her jaw and nipped her earlobe before whispering, "I'm
stronger than you and you're not getting free. You may as well
agree to play."
"Fine," she breathed. "What's the game?"
"Twenty questions. I ask, you answer." He
nudged her legs wider and planted his boots between her dainty
ballet flats. This close to her, his balls ached. The gentle curve
of her abdomen accepted his cock easily, a soft cushion inviting
him to rub against her. "Ready?"
Her head dropped against the wall. "What's
the first question?"
"I want to know about your list." He pulled
her shirt up past her navel, glorying in soft skin beneath his
hands. "What was the number one thing you had to have in a
husband?"
Her cheek heated against his temple. Aya
raised his head to find her flushed red. He rocked his hips,
grinding his cock against her pubic bone. "Tell me."
She turned her face aside. "I didn't
prioritize in order of importance."
"Liar," he murmured, and pinched the flesh at
the bend of her waist. Noelle jumped in his arms. Her breath
quickened at the small bit of pain. Just as he'd expected given her
reaction to the pinprick.
She swallowed, not looking at him. "When I
was brainstorming the list, the first thing I did was specify the
size of your penis."
"Really." He chuckled. "Are you curious
whether Manporium got it right?"
"You know I am." She scowled at the
mirror.
Aya glanced at their reflection and met her
eyes there, unwilling to grant her even the illusion of escape.
"I'll show you soon."
Her flush deepened. He kissed her cheek and
asked, "Why do you use Manporium instead of finding a born
man?"
She relaxed marginally. "Manporium matches
have a proven low divorce rate. Couples are highly compatible and
overwhelmingly report happiness instead of dissatisfaction."
"That sounds like a rehearsed answer." He
cupped her ass and lifted her, angling her sex to cushion his
erection. "Wrap your legs around me."
"There's nothing wrong with my answer. What's
your next question?"
Once her strong thighs locked tight around
his waist, he inched closer and pinned her to the glass with his
hips. Through her loose pants, her sex parted, made room for him.
Noelle whimpered. Aya kissed her lips and pushed her shirt higher
to expose her breasts, small enough to go unfettered, rosy tips
up-tilted and high. He licked the shallow valley between them.
"Would you rather I bite your nipples or lick them?"
"I..." She strained against him, her abdomen
taut as she once again tested the strength of his hold. "Damn it. I
want to touch you! Why won't you let me touch you?"
"I'm asking the questions and you're
answering." He bit her, sharp and brief, pinching the delicate
inner curve of her breast. "Now answer."
"Lick them!" Frustration raised her
voice.
"Good girl." Surprised but not averse to her
preference, he treated her breasts gently, stroking one taut nipple
while swirling his tongue around the other. Noelle sighed and
relinquished her struggles, sagging against the mirrored wall.
Responding to the mere suggestion of his awareness, his remaining
tentacles slipped around her thighs, providing the strength she was
rapidly losing.
" Please let me touch you. Just one
hand." Her lips grazed his temple, which was the only part of him
she could reach.
"I like your hands where they are." He sucked
her nipple into his mouth, tugging rhythmically, and tipped his
head so he could watch her. Noelle's lips parted. Need rendered her
eyes glassy, the hazel irises gone wide and silver-green. The sight
of her, flushed and wanting, challenged his control. If he returned
use of her hands, he'd lose it and take her against the mirror, and
that wouldn't suit his plans. He wanted Noelle hot and writhing
beneath him, impassioned to the point of screaming, not afraid to
let herself go. She wasn't there yet. He wouldn't be able to take
her there, either, if he didn't back off and get a grip. With one
last strong pull, he released her nipple. "How's your relationship
with your
stronger than you and you're not getting free. You may as well
agree to play."
"Fine," she breathed. "What's the game?"
"Twenty questions. I ask, you answer." He
nudged her legs wider and planted his boots between her dainty
ballet flats. This close to her, his balls ached. The gentle curve
of her abdomen accepted his cock easily, a soft cushion inviting
him to rub against her. "Ready?"
Her head dropped against the wall. "What's
the first question?"
"I want to know about your list." He pulled
her shirt up past her navel, glorying in soft skin beneath his
hands. "What was the number one thing you had to have in a
husband?"
Her cheek heated against his temple. Aya
raised his head to find her flushed red. He rocked his hips,
grinding his cock against her pubic bone. "Tell me."
She turned her face aside. "I didn't
prioritize in order of importance."
"Liar," he murmured, and pinched the flesh at
the bend of her waist. Noelle jumped in his arms. Her breath
quickened at the small bit of pain. Just as he'd expected given her
reaction to the pinprick.
She swallowed, not looking at him. "When I
was brainstorming the list, the first thing I did was specify the
size of your penis."
"Really." He chuckled. "Are you curious
whether Manporium got it right?"
"You know I am." She scowled at the
mirror.
Aya glanced at their reflection and met her
eyes there, unwilling to grant her even the illusion of escape.
"I'll show you soon."
Her flush deepened. He kissed her cheek and
asked, "Why do you use Manporium instead of finding a born
man?"
She relaxed marginally. "Manporium matches
have a proven low divorce rate. Couples are highly compatible and
overwhelmingly report happiness instead of dissatisfaction."
"That sounds like a rehearsed answer." He
cupped her ass and lifted her, angling her sex to cushion his
erection. "Wrap your legs around me."
"There's nothing wrong with my answer. What's
your next question?"
Once her strong thighs locked tight around
his waist, he inched closer and pinned her to the glass with his
hips. Through her loose pants, her sex parted, made room for him.
Noelle whimpered. Aya kissed her lips and pushed her shirt higher
to expose her breasts, small enough to go unfettered, rosy tips
up-tilted and high. He licked the shallow valley between them.
"Would you rather I bite your nipples or lick them?"
"I..." She strained against him, her abdomen
taut as she once again tested the strength of his hold. "Damn it. I
want to touch you! Why won't you let me touch you?"
"I'm asking the questions and you're
answering." He bit her, sharp and brief, pinching the delicate
inner curve of her breast. "Now answer."
"Lick them!" Frustration raised her
voice.
"Good girl." Surprised but not averse to her
preference, he treated her breasts gently, stroking one taut nipple
while swirling his tongue around the other. Noelle sighed and
relinquished her struggles, sagging against the mirrored wall.
Responding to the mere suggestion of his awareness, his remaining
tentacles slipped around her thighs, providing the strength she was
rapidly losing.
" Please let me touch you. Just one
hand." Her lips grazed his temple, which was the only part of him
she could reach.
"I like your hands where they are." He sucked
her nipple into his mouth, tugging rhythmically, and tipped his
head so he could watch her. Noelle's lips parted. Need rendered her
eyes glassy, the hazel irises gone wide and silver-green. The sight
of her, flushed and wanting, challenged his control. If he returned
use of her hands, he'd lose it and take her against the mirror, and
that wouldn't suit his plans. He wanted Noelle hot and writhing
beneath him, impassioned to the point of screaming, not afraid to
let herself go. She wasn't there yet. He wouldn't be able to take
her there, either, if he didn't back off and get a grip. With one
last strong pull, he released her nipple. "How's your relationship
with your
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