lot harder to hurt me.”
“Don’t want to hurt you. I want to smack you every so often, but I don’t really want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure I deserve the smacks.” And worse.
She tightened her grip around his shaft and glanced up at him.
“It’s all right. Doesn’t hurt.”
A little tighter. She resumed her tender sucks and tugs, and he let his body relax and just feel . There was nothing wrong with that, nothing taboo about what they were doing. Two consenting adults, doing a personal, adult thing.
She released her mouth’s light suction around his cock head to ask, “Faster?” stroking him up and down all the while.
“ Gods , if you want.” That’d be the gentlemanly thing—to not try to draw it out, even though it felt so good.
After one more swipe of her tongue around his head, she leaned back onto her heels and massaged him with both hands. Wringing him, squeezing him, tugging his common sense down into his erection. When he erupted, his sense would be all gone, and he didn’t give a damn at the moment.
He closed his eyes and thrust into her fists, grinding his teeth at the beautiful friction, and not even caring to suppress the wanton growls vibrating in his throat.
And then, just as his belly started to burn and his cock ached with its impatience, she stopped. Removed her hands. Shifted her weight.
He opened his eyes and found her straddling him. Lowering herself onto him.
He grabbed her hips and propped her up. “No, Christina.”
“You said you wanted me to show you what I was doing in the dream.”
“I draw the line at that.”
“Why? So you don’t have to take the blame for being the one who deflowers me? Why not you? Why not right now? Makes no difference to me.”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“You’re right, I don’t. I want it to be you. I know you have your doubts about me, but I’m telling you my truth. I’m not going to regret it being you. Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because I’m a man?” he offered weakly.
She sighed and reached between his legs to prop up his dick. “Yes, you are. Let me down so I can take care of you, Anton.”
“Doing my laundry is one thing. This goes above and beyond.”
“You’d go above and beyond for me, wouldn’t you?”
“I tried to, but you wouldn’t go away.”
As his words settled in, her expression flitted rapidly from sadness to anger, stopping at what looked to be indignation. He figured that was better than making her cry.
“I’m not going away. I’m going to make you get that through your thick skull, even if it takes me the rest of my life to do it.”
“There are far more productive ways to be spending your life, little wolf.”
“That’s right. I could be cleaning that never-ending pile of weapons you have on your shelves. Or seeing if I can’t set up a little greenhouse in the back, so I can grow some fresh things. Maybe find some time to sign up for a library card. Or take some classes.”
“You could do all of those things anywhere else.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” The tart snap in her tone made his mouth fell open, but as he couldn’t think of any good words to give her, he closed it. She pressed a shaking hand against his lips as if to make certain he wouldn’t speak—to object .
“I don’t think you understand what it feels like to be afraid all the time,” she whispered. “The things I’m afraid of here are so, so different from what I got used to back home. You figured it out. Sometimes, the men back there put their hands on me in ways that weren’t so sweet, and I got to a point where I expected it. Do you know what a relief it is just feel safe? So safe that you let your guard down enough to feel other things, too?”
He pried her hand away, kissed its palm, and placed it on his chest. “No. I guess I didn’t know. You make me feel like an asshole. I was just trying to do the best thing for both of us.”
“Without my input, but I guess I
“Don’t want to hurt you. I want to smack you every so often, but I don’t really want to hurt you.”
“I’m sure I deserve the smacks.” And worse.
She tightened her grip around his shaft and glanced up at him.
“It’s all right. Doesn’t hurt.”
A little tighter. She resumed her tender sucks and tugs, and he let his body relax and just feel . There was nothing wrong with that, nothing taboo about what they were doing. Two consenting adults, doing a personal, adult thing.
She released her mouth’s light suction around his cock head to ask, “Faster?” stroking him up and down all the while.
“ Gods , if you want.” That’d be the gentlemanly thing—to not try to draw it out, even though it felt so good.
After one more swipe of her tongue around his head, she leaned back onto her heels and massaged him with both hands. Wringing him, squeezing him, tugging his common sense down into his erection. When he erupted, his sense would be all gone, and he didn’t give a damn at the moment.
He closed his eyes and thrust into her fists, grinding his teeth at the beautiful friction, and not even caring to suppress the wanton growls vibrating in his throat.
And then, just as his belly started to burn and his cock ached with its impatience, she stopped. Removed her hands. Shifted her weight.
He opened his eyes and found her straddling him. Lowering herself onto him.
He grabbed her hips and propped her up. “No, Christina.”
“You said you wanted me to show you what I was doing in the dream.”
“I draw the line at that.”
“Why? So you don’t have to take the blame for being the one who deflowers me? Why not you? Why not right now? Makes no difference to me.”
“You don’t really believe that.”
“You’re right, I don’t. I want it to be you. I know you have your doubts about me, but I’m telling you my truth. I’m not going to regret it being you. Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because I’m a man?” he offered weakly.
She sighed and reached between his legs to prop up his dick. “Yes, you are. Let me down so I can take care of you, Anton.”
“Doing my laundry is one thing. This goes above and beyond.”
“You’d go above and beyond for me, wouldn’t you?”
“I tried to, but you wouldn’t go away.”
As his words settled in, her expression flitted rapidly from sadness to anger, stopping at what looked to be indignation. He figured that was better than making her cry.
“I’m not going away. I’m going to make you get that through your thick skull, even if it takes me the rest of my life to do it.”
“There are far more productive ways to be spending your life, little wolf.”
“That’s right. I could be cleaning that never-ending pile of weapons you have on your shelves. Or seeing if I can’t set up a little greenhouse in the back, so I can grow some fresh things. Maybe find some time to sign up for a library card. Or take some classes.”
“You could do all of those things anywhere else.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” The tart snap in her tone made his mouth fell open, but as he couldn’t think of any good words to give her, he closed it. She pressed a shaking hand against his lips as if to make certain he wouldn’t speak—to object .
“I don’t think you understand what it feels like to be afraid all the time,” she whispered. “The things I’m afraid of here are so, so different from what I got used to back home. You figured it out. Sometimes, the men back there put their hands on me in ways that weren’t so sweet, and I got to a point where I expected it. Do you know what a relief it is just feel safe? So safe that you let your guard down enough to feel other things, too?”
He pried her hand away, kissed its palm, and placed it on his chest. “No. I guess I didn’t know. You make me feel like an asshole. I was just trying to do the best thing for both of us.”
“Without my input, but I guess I
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