“I know you do,” he says behind me. “I can see it. Your pussy is all swollen and pink. And so fucking wet.”
“Then fuck me.”
“I want to play with you just a little longer.” His hands press against my cleft, pushing outward, forcing my legs farther apart. “I love looking at your cunt.”
My clit quivers, and I press down on the mattress, needing the pressure.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” He slips his hand underneath me, my sex now against his palm. “If you feel the need to fuck something, you fuck me. Whether it’s my hand, my thigh, my face, or my cock. You don’t fuck anything else.”
My legs are spread impossibly wide, and when he slowly sinks a finger into my hole, I moan, fisting the sheets tighter, pushing my hips down, and grinding my pubic bone against his palm. The sensation is indescribable. Every inch of my body is hypersensitive to the subtlest touch. Even my hair slipping down my shoulder, brushing along my collarbone, is intense, his finger easing out and back into me.
“I’ve missed you,” he growls behind me. “I’ve missed your body, your moans.”
“And yet you choose to drag this out when you could be fucking me senseless right now.”
“I’m not dragging it out. I’m savoring.” He moans when he sinks a second finger into me as if he can feel the pleasure it gives me. “Your pussy is so warm and tight, baby.”
I continue to rock myself against his palm. “You’re torturing me.” My hips flex, and I push down, taking his fingers deeper, spreading my pussy wider. “Please, Alexius. I need you so much it hurts.”
He moves to hover over me, the tip of his cock brushing along the crease of my ass as he leans down, placing delicate kisses all along my spine, his tongue painting my skin with delicate strokes. “I love the way your skin tastes and how you shiver whenever I touch you.” His fingers continue their slow rhythm, and I’m sinking into mindless oblivion where nothing but his touch matters.
Abruptly, his fingers pull out of me, removing his hand from under me, leaving me empty and aching. “Beg,” he commands, settling his arms on either side of my waist, towering over me, the head of his dick nudging at my entrance. “Beg for my cock.”
“Alexius, please.” I’m drowning. I’m suffocating. “I need you inside me.”
He keeps his cock at my entrance, placing more kisses on my back. “Why?”
“Because I need you.”
“Why?”
“God, Alexius. Please.”
“Why do you need me?”
My body is in so much agony. It’s like I’m being torn apart simply by not having him. “Because I love you.”
“Why else?” He peppers soft kisses along my shoulder blades.
“Jesus,” I moan, trying to push down so I can take him inside me, but he merely rears back, denying me.
“Why else?”
I fist my hands, tears burning my eyes, every bone aching. “Because it fucking hurts if I don’t have you.”
He enters me with one swift slide of his cock, and I twist underneath him, moaning as he stretches me. “It hurts me, too, when I don’t have you, stray,” he whispers against the back of my ear. “That’s how I felt every single minute you hated me.”
“I never hated you.”
“That’s what it felt like to me.” He flexes, pulling out and sinking back into me.
“But I didn’t,” I breathe out.
“Just like I never thought of you as a possession.”
“It felt like you did.”
He moves, balancing on his arms, kissing gently behind my ear, and rasps, “But I didn’t.”