“I won’t.” She whispered back, tipping back her head and turning her mouth until it brushed against his jaw.
His hand returned, still teasing, but she was content for the moment to let it be, focusing instead on the sensation of his other hand gently fondling her breasts. They were still tender and she bit back a wince when his grip became firmer. She could feel his lips and breath, incongruously light against her neck and she tipped her head to give him access to her throat.
“Still tender?” Another hot whisper, another shiver.
She couldn’t bring herself to speak, but nodded breathlessly. He left off his caress, sliding his hand lower to rest over her stomach. She tensed, concerned that he might once again pull away. She needn’t have worried however, as his other hand made up for the loss by finally squeezing her sex, pressing his fingers into the furrow and teasing her entrance with delicious pressure. They slid upward, pausing to firmly grip and roll her sensitive nub.
“Tender here as well?” She could hear the wicked smile in his voice as she whimpered and bucked against him.
She opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a sharp cry of pleasure. It was almost too much, painful even, but she was loathe to stop him and would gleefully suffer worse. She bucked, hoping to impel him lower, closer to her center and that waiting, wanting emptiness. Despite her encouragement, he continued to pull cruelly on that captured pearl of flesh.
She groaned and grit her teeth. “Please..” she breathed.
“Please?”
“Inside…” She gasped, “I-I want you inside…”
He let out another of those chuckles of his… the kind that made her want to hit him and kiss him at the same time. “Is that really what an bad girl would say?”
“Yes, dammit!” She panted, thrusting her hips up to him.
“Your going to be a difficult student aren’t you.” He rumbled against her shoulder. She bucked again in response. But to no avail. He continued to waver between light caresses of her thighs and outer-folds, and gripping and tugging her clit, but never gave her the satisfaction she craved.
She grit her teeth and dug her fingers into the back of his neck to keep from grabbing his hand and putting it exactly where she wanted it herself. “Do something.” she groaned. “Stop teasing me!”
“Do what?”
“Oh for the love-fuck me already. Fuck me… with your fingers, your cock… I don’t care, just do something!” Her words devolved into a frustrated whimper as her hips jerked once more under his fingers.
He made a terrifying, shudder inducing sound… one that made her insides clench with pure, desperate need. “Much better.” He growled.
She pushed up her hips, spreading herself as widely as she could, and this time was rewarded with first one, than two thick fingers pressed inside of her. He moved slowly inside her, drawing and stretching her flesh around him, pressing deeply and lingering there.
“Stop me if I’m too rough.” His voice was harsh and tight.
She shook her head against his shoulder. “I wouldn’t stop you for the world.” She moaned, earning her a low laugh.
“I won’t stop… just…” His breath hitched slightly as she clenched down around his fingers and dropped a hand down behind her and between them to wrap around his cock. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He ground out as her hand squeezed him in sympathy with her body.
“Calliope…” He warned, when she didn’t respond, except to grip his cock more firmly. He began drawing his fingers from her.
“Alright! Fine,” she panted, “don’t stop… I’ll tell you… just don’t stop.”
He was laughing at her, she could feel it shudder through his chest. But his fingers didn’t stop, so she decided he could laugh all he wanted.
She tried to reward his acquiescence by stroking him in return, but the angle was awkward with him trapped behind her, so she simply limited her own efforts to the occasional encouraging squeeze. Eventually even that became too much to keep up as he quickened the pace.
And quickened still. She could feel herself building, and her breath came with difficulty.
Somehow managed to remember herself and caution him as his thrusting fingers became rough and jarring… bordering on that wonderful-strange cusp of pleasure-pain where he’d brought her so often before.
“Careful…” she gasped in warning, and sorry to have to do it. She could admit, to herself at least, that part of her took perverse delight in his rough handling of her body. Never really hurting her, not usually, but always a little too hard, a little too eager… demanding. It excited her.
She groaned in disappointment as his fingers left her once more. They came up to cup her chin, letting her feel her own wetness still on his fingers. And the scent of it… it only rouse her further. The fingers tipped her head back firmly and she twisted in his arms until his mouth found and roughly claimed hers. “Good girl.” He growled softly against her lips.
She let out a broken gasp of a laugh. Had he been testing her then? The bastard.
“I thought good wasn’t what we were aiming for.” She returned, still half panting with arousal as she did her best to taunt him back.
“True. Thank you for the reminder.” He patted her cheek and grinned in a way which made her rather nervous.
She let out an indecorous squeal as he took her by the waist and rose, hauling her across the room in a few long strides, only to deposit her stomach first on the bed. She had barely pulled herself onto her knees when his hands found and gripped the backs of her thighs and pulled them toward him, spreading her wide.
She melted under his hands as they ran from her shoulders to her hips, encompassing and gripping her- the dip of her waist, the rounds of her breasts, the length of her arms, the curve of her hip and thigh-filling his hands with her. Everywhere he touched tingled with excitement… as if her body had been clay, not brought to life until he’d traced its shape with those zealous fingers.
Her wits left her entirely when she felt his tongue join his hands and burn a broad trail up between her thighs and through the smooth furrow of her sex. She pressed into him as one of his large hands clapped over the globe of her ass, kneading it firmly in time with his wonderful, piercing tongue.