He held himself over her with his elbows to keep from crushing her and she could hear him panting harshly in the wake of his release. She glanced up at his face to find his eyes still closed.
She breathed a sigh a relief and turned her face away to wipe at an errant tear before he saw it. But it wasn’t her hand that wiped it away. She looked up at him to find him frowning back.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” His voice was rough, still horse with passion and exertion.
Calliope turned away and expelled a harsh breath, running the back of her hand against her eyes before swallowing hard and turning back to face him. He was still frowning… and for some reason, the combination of that frown, the tightness in her chest, the throbbing of her sex, and the feel of their slick bodies still pressed together even as his even slicker cock slowly softened and slid wetly from her as he pulled away… well it all seemed so strange and overwhelming to her just then that … she laughed.
Not hard or loudly, just a soft, gasping chuckle. His frown of concern turned to one of confusion, which didn’t help the bout of mirth, and she wiped the dampness from her eyes and took his face in her hands with a shaky smile.
“Woman, you’ve gone mad.” He rumbled softly.
Still laughing she nodded and pulled his face down to hers to plant a soft kiss on his parted lips. “Yes… it would seem that I have,” she murmured back. She sighed and shook her head with a pained expression. “I don’t know what came over me, I’m fine… I just…” She huffed out a sigh. What was wrong with her?
His expression cleared and he gave her a little smile of his own. “Are you going to get in a tizzy again and try to run off like the last time?” His smile twisted a little into a smirk.
She pushed at his shoulders lightly and smirked back when he didn’t budge in the slightest. “Doesn’t look like I’ll be able to. A vicious, fanged beast seems to be blocking my path.”
He sighed theatrically. The sight made her laugh in earnest. It was such an absurd thing, this huge, horned, and yes, fanged giant engaging in melodrama… and with her laughing watery eyed beneath him… completely absurd. Even without the sweating, sticky, and thoroughly sated bodies thrown into the mix.
“I suppose I’m stuck with an annoying, teary wench all over again.” His eyes rolled heaven ward as if praying for deliverance. “The gods give me strength.” He muttered. She slapped his chest, still laughing lowly.
“Get off me you brute.”
He laughed heartily and complied, rolling onto his back. She rose with a groan and was about to pull herself to her feet to clean herself up when his arm caught her about the waist and pulled her down on top of him. She wriggled to get free, but it was useless. There was no escaping that grip. Even one of his arms was enough to encase her waist and keep her pinned. She poked at the thick bicep which pressed against her ribs. Instead of giving, it flexed and crushed her tighter against him.
She scrunched her nose and pursed her lips at him in annoyance until his other hand came up and chucked her chin, and he slid the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. She softened against him and gave in with a sigh, propping herself up on his chest with one arm and adjusted so that she was leaning against him instead of sprawled across in every which way.
“You’re fine then, truly?” He wasn’t frowning but his expression was serious. She nodded and leaned froward to kiss him lightly.
“Yes. I’m fine. Really. I just…. I don’t know.” She shrugged embarrassed, but the arm around her waist kept her from turning or pulling away. “I guess I just got a little… emotional… or something” she added lamely. She hadn’t meant to say that, but the way he was looking at her.. well it just came out on its own. It felt strange saying that… but it felt like the truth as well, and an uncomfortable truth at that. She flushed and chuckled nervously. “I guess I’m just a little mad, as you said.” He stared at her with those intense fiery eyes and her stomach clenched as the silent seconds started to drag on.
To her relief his lips finally twitched into a smile. “Just my luck. Twenty girls to choose from and I get stuck with the crazy one,” he drawled, tightening his grip and pulling her a little closer.
She arched a brow at him, pleased that they had moved away from awkward admissions and back into the much safer and familiar realm of teasing one another. “Well Sir, you know what they say…”
“Hmmm… what is it they say?”
She closed a little more of the gap, until her she could feel his breath against her lips and fought to control her own twitching smirk. “If the dress fits…”
He laughed and his arm flexed around her again, squeezing briefly. He threaded a hand in her hair and tilted her face up to his so that he could see her eyes. He grinned and his eyes darkened, sending a shiver up her spine. “If the dress fits?” His brow arched suggestively and the shiver coalesced somewhere in the pit of her stomach and spread out into the rest of her in an all out shudder.
“Wear it?” She had meant it to be taunting and flippant, but her words came out as a tremulous whisper instead.
He let out that low purring growl which never failed to tie her stomach in knots and his fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back so that the length of her neck was exposed to the heat of his mouth.
“What a novel idea,” he rumbled in a low tone against the base of her throat, “I think I shall.” He released her hair only to pull her across his body and onto the skins beside him.
She managed to get out a broken “O-oh” of surprise and nothing more before finding herself on her back with her wrists over her head wrapped in one massive fist and the rest of her trapped under his equally massive body. His semi-hard cock rubbed against her thigh as he reached down and hitched her leg up against his hip, forcing her open beneath him. She managed another inarticulate stutter and glanced down between their bodies.
He leaned in and brushed the edge of her ear with his lips. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll wear it out?” Though he taunted her, his voice was hardly more than a deep growl. She wanted to respond with something clever, but she got stuck on “oh god” as he hooked her thigh over his forearm and thrust back inside of her swollen but still receptive channel. He paused, buried oh so deeply in her quivering, sensitive flesh, and leaned in again and pressed his mouth to her ear.
“I don’t think we can… but it gives us something to aim for, doesn’t it?”
He chuckled, but the soft sound was soon lost beneath her breathy cries.
“I have to go back again.”