Dorian lowers himself onto my back, his lips finding my ear and he continues his measured strokes. Grabbing each of my hands, he pins them down above my head, using the leverage to push himself even deeper. He gently takes my earlobe between his teeth to nibble and suck. Feeling his labored breath on the back of my neck, the heat of his body melding into mine, sends me over the edge. My moans intensify with every stroke, and Dorian feeds my hunger by delivering them faster and harder.
He begins to mutter something in my ear, so low I can’t even make out what he’s saying over the noise of my own harsh breaths. It’s foreign, and I assume he’s saying something in Greek. Oh my God! It’s incredibly erotic. He continues the chant in my ear, now rapidly pounding into me. One hand finds my hair, and he pulls, causing my head to bend back to him. His murmurs grow louder and harsher, as if he is urgently trying to convey something to me, and I know his own orgasm is on its way. I feel the familiar building inside of me, and I know this one will do me in for sure.
Dorian delivers one hard, deep thrust and then holds himself stiffly inside of me. He’s touching every pleasure point, pushing every one of my buttons. I can’t hold it any longer; I let myself explode and contract around him, crying out my intense satisfaction. Dorian pushes deeper still, emptying the contents of his lust into me, colliding with mine.
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“Shit!” I exclaim, still lying flat on my stomach. Dorian has eased off of me and is resting beside me, trying to find his breath.
“What’s wrong?” he breathes, sounding a bit alarmed though his voice is sluggish and sated.
“Dorian, we really need to use protection.” I am cursing myself for being so stupid yet again.
“I can’t impregnate you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says simply.
“I’m not. But there’s other stuff, you know.” I can’t even bring myself to say STDs. And what does Dorian mean he can’t impregnate me? Is he sterile?
“Top drawer of the nightstand to the right. There’s a piece of paper with a recent blood test. I knew I wanted to be with you without worry or barriers. I had it done last week. It’s yours.” Wow, he really thinks of everything. Not to mention, extremely confident in his methods of seduction.
“And what about me?”
“I’m not worried about you. I trust you. But if you want to have a test done as well, I can arrange it.”
“Thanks, but I can manage that myself.” I make a mental note to go to the clinic as soon as I get out of class tomorrow afternoon.
“How do you know you can trust me?” I say with a smirk. Oh, if Dorian only knew how untrustworthy I really am. I’m endangering his life every second I am here with him. Why can’t I just walk away and save us both the inevitable heartache and regret?
“Good judge of character,” Dorian says with a sexy half smile. It’s the last thing I see before I succumb to the sudden heaviness plaguing my tired eyelids.
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I jerk awake in pitch dark, my eyes darting around fiercely, looking for any sign of familiarity. Dorian’s bedroom. I’m alone and the room is completely silent and still. I sit up and feel around for my clothes. My foot hits a pile of crumpled linen. Dorian’s shirt. I slide it on and wrap it around my naked breasts before heading out of the room in search of my missing lover.
Dorian is standing at the grandiose glass doors that lead out to the large balcony. He’s wearing only his slacks, no underwear. I can tell they’re not fastened by the way his pants hang around the cut of his hips and the slope leading to his tight, hard backside. He’s holding a crystal glass containing a light brown liquid. He takes a sip and then leans his forearm against the pane of glass, looking out into the dark stillness of the night. I hold my breath, and tiptoe silently towards him. I don’t want to disturb him during his private moment but I am curious as to what has called him from the warmth of the bed and my arms.
“You should be asleep,” Dorian says aloud. Shit. I was sure to be quiet. I give up on tiptoeing and walk towards him.
“So should you,” I reply quietly, standing beside him.
I look up at Dorian’s weary, guarded eyes. Even in the dark, they sparkle. He gives me a rueful grin, unsuccessfully trying to mask whatever troubles him tonight. I want to reach out to him and comfort him but something is telling me not to.
“What do you see?” Dorian asks, nodding towards the window. He takes another swig of his drink and then offers me the glass. I take it in my hands and take a small sip. The strong liquid burns my throat, generating heat as it makes its way down. I hand it back to Dorian and he smirks arrogantly.