"Oh he wouldn't, would he? Wait, what do you mean 'going'?"
I smiled at her, speaking slowly. Like you would to a child. Because she was acting like one. She was mine already, why was she fighting it?
"Going. More than dating, less than marriage. What do you call it?"
She sputtered, clearly not sure what to say. She hadn't been expecting that clearly. I took the opportunity to step closer while her defenses were down.
A good hunter knows when to strike.
I lifted her face, studying her beautiful eyes. Then I leaned down slowly and kissed her.
She was stiff in my arms for about thirty seconds. Then she melted. I growled and fitted her against me, rubbing my hands over her lithe form.
"Hmmm... Belinda..."
I kissed her neck, taking soft little nips of the tender skin.
"Come upstairs."
She sighed softly, clearly uncertain. I tipped her chin up, staring down at her lovely, confused face. I realized I would never do anything to hurt her. Or let anyone hurt her.
I felt a strange emotion settle over me. I had no idea what it was and I didn't care. I had more pressing things on my mind at the moment. Like getting into her kitty.
"Come upstairs."
She looked up at me, her eyes softer now. I knew I had won before she said a word.
"Alright."
Belinda
The door was barely closed before Kyle had me in his arms again. His hands were everywhere at once, touching, pressing, soothing, molding. I was all over him too, touching his hard muscles wherever I could reach. I felt like I was floating from the incredible sensations spreading through my body.
Then I realized I was floating.
Kyle was carrying me to the bed.
That was what I wanted though, wasn't it? What I hadn't been able to stop thinking about? All the wicked things Kyle knew how to do-what he was about to do-with me?
I sighed as he covered me with his body. He wasn't rushing things. He was just kissing me.
I opened my eyes when he stopped.
Kyle was staring down at me. He didn't look lustful or smug. He looked almost... awestruck. His finger traced my brow and the curve of my cheek.
"You really don't have any idea what you are doing to me, do you?"
I just looked at him, trying to understand what was happening between us.
Why it was happening.
Then he lowered his head again and I stopped thinking entirely. He was kissing me with such passionate sweetness, it took my breath away. His hands moved faster now, stroking my breasts though my shirt. He started to circle his hips where they nestled between my thighs. I moaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing against me.
It was a simulation of sex. He was pretend fucking. I realized something in that moment that surprised me.
I desperately wanted the real thing.
Maybe as much as he did.
Maybe more than he did.
I reached up, sliding my hands over his body. I let them wander lower, then up and under his shirt. He moaned as my fingers stroked the smooth skin of his back. I felt a sense of power unlike anything I'd ever known before.
I did that to him.
Me.
Little Miss Priss.
I tugged his shirt up and he looked at me, surprised. Then he grinned and pulled it over his head. I ran my hands over his chest and he flexed his muscles under my palms.
"Your turn."
I nodded and he helped me pull my shirt off. He grunted as he looked down at me in my jeans and plain white bra.
"I don't want to be greedy, but can we get the rest of it off now?"
I laughed and nodded again.
He peeled my jeans off me, making appreciative sounds as my bare flesh came into view.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
He stood by the bed and tugged his jeans over his trim hips, kicking them away. I smiled up at him.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
He groaned and pulled me up against him, our bare skin giving off sparks as we connected. I was mindless as we pressed against each other, our limbs entangling. Then I felt him hoist me up and wrap my legs around him.
"Kyle..."
"Hmmm hmmm?"
"Remember last time you asked if I was on the pill?"
He was rubbing my body, looking me over. He was barely listening to me.
"Hmmm hmmm..."
"Well I'm not."
He stared at me, his eyes wide.
"What? Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
I sat up, crossing my arms.
"You didn't ask until after! Anyway, how many virgins do you know who are on the pill?"
I grabbed my shirt, all thoughts of sex flying out the window.
"Forget it. This was a stupid mistake."
Kyle reached out to stop me.
"Belinda-I don't care. Fucking A!"
He grinned at me stupidly.
"I'd love to make a baby with you."
I stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Don't you think we're a little young?"
He shook his head.
"I'd be fucking proud to be your baby daddy."
He grinned at me. The man was insane. A caveman. An idiot. An insane caveman idiot.
"Let's make lots of babies..."
Then he pounced on me.
Chapter Seven Kyle