She inhales sharply and leans in, biting my bottom lip, bringing it between her teeth. She doesn’t hurt me. There’s no blood, just a small amount of pain mixed with the sensation of pleasure.
“Fuck,” I mutter. Her lips are sinful as her kisses move to my neck. My hands keep her wrists pressed against the bed. If my tie weren’t somewhere on the floor, I’d have used it to keep her hands in place above her head.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” she growls at me, and I swear she’s a lioness in heat. And I’m just the man to tame her.
“Soon.” I shove my lips over hers, hard, and her tongue seeks out mine. It’s like fireworks igniting. She whimpers as I climb off her.
“Where the hell are you going?”
“Condom,” I say, and head for my luggage.
I groan when I rummage through my bag and can’t find any. “Fuck,” I curse. “I left them at home.”
“It’s fine. I’m on the pill,” Clare says. “I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-husband.”
I shuffle back toward the bed. “Me either.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since my ex-husband?” Clare smiles and laughs.
“I meant since I’ve been tested. I’m clean,” I assure her. “But we can wait, and I can see if there’s a drug store open.”
“It’s fine. Get back in bed,Panty Licker.”
I groan. “That nickname cannot stick,” I warn as I pull her against me and cover her body with mine.
“Or what?” She smiles up at me.
“I’ll spank you,” I threaten. And it’s not an empty threat. I had a girlfriend years ago who enjoyed being disciplined. I’ve had plenty of experience taming a brat.
Her eyes widen, and she stares up at me. “Seriously?”
“I don’t want to, but if you call mePanty Lickeragain, I’ll have no choice.”
She exhales a heavy sigh and sticks her tongue out at me. “Fine, you can be the one and onlyPanty Thief.”
“I didn’t steal your panties,” I growl at Clare, but I’m not angry. My lips crash against hers, her fingers raking over my back and down my hips, helping me out of my boxers. She gasps at the sight of my hardened cock.
“That’s—you’re huge.” Her voice catches in her throat.
I quirk a grin, and her eyes widen. Is she nervous?
I go slowly, inching my way inside her warmth. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper.
Her eyes slide shut, and I pause, wanting her stare on me. “Look at me,” I command, slowly working up a rhythm that we both enjoy.
Her fingernails dig into my arm, my back, and my shoulders. Everywhere that she touches, she marks.
The pain is good. It’s refreshing and real, helping me realize this isn’t a dream as I move deeper inside of her.
Clare’s head tilts back, and her back arches up into me. “Not yet.” I haven’t given her permission.
She stares up at me, needy and fueled with desire. “Please.” Her voice is soft, raspy, and I swear she’s about to beg. The thought of her getting on her knees, begging to take me, to suck me and swallow every drop, flashes through my mind.
One fantasy at a time.
Her moan brings me back, her pleas as I pound into her, and her insides tighten and tremble.
I keep the tempo, not wanting to deprive her of anything. “Come for me,” I command. She’s on the edge, and I want to be the one taking her over, catching her when she falls into oblivion.