“I don’t need the slightest encouragement to think about being inside you.”
“Good.” She spun, swaying her hips. “I thought that a romp with the naughty nympho playmate from the porno planet might lighten you up. It’s your turn to be the bed toy.”
“Bed toy?” That startled him out of his horndog reverie. “What the fuck is that about?”
“You’ve been freezing me out,” she told him. “And then coming in to ravish me in the night. My demon lover.”
He studied her, slit-eyed. “Seemed like you were into it,” he said cautiously.
“Of course I was into it,” she said tartly. “The sex is not the problem. But I didn’t come here to scold you tonight. I had other plans.” She swirled her fingertip tenderly in the slick drop of precome pooling on the head of his cock, and licked it.
Still, he hesitated. “Is this a trap?” he asked warily.
She gaped at him. “What?”
“You’re pissed at me. I see it in your sig.”
She laughed out loud at him. “What if I am? I still want you. And I’m tired of tiptoeing around you. Get used to having me all up in your face. This is a very straightforward seduction. No traps or tricky stuff. Don’t be a humorless jerk. Lighten up.”
“Oh, babe.” A burst of laughter shook him. “I would do anything for you. But lightening up is too much to ask of me.”
“OK, fine.” She swung her leg over him. “Be dead serious, then.” She smiled down through the shadowy fall of her hair. “As long as you give me what I want.”
She poised herself over him, holding his stiff rod at the perfect angle to sink right down onto him. He seized her waist, holding her still. “Let me get you ready.”
“I am ready,” she said. “And I need you, inside me. Now.”
“But it’ll be better for you if I—”
“Listen to me, Noah Gallagher.” Her voice had a commanding ring. “You can’t always call the shots if you want to be with me. We will alternate. Understand? One day, maybe it’s your turn. The next day, it’s my turn. I’ve been meaning to clarify that for a while now, and this seems like the right time. Is that perfectly clear?”
“Uh . . . yeah. Sure.” The heat in her eyes made his dick throb. He trailed his hand down her belly, toying with the pendant. “Damn, you’re beautiful in this thing.”
“If you’re trying to distract me, it won’t work.” She preened, lifting her hair. “But I’m glad that you like it.”
He gathered up a thick lock of her hair, pressed it to his face and inhaled. “Your scent has a color too,” he told her. “My mods translate all sensory input into visual data. Just for the pure fucking hell of it.”
“Noah,” she murmured, a shiver rippling down her back at his touch.
“Sounds, too,” he said. “Everything. Your voice is a violet blue. Like the evening sky. I’m so strung out on it, I can’t even breathe without you. I am so screwed.”
She slid her fingers into his short, glossy hair. “Noah,” she whispered again.
He pressed his face to her breasts. The glittering chain that plunged from collar to waist stroked his face, warm from the heat of her body. Her taut nipple caressed his cheek.
“You sneaky bastard,” she said. “I was trying to be tough with you, and you go over-the-top romantic on me. Not fair. Goddamnit.”
“Didn’t do it on purpose.” He made a choked, keening sound as she slid the head of his cock along her moist slit, and then nudged it tenderly inside. Her hips pulsed, kissing his blunt tip with her slick entrance. Wet, licking, teasing promises of all the slick heaving and plunging to come.
That was it. The last bit of his resistance gave way. He jackknifed up, catching her in his arms. Kissing her with frenzied intensity, no holding back. He wasn’t going to hurt her, scare her. She was divinely powerful, a goddess, a rippling flame in his arms.
He groaned as she took his cock slowly inside herself. The clutch of her body yielding to him was a caressing agony of pleasure. Loved, licked, enveloped by heat, by wet. Painted by the hot colors of her body’s snug clasp.
So . . . fucking . . . perfect. It was killing him.
She sank her fingers into his shoulders. Their eyes locked. The look on her face pierced right through him. Her naked soul blazing out.
“I love when you’re wide open to me,” he said.
“Same here. I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you.”
“Me too,” he told her raggedly. “Like I want to breathe.”
Her slender body rode him, light and lithe. Each hot clench branded him with pleasure. Each gliding, rhythmic stroke satisfied him to the core of his being and stoked a frantic need for the next.
He clutched her, riding the rising swell of power, surging, cresting.
Crashing through them.
When he opened his eyes, it was a moment before he recognized himself.