As she drew around the second corner, he shifted on his stool. “I have to stand up. You understand.”
She glanced at his jeans. He was at a bad angle. She nodded.
His hips flexed.
“Lose the jeans,” she commanded.
His gaze flickered over her chest from one extended breast to the next. He folded off his pants.
Yes, he’d gone commando.
And he was a rigid line of pleasure waiting to happen. He wept from the tip. His breathing was still harsh, chugging along.
As she drew close, she lifted the tangerine from her breast and put it against his mouth. He groaned loud and long, leaning toward her but sucking hard at the fruit. The sight brought a strange rush of tears to her eyes. She reached low and touched his cock, stroking him very lightly just at the smooth round head.
Antony, she sent softly into his mind, did I tell you how much it meant to see you each night, to watch you pleasure yourself? To take tangerines into your mouth? It helped me to know you were real and you were there, that I wasn’t alone. You kept me sane.
He drew the tangerine from his lips. His breathing eased. His hips flexed and he pushed his c**k farther through the grip of her hand. “This is better.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
He caught a tear as it rolled down her cheek, then sucked the drop from his finger. He moved into her, his c**k folding up to fit against her abdomen. He slid his arms around her back trapping her arms low, then he kissed her, a tangerine-flavored kiss that knocked her senses flat.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and made her pulse throb with each thrust. Her arms drifted around his waist. She clung to his skin, pulling and kneading, even the ribbed scar tissue.
He left her mouth and kissed down her neck. When he licked over her vein pleasure shot through the well of her body, anticipating a hard strike of fangs. But he didn’t linger there. He moved lower, bending over and angling his head so that he could reach what she had offered by the refrigerator.
His tongue licked down her chest and moved to the tangerine nipple. He groaned all over again as he drew the tip into his mouth and began to suckle.
Her body tightened very low and began to pull inward with each suck of his mouth and lips. Her breathing transformed into soft pants, one after the other, until she was dizzy. She settled her hands on the top of his soft hair.
Her hips bucked at the sensation between her fingers, the pull of his mouth on her breast, and the responsive tugs between her legs.
“Antony,” she cried out. Frustration had her now. She needed more from him.
He drew back. His lips were red and swollen from suckling her, his eyes wild.
“Help me, Antony.” She slung an arm around his neck and kissed him.
He picked her up in his arms and cradled her against his chest. She pressed her face into his neck. She felt her fangs emerge and began to lick his throat. He moved her into the hallway that led in the direction of the pool and the guesthouse, but not very far. She thought maybe he meant to have her in the pool.
Instead he turned up the narrow spiraled staircase, holding her at a careful angle so that she didn’t scrape anything. He was almost too big for the space himself, but he managed it.
“The bed in the turret room is at a perfect height for what I want to do to you.”
She hissed and shivered. A low chuckle rippled from his throat. “I’m going to do you, Parisa. I’m going to do you over and over right against this bed. And you’ll be screaming.”
Her hips bucked against him. She needed to get her pants off. She needed him inside her.
In the turret he put his hand against her pants and folded them off. Cool air flowed over her skin.
He slid his fingers down the sides of her thong and she heard the lace ripping as he pulled it apart. But, oh, God, the sensation of him doing things to her made her ache deep inside her body.
He moved her backward step by step until the back of her legs hit the bed. He pushed her onto her back and followed. Her feet just touched the floor. He spread her legs wide and eased down onto her.
She hissed again and wriggled her hips.
“So anxious for me,” he whispered against her neck. He licked her throat, and her vein throbbed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered. She wanted him to strike.
Instead he rose up a little and began to push inside. She closed her eyes and breathed, savoring every inch of him as he pushed, drew back, pushed a little more, fitting himself carefully inside her.
“Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes … but faster.”
He chuckled again, very low. He kissed her eyelids. “I’d ask you to open your eyes and look at me, but I have something different in mind.”
Of course then she had to open her eyes. She looked at him. “What?”
“Open your voyeur’s window.”
“Why?”
He just smiled. A certain thought occurred to her, and a flush flowed up her face. Yes, she was embarrassed.
He leaned close. “You want to do it,” he whispered into her ear. Shivers chased over her neck and down her arms. “I know you do.”
“I do, but it’s so … naughty.”
“I want you to get as close as you can and watch me push into you. I want you to see. Believe me, if I could do it, I would. I’d love to watch this.”
Parisa couldn’t believe she was about to do this. Yes, she had voyeured Antony when he pleasured himself but somehow this felt different.
And yet …
She opened the window. The pain hit hard, but this time she pushed back at it until it seemed to fall out of her head. Then she raised her shields hard. She took a deep breath, but the pain didn’t return.
“You okay?” he asked. “I forgot about the headaches.”
She smiled. “I think it was a shield problem. I’m okay now.”
He nodded. “Good.” Then he pushed into her in a long silken glide. She was tight but very wet and she gasped before she could say, “You sure you want me to do this?”
“Only if you describe it to me.”
At that, she brought the window in close to Antony from behind. What a glorious sight, better than a mirror. Watching his bu**ocks flex over her at the same time she could feel what he was doing inside her doubled the sensation.
She clenched.
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted,” he whispered against her cheek. “What do you see?”
“You. Your backside rippling over me as you push inside.”
He groaned. “Get in closer. Really close.” He pulled out of her almost to her entrance, then hovered.