The Science of Loving (21 page)

Just about to chicken out, he settled between my thighs, radiating heat over my cooling skin. “Now what was I doing earlier when you refused to behave? Ahhh, yes, I remember; I was admiring these beauties.” He tweaked my nipple, startling a gasp from me. “I think it’s time crazy nympho girl came out and play,” he said villainously.

He rubbed his nose down my sternum, breathing kisses between my breasts, his abs flexing against intimate places as fingertips floated across my flesh, delivering feathery frustrating touches. “So beautiful. You want more?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I just bet you do.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll get it, don’t you worry, but first I’m gonna drive you crazy.” His lips followed his hand skimming down my stomach, up my thigh then back to my breasts. “I want you thinking about me going down on you while I suck on your tits. I wonder how many times I can make you come before I fuck you senseless.”
Sweet Mary, Mother of God, he’s Satan.

I squirmed against the duct tape holding me firmly in place as he kneaded my breasts. His mouth closed over a nipple and he suckled strongly, pressing and massaging the tip against the roof of his mouth. Then he shifted the assault to the other one, his stubble abrading my skin. A lick… A squeeze… Then a hot, hard suck. His tongue probed and my groin throbbed
—oh, God
—this was not the perfunctory foreplay I was accustom to. There was nothing polite or indifferent about the hot mouth and bruising fingers savaging me while I twisted helplessly in my shackles.

“That’s right baby, struggle, try and get away.”

He kissed his way down my body, his shoulders pushing my thighs wider. Then I felt him breathe between my legs. “You thinking about how it’s gonna feel when I put my mouth on you? I bet you’ll melt on my tongue. How do you like it? Long, flat, firm strokes? Or fast little flicks on your clit? Or lazy circles? Answer me babe.” He nipped at my mons. “How do you like to be tasted?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well then, I guess we’ll have to try a little of everything so you can make an informed decision.” Although his words were equitable, his tone had a sinister twist. He disappeared from between my thighs—
Nooo, come back—
then he was pressing something soft against me.

“Lift up sweetness.” He stuffed a couple pillows under me, crudely serving up my privates. “That’s better. You look so pretty, like a flower.”

Something combed through my pubic hair—his fingers. He was petting me, playing with my curls, unpredictably grazing my swollen clit, winding my anticipation tighter and tighter. It was a sweet torture that had me pulsing even as it stirred fearful wonder
—how long would he tease me like this? What if he decided to do this all night?

“I could design a multitude of monuments based on this.”

“Mat?”
Was that me moaning like a porn star?

“Yeah baby?” Blunt fingers parted my folds, holding me open.

What was I going to ask him?
I shook my head as a finger slipped up from the bottom, drawing slick, swirling designs around the edges of my sex while my center roared with angry need, my hips unconsciously rising whenever it strayed near. Then he was gone.
God, again? What now?

I waited uneasily, my ears straining for a hint of what he was up to. Frustration, then the unsettling sound of tearing cloth made me so edgy the restraints were the only thing that kept me from flying off the mattress when he returned. He wrapped more bands around my thighs and shackled them to my ankles, chaining my hips down.

“I want you still,” he said, his lupine, rumble threaded with heat. Then he resumed tormenting me. Stroking and teasing, bringing me back to the edge of orgasm, but no further. “Are you ready for me to taste you now?” There was malicious glee tinging his voice.

“Please.”
Oh, please… please…
It was little more than a moan as I begged for more.

“No, I don’t think so.” He pushed one long digit slowly inside me then pulled it out just as slow. “I’m just not sensing enough urgency from you,” he said, slowly penetrating me over and over, first one, than two fingers driving in and out. “Convince me.”

Sensing urgency? What the hell?
“Please, Mat?”

“Please what, sweetness. What do you need?” He twisted his fingers around curving them upward.
Oh, God, that’s good
.

“Please taste me. Oh God, Mat, please.”

The first brush of his tongue ripped an inarticulate cry from me. “Shit! Shhhh… Angie—Baby, you’re going to wake the entire camp. Do you want me to stop?”

No, no, no… Don’t you dare stop.
I shook my head.

He chuckled darkly. “Then be quiet and let me eat in peace.”

His fingers continued gliding in and out over that magical spot I’d only heard about, until last night as the warm swipe of his tongue made my jaw clench, followed by another, then another. His tongue gradually becoming more focused. Finally swirling and flicking my clit as his fingers plunged faster, harder, feeding something inside me—something big. My heels dug into the mattress and my thighs shook. His tongue sped faster, his palm slapping rhythmically against my core. I exploded against his mouth as his fingers plunged on delivering excruciating sensation—too much—
oh, God, stop
. He didn't stop, and the restraints rendered my attempts to escape ineffectual. Then I seized as another orgasm rode on the heels of the last—
can multiple orgasms give you epilepsy?

I was a quaking mess by the time he finally relented. “Shhhhh… baby I got you.” The mattress jerked and huffed. After a couple sharp tugs, my legs flopped rag-doll limp, and I floated numbly as he stretched them out and messaged them, before wrapping himself around me.

“Talk to me Angie, you all right?”

“I think I broke a tooth.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He chuckled, pulling off my blind fold, “That was crazy. I can’t wait to do it again.”
He’s going to kill me. Worst survival skills ever.

That was intense. She’d come so hard, she shattered—
Yeah, I’m a fucking god—
I had her nestled under my chin as we spooned. She was soft, smelling like sex and shampoo. So completely open, I was filled with wonder. Her brain came back on line far too soon, tension chasing away her post-coital slackness.

“You’re awfully quiet sweetness. Have you lost all respect for me now that you’ve turned me into your love slave?”

“Slave, right. That’s why I’m the one in manacles.” She huffed, waving a banded wrist over her head.

“And you look mighty fetching in them too.” I captured her hand, kissing it before tucking it against her middle, pulling her closer. “Now, you still haven’t answered my question. Are you going to kick me to the curb now that you’ve had your wicked way with me?”

Silence…

“Talk to me,” I growled.

Nothing…
Shit, time to bring out the big guns.

Fisting her hair, I pulled her head back, gently clamping my teeth over her vulnerable throat making her breath hitch
—that’s right sweetness; you’re mine and I’m not done with you, not by a long shot
—When she went slack I knew I’d won. I smoothed a kiss over my bite waiting for her to answer.

“Me, kick you to the curb? I think you’ve got that backwards. Guys like you don’t keep girls like me.”
She’s worried I’m gonna dump her?

“What the fuck do you mean ‘Guys like me?’” She squirmed, trying to put distance between us
—not happening
—I threw a restraining leg over her as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I don’t know… It’s just— It’s just that you’re so— You’re like my Mom.”
What the hell?
“You’re like this black hole, attracting everyone that comes near. People are drawn to you because everything about you is heroic—like Achilles, or Hercules. You’re the man every guy wants to be; the hero every woman fantasizes about—hell, you can’t get a cup of coffee without the waitress showing you her tits.”

“So you fantasize about me?”

“Out of all that, that’s what got your attention?” Disbelief shone from her eyes.
Well, at least she stopped crying
.

“Hey, guy… You can’t go tossing around words like fantasize and tits in the same breath and not expect my brain to head south. And by the way, I find the whole comparison to your mother, just wrong.” There was that smile. “And by girls like you, you mean?” And… the smile’s gone
—that’s right honey, nice try, but I’m not so easily distracted.

“A freak.”
Motherfucker—
I wanted to kill every asshole who’d done a number on her self-confidence.

“Yeah, we did get our freak on, didn’t we.”
You can blush all you want, but there’s a lot more kink in you than you’re willing to admit.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” I quirked an eyebrow, and waited for her to continue. “Fine.”

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. “I’m an outlier. My brain falls so far outside the bell curve I might as well be a different species. I communicate poorly; I’m clumsy, socially inept, timid, plain…” Tears trickled out of the corners of her eyes, her voice thickening, winding down to a whisper in a way that just killed me. “And I’ll never be normal.”

“You finished?” She nodded, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. “Let’s see now—I’m not xenophobic, so the species thing? Not a problem (kiss.) You seem to be communicating just fine (kiss.) Your clumsiness is endearing (kiss.) It gives me an excuse to touch you (kiss.) You’re not socially inept; you’re scared (kiss.) You’re only timid when you don’t feel safe—trust me; there was nothing timid about that girl coming on my tongue a little while ago (kiss… kiss… Kiss.) You’re beautiful, and I’ll keep telling you that until you’re a believer (kiss.) And what’s normal? Normal’s just another word for mediocre. Why would I settled for mediocre when fate hands me exceptional?”

I consumed her salty tears with open-mouthed kisses, touching her tenderly. I worshiped her with my hands and mouth, growing hard as I ate her gasps and little high-pitched moans. And when she lightly raked her nails over my scalp, I made a few noises of my own.

“I’d really like to make love to you now, if you think you’re up to it.”
That’s right, sweetness; feel me. This is the truth; my body doesn’t lie.

I felt her smile against my shoulder. “I don’t know; you made some tall promises last night—I believe begging was mentioned. I also seem to recall something about fucking me hard.” I’d like to think it was my awesome loving that caused the unsteadiness in her voice, rather than left over tears.

“True, and if recollection serves me, you already did a fair amount of begging when I was fucking you with my tongue.” I couldn't help preening. “And yes, I fully intend to fuck you so thoroughly that you’re ruined for any other guy. But I just want to love you first.”

“Okay,” she whispered then raked her claws down my torso, making me shudder when I stretched above her, fumbling for a condom.

“So, it’s like that is it,” I said, looking down at her grinning face, pinning her hands above her head. “Behave little girl, or you’ll find yourself back in shackles.” She looked back guilelessly
—oh sweetheart, you’re heading for a world of trouble if you keep that up.

I sat back, admiring the wonder lying before me as I rolled the latex down my cock. Watching her eyes darkened, glittering with lust—watching her watch me touch myself was so fucking hot—her lips were kiss swollen, and her nipples sat like tight dusky berries atop her breasts, and finally her thighs, so beautifully pale against my darker skin.

I grabbed her waist, sliding her hips into me then settled over her, trapping my cock between us, pressed against my belly. I tangled my fingers in her curls as I hooked an arm under her knee opening her up so I could slide the underside of my cock through her growing slickness. I loved watching her face as I ground against her.

I pushed into her heat. She was drenched and swollen, her arousal making her so tight that I had to use short shallow thrusts, slowly working into her an inch at a time. She gradually stretched to accommodate me, her sex spasming as her body fought then embraced my intrusion. God, she felt so fucking good. When our pelvises finally met, I was dripping with sweat. All I needed was one thrust, one rake of her nails, one bite and I’d be finished.
Please… Please don’t move baby, not yet.

I rested my forehead against hers, dragging in ragged breaths, trying to regain some semblance of control before I came like some adolescent schoolboy—
oh, sweetness, what you do to me.

“God, Angie, you feel so fucking good. You okay?”

“Yeah.” She shifted her hips restlessly.
No… No… Oh, God baby please hold still, just give me a minute.

I pushed down, pinning her with my cock as I stalled. “Yeah? That super brain of yours and ‘yeah’ is the best you can do?”

“Yeah.” The corners of her mouth twitched as she fought not to smile
—oh, sweetness, it’s on now. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be saying a whole lot more than ‘yeah.'