I wanted this man, despite the fear and coercion. I wanted to feel his warm skin against my breasts, feel him inside me. I wanted his mouth all over me, kissing me, tasting me. Good luck with that, I thought, disgruntled.
What do you want? I said, suddenly angry at his lack of interest.
What do you mean?
Clearly youre expecting to be serviced, and despite your insistence that Im a whore, I dont
have any idea how to go about it. Is there anything special you require?
His eyes narrowed as he watched me. What are you offering?
Do you want me to perform oral sex? I didnt stumble over the words. Id tried it once with Rolf, in an effort to stimulate him, but neither of us had liked it very much. I gather it can be effective in getting someone aroused.
Im aroused.
I blinked. Then what do you want?
Its up to you.
Crap. If it was up to me, Id run my tongue up his chest andno, I couldnt do that. Instead I leaned over and pressed my lips against his, briefly, then drew back. No reaction. Just those vivid blue eyes, watching me. Okay. I was going to have to do a better job of it. I got up on my knees, placed my hands on the smooth, hard skin of his shoulders, and kissed him again, softening my lips against his firm, unyielding ones, then pulled back. What was the problem? Hed kissed me yesterday, kissed me more thoroughly than Id ever been kissed before.
His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly touched my face, pushing my hair away from the narrow cut. How did that happen?
Your friend Enoch, I said, trying to sound offhand.
Not my friend. There was a look on his face, one that I might have thought was dangerous. Does it hurt?
I shrugged, clinging to the towel. Its okay. It bled a bit, but I think its stopped. Its just lucky I ducked.
Lucky for Enoch, he said in a grim voice. His hand felt almost gentle on my face, like the whisper of a caress. And then he dropped it. Take off the towel.
Okay, I could do that. I would have to sooner or later. I reached for the knot between my breasts and hesitated.
He caught my hand, pulled it away, and yanked the towel off before I realized what he was doing. I was kneeling stark naked on the bed, feeling horribly exposed. I wasnt used to this. I fought the temptation to try to cover myself, but I felt my skin heat with embarrassment.
He wasnt looking at my body, he was looking at my face. Are you blushing?
No, I mumbled. I dipped my head, not wanting to meet his gaze. I would have pushed the hair away from my face, but that would have required movement, and I figured if I stayed very still
The feel of his hand on my face once again was a shock. It was surprisingly gentle, sliding against my cheek and into my hair, his thumb brushing across my lips, and I shot a tentative glance at him. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled me toward him, bringing my mouth against his, kissing me with great sweetness, such sweetness that I wanted to cry. If only I could.
He pulled me closer so that my breasts pressed against his firmly muscled chest, and I felt my nipples harden, suddenly pinched and sensitive. His hands slid up my naked back, drawing me closer still as his lips moved down my jaw, the side of my neck, and he breathed in deeply, as if he were inhaling the scent of my skin. His mouth opened against the vein throbbing at the base of my neck, his tongue tasting me, and I heard a distant groan that must have come from me.
I felt his teeth then, a small bite against my skin, barely painful, and my muffled arousal was suddenly full-force, sweeping over my body. I put my hands on him, on his damp, silky hair, pressing him against me. The room wasnt dark the way I wanted, but it didnt matter. It was all right to want him, all right to feel overwhelming desire. There were no witnesses, and he didnt care what I was feeling. We were doing this, it was out of my control, and his mouth was wonderful against me.
I had a sudden, strange fantasy: I wanted his teeth to break the skin, to lick the blood from me like some old-school vampire. But he moved his mouth downward, his hands encircling my waist, and with seemingly no effort he pulled me over him, lifting me up, and his tongue touched my breast.
Oh, God, I whispered as he licked me gently, carefully, teasing me until I wanted to scream at him. And then his mouth fastened on me with such deep, drawing hunger that I felt a hot spasm between my legs and, straddling him, pressed my naked body against his. He hadnt lied. He was most definitely aroused, and I rocked against him instinctively, feeling him against my sensitive flesh.
I was overwhelmed by sensation. At first everything seemed centered on the slow, deliberate pull of his mouth at my breast as his long fingers cupped the other one, teasing the nipple as he sucked. But the hardness between my legs as I straddled him was equally astonishing, and I wanted more. I wanted complete possession, and I felt helpless, unsure what to do about it.
I slid my hands down to the fastening of his jeans, wanting to tear them off him, but he let out a little hiss of pain as I inadvertently hurt him. I yanked my hands away. He caught them and put them back again,