She stepped down into the bath, and stood over him, though just barely. The water was still hot, and the back of her mind told her she could probably use a bath herself but she doubted that was going to happen, not with that look in his eye. Another shiver ran up her spine.
He was just watching her now, his smile gone, his eyes tumultuous. She ran her fingers over his skin down his collarbone to his chest, just as she had touched herself.
“Your skin is a little rough.” She felt his lungs fill beneath her hand quickly. “I like that.” She added softly, watching her fingers and avoiding his eyes. Those burning golden amber eyes. “And your eyes make my skin burn.” She looked up then, to find him already giving her that soul melting stare. His jaw was tight and clenched, and she could see his body tensing, his arms and legs like twisted cords.
“Are you teasing me?” His voice was thick and low, and the vibrations ran up through her arm and into her own chest. It was hard to tell if he was angry or excited. Her eyes dipped into the water. Either way his body was the latter, and that was good enough for her. She leaned into him, pressing her naked thighs firmly between his.
“No.” She whispered huskily and pressed her mouth to his, feeling it part slightly for her as she teased his lips with the tip of her tongue.
He finally moved and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her down into his lap, supporting her weight easily on one massive thigh. His erection pressed up against her, and she parted her legs, pressing one against his stomach, allowing his hard cock to slide between. She ignored her natural embarrassment and shifted her hips, letting herself enjoy the hot pleasure of the silky head sliding up against her extremely wet sex, parting the lips with its pressure as it slid by. She moaned softly and appreciatively into his mouth. He growled lustily in response.
“You’re not cross with me are you?” She whispered against his lips.
He kissed her again, long and slow, making her body sag uselessly into him before answering. “Why do you keep thinking that?”
“Sometimes it’s hard to tell,” His mouth was working across her neck, nipping her ear “if you’re going to yell at me….” he bit lightly at her neck and she sighed, “or if you’re going to fuck me.” Hearing herself say that made her electric with excitement. His own breathy growl against her neck told her it had a similar effect on him.
“Granted I haven’t been given much time or reason… but how many times have I been angry with you?” His hands were pulling at her breasts, lightly thumbing the two small hard nipples.
“None?” she asked with another sigh.
“Correct.” He rewarded her with a pinch making her whimper into his mouth as he slid his tongue along hers in a slow luxurious manner. “And how many times have I fucked you?” She felt that delightful shiver again.
“I’d say it’s becoming something of a habit.” She pulled away and gave him a hot mischievous grin of her own.
“I think that’s about accurate. Also if I ever really do look like I want to yell at you, you can safely assume I’d still rather molest you.” She grinned at him and ran a hand over one rough cheek.
“So if I make you mad I should just lift my skirts and present, and all will be forgiven?” He laughed, stroking her back.
“I can guarantee it.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“Please do. I look forward to being angry with you.” He reached over and grabbed a cloth and began to rub her back, streaming the warm water over her shoulders. She tilted her head forward and closed her eyes leaning into his firm touch. He repaid her work, rubbing down her back and arms, before moving down her legs to her feet, squeezing gently. She groaned, and opened her eyes sleepily, smiling up at him. His hands worked back up her thighs just missing the apex and slid up over her stomach with the cloth, slowly massaging the undersides of her breasts. Her slow relaxed breathing deepened and quickened again.
He lifted her in his lap, repositioning her so that her back was to his stomach. His hard cock was pushed up between her thighs and pressed hotly along the parted lips, and rested against her abdomen. Abandoning the cloth, Thelios continued to caress her breasts, lifting them in his hands and thumbing the dusky colored buds at the tips. It was as if there was a direct line from her chest to her sex and every roll and pinch made her hips arch a little and the deepest parts of her throb until she was grinding in time with his hands, sliding along the shaft standing proudly between her legs.
The thick purplish head bounced lightly against her belly and she caressed it with her fingers, covering it with the slick moisture at the tip. She was flooded with thoughts of the last two nights, and watched the thick weapon throb against her with hungry, glazed eyes. How big it had been inside her, hurting her, stretching her until all of her ached. Yet, she thought, stroking him deliberately with her own slick sex, her whole body wanted nothing more than to arch her hips until she could push all of him inside her, letting it take her, possess her.
That thought vibrated through her, possessing her. It made her stomach tighten and back tense, wringing electric pulses through her limbs. Did she want to be owned? No, she never had… but that word, possessed, she shuddered again, was different. Somehow it meant something else. Possess me, she whispered in her head. His hands obeyed, pulling her roughly against him, hard into his chest, his fingers pulling at her sensitive nipples. She could feel the pressure building inside of her already, and she worked her hips needfully. She rolled the thought in her head, mouthing it silently, her eyes rolling as his mouth obeyed as well, claiming her neck and shoulders.
“Yes.” Her voice came out in a broken cry. He growled behind her with what sounded like frustration, and the rapid building of what she knew to be an imminent orgasm caused by the delicious friction of his cock rubbing against her was momentarily threatened. That is until his hands grabbed her hips, making her gasp in surprise, and lifted her high before forcing her back down onto his rigid cock.
He impaled her brutally, shoving the flared head up inside of her gracelessly. It pulled at her and rammed hard and painfully into the soft flesh, knocking the wind from her as it filled her. The startling suddenness of his thrust, and the sensation of her own torn body pulling greedily as it clamped down around its impaler made her shatter. Her body became uncontrollable and her sight was blinded with starry blackness. She roiled with sensation. All she could hear was the roaring of her blood in her ears. She shuddered convulsively in thrall of the intensity of her orgasm and gave herself over to it, going half limp in his arms.