I parted my lips and pulled his soft skin into my mouth, gently biting. I felt his breath cascade down the back of my neck as I kept going. Gosh, why was this so fun? I kept nibbling and licking, biting. I was so into I started kissing all over him, working my way down his body.

"Fucking tease." He muttered, so frustrated with me. I giggled and took his pants off, straddling him. I ran my nails down his chest, his eyes shut at that feeling. I kissed his chest and moved to his lips, biting them. He watched as I snapped it back.

"Spread your legs," he ordered and threw me back.

"No, I can't, oh God, no."

"Why? Seriously, why Odette?" he stared at me, his arms hooked behind my knees. "Why are you so bashful of this body? Why are you so scared?"

"Because... because it's so intimate and private. It's my body. My body is my world for dance. I guess I'm protective of it. You can't act like having someone's face between your legs is normal. Maybe it is for you but not for me. It's scary. I'm scared it'll hurt or feel bad, I don't know," I shook my head, babbling. "Teeth anywhere near there..." I trailed off. He hovered over me. His eyes were gazing right into mine, his face was very tense. His lips were so pink, this pure color. They were incredibly full too, it was a bit amazing.

"I give you my word. It won't hurt." I took a breath, staring up at him. I ran my fingers across his defined collarbones.

"Will... will you make fun of me?"

"I have nothing to make fun of."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" I whispered.

He kept up his intense stare. "Very beautiful." I felt my skin heat. "Do you want me to or not? I won't if you truly don't feel comfortable, I won't make fun of you for it either." I took a breath and thought for a second. I nodded, shutting my eyes tightly. "Don't brace yourself." He laughed and stopped hovering over me. He yanked me down by my ankles and he got on his knees, my behind on the edge of the bed. He spread my legs and sucked on my thighs with his lips, he pulled my skin into his mouth, biting and licking. I jumped, knowing it was really building this. His tongue started to move everywhere. I felt his breath, he was panting between my legs. Holy....