I found myself unable to meet his stare. Again flushing, I buried my face in his neck, speaking directly into his ear.
“We must be quick.” I held perfectly still, unsure of myself in a way that I never was. He held still as well, seeming to wait for my orders.
“I . . . please.” I felt those fingers squeeze me again, kneading my flesh, bringing nerve endings to life.
There was a brief moment in which I thought of how strange it was to feel nothing but desire. And then he slammed into me with all of the strength that was coiled into his muscles, and I could not think at all.
My back, still partially covered by the leather band covering my chest, hit the wooden side of the tub flat. I could feel the knot in the leather of my top and tried with one hand to release it.
I wanted to be skin to skin with Christus. I wanted to milk every little bit of sensation that I could from this encounter, because I knew that, once it was over, I could not afford to repeat it.
“No.” One large hand fisted in the front of the leather band, pulling until the knot released. The wet leather was flung over the side of the tub, and I heard it land with a wet slap on the floor beneath.
My nipples were hard as rocks and abraded his chest. I arched my back, offering them to him.
“Lilia.” Leaving me to hold on to him myself, he filled his palms with my breasts. They fit as if they had been made for his hands, and I found myself shamelessly pushing against him, wanting more.
“All right, then.” Feeling the curve of his lips against my neck, I pushed back against him as he stopped caressing the globes of flesh and instead began to pull at my nipples with his fingertips. He was not gentle, but I saw the way he watched my reaction.
He knew that I was not delicate—knew that I would not settle for being treated gently. I could take whatever he gave me, and in this short encounter, I wanted it all.
He pinched both nipples at once, tightly, and I could have screamed at the touch. Then he dropped his hands to clasp my hips, and settled into the business of seating himself inside of me as hard as he could, over and over again.
I was not accustomed to the sensations that were rolling through me. There was pleasure, and it was tightly twined with the edge of pain that came every time he hilted his huge erection inside of my much smaller pussy. I found the combination unbearably exciting, pushing back against him, taking him in until I thought that I might split in half.
Tension coiled inside of me, low in my belly, as he began to move faster. I found the wet slap of my back against the side of the tub highly erotic, and it added to the sensation of wanting . . . more. Of needing . . . something.
I squirmed, reaching for something, anything. My breath began to come in pants, and I felt the muscles of Christus’ thighs tense beneath me.
“Lilia. Hold on to me.” I pried my fingers from the edge of the tub and placed them on his shoulders instead. As soon as I gripped him, he insinuated one hand in between our bodies, sliding his palm down, over my torso and lower.
His thumb and forefinger found my clit, and rolled the nub of engorged flesh tightly.
“Fuck!” I uttered the expletive into his neck, trying to stay quiet, but I was too far gone to care. Bavarius could have come in right at that moment, and I would not have even noticed, so focused was I on the man between my thighs.
That same man took the hand not pulling at my clit and worked it down the other side of my body, tracing lightly over my spine until he reached the tender spot where the cleft that divided my ass began.
I stiffened, pulling away, which served only to move me closer to him in the front.
“I—I don’t like that.” My voice shook with sudden nerves. The only touching I had ever had in that area had been unwelcome and violent.
Christus stilled his hand, but did not remove it.
“I will stop if you truly want me to.” He continued to thrust inside of me, shallow movements that made my thighs tremble. “But I want only to bring you pleasure. Always to bring you pleasure. I’ll never bring you violence. You can trust me.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt several emotions warring inside of me. I had already stepped into the deep that night—why should I stop?
I did trust him. I did not know why, but I did.
Slowly, making sure that his fingers kept giving attention to the clit that was now screaming, I thrust my ass back into his touch. I felt his smile against my hair, and then he inserted a finger into my ass, just a slight bit, and rotated it slowly.
“Oh. Oh!” I felt so full, so . . . blissful. Strange as it was at first to be penetrated in both places, I soon found nothing but enjoyment, my nerves skittering about.
Oh. How would it end? How could it end? He would have his climax soon, this much I knew, and then my pleasure would stop. The thought made me want to scream. I felt as though I was waiting for something, something explosive, and surely I would die without it.