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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 420 из 427His skin was warmer now, alive with the blood he'd taken from me. His hair fell around me like a shining curtain.
«Bite me,» I whispered it.
«What?»
«Bite me, while you fuck me, take me, take me as only you can take me.» My voice stayed a whisper as if that would make it all right. Make it less weak.
«As only I can take you?» He made a question of it.
«Yes,» I said, «yes.»
He wrapped his arms around me, forced me to hold all of our combined weight. He hugged me, hard and tight. «You do feel my power.»
«Yes,» I whispered.
«Are you afraid of it?»
«Yes.»
«Afraid of how much you want me?»
«Yes!»
He whispered, «I like that.» He raised himself off me, so that the only part of him touching was the part that was deep inside me, and the barest touch of thighs and hips.
He drew himself out slowly, so slowly.
«I'm still tight.»
«Yes,» he said, « yes, you are .» He drew himself out of me, then used his knees to spread my legs wider. It made me lower my head to the couch, pressing my face to the leather. Asher entered me, shallow, just inside, inside over that sweet spot. He started slow and steady, pushing himself in and out, and always over that one spot. I kept expecting him to speed up or go deeper, but he kept that slow, shallow rhythm.
I started moving my hips to help, but he put his hands firmly on my hips, kept me from moving. It was strangely like all the ballroom dancing they'd made me learn for the party. A flexing of the man's hands, a squeeze in one direction or the other, and you knew what he wanted, or thought you did. He wanted me not to move, to let him do the work.
He spread my legs even farther, forced my body at a higher angle. «Up, Anita, I want you up on all fours.»
I did what he asked, but my knees were spread so far that my hips protested the angle. It didn't exactly hurt, but it might if we did it long enough. And through it all he kept up that gliding, gentle rhythm inside my body.
The orgasm began to build inside me. To build with each caress of his body just inside mine. Building, building, on the gentle touch of him inside me. Most of the time sex was about the ardeur . The ardeur wasn't gentle. I fed and I fucked because I had to. I realized as Asher took me so carefully, so gently, that it had taught us all bad habits. I loved a good, hard fucking, more even than most women, but just because I could take it didn't mean that that was what I wanted, not always. This, this was perfect. This was what I had been missing in all the frantic sex.
«Bite me,» I whispered it.
«What?»
«Bite me, while you fuck me, take me, take me as only you can take me.» My voice stayed a whisper as if that would make it all right. Make it less weak.
«As only I can take you?» He made a question of it.
«Yes,» I said, «yes.»
He wrapped his arms around me, forced me to hold all of our combined weight. He hugged me, hard and tight. «You do feel my power.»
«Yes,» I whispered.
«Are you afraid of it?»
«Yes.»
«Afraid of how much you want me?»
«Yes!»
He whispered, «I like that.» He raised himself off me, so that the only part of him touching was the part that was deep inside me, and the barest touch of thighs and hips.
He drew himself out slowly, so slowly.
«I'm still tight.»
«Yes,» he said, « yes, you are .» He drew himself out of me, then used his knees to spread my legs wider. It made me lower my head to the couch, pressing my face to the leather. Asher entered me, shallow, just inside, inside over that sweet spot. He started slow and steady, pushing himself in and out, and always over that one spot. I kept expecting him to speed up or go deeper, but he kept that slow, shallow rhythm.
I started moving my hips to help, but he put his hands firmly on my hips, kept me from moving. It was strangely like all the ballroom dancing they'd made me learn for the party. A flexing of the man's hands, a squeeze in one direction or the other, and you knew what he wanted, or thought you did. He wanted me not to move, to let him do the work.
He spread my legs even farther, forced my body at a higher angle. «Up, Anita, I want you up on all fours.»
I did what he asked, but my knees were spread so far that my hips protested the angle. It didn't exactly hurt, but it might if we did it long enough. And through it all he kept up that gliding, gentle rhythm inside my body.
The orgasm began to build inside me. To build with each caress of his body just inside mine. Building, building, on the gentle touch of him inside me. Most of the time sex was about the ardeur . The ardeur wasn't gentle. I fed and I fucked because I had to. I realized as Asher took me so carefully, so gently, that it had taught us all bad habits. I loved a good, hard fucking, more even than most women, but just because I could take it didn't mean that that was what I wanted, not always. This, this was perfect. This was what I had been missing in all the frantic sex.