I needed to make sure you were safe.
She touched his jaw, whispered his name, and raised her head to kiss him. As he opened his mouth to her, desire asserted itself within Jo. It made her want to be assertive too. They could either lie there and whisper sweet nothings to each other, or they could get the hell on with it. Her vote was for the latter option.
She dropped her vibrator onto the nightstand and rotated in his arms until they were face to face. Taking his cock in her hand, she began to caress him, even as she continued to press forward. She gave him no choice but to roll onto his back. He breathed out a curse as she got to her knees and straddled his thighs. With steady strokes on his cock, Jo coasted her free hand down Felix’s abs. She raked her nails over his skin the way he liked and listened to his sharp hiss. He arched his back.
“Jo, God, again.” He grabbed the hand she had on his dick and moved it to his chest. “Harder. Hard.”
With both hands now, she clawed him, harder than she’d ever touched him before, hard enough to leave marks. Felix cried out and scrunched his eyes closed, glorious agony in every line and crease on his face. His cock twitched and leaked pre-come, without her even touching it. His hand flew to his head, making a fist in his hair. Jo watched his every reaction, wide-eyed, fascinated.
“Do that while you fuck me,” he begged.
She would do almost anything he wanted if it made him feel that good. Her blood was singing in her veins, thrilling at the sight of Felix completely at her mercy. The stark white lines on his skin had already turned a vivid pink.
She couldn’t resist teasing him. Just once more. “I guess I wasn’t giving you everything you need after all, hmm? Ask me to my face, gorgeous. Tell me what you need.”
“Unh, God,” Felix complained. His eyes flew open. The depraved longing Jo saw there was so blatant, so indecent, she blushed. But she held his gaze, caressing his stomach with her palms.
“Please, Jo.” His voice broke over her name. “Please. You ride me so well. Fuck me and scratch my chest. Hard. Mark me as yours. You know I already am.”
“There,” she said. She had to draw on all her acting experience from MnM to make her voice light and playful. It was nearly impossible when her entire body was shaking with desire. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Please.”
Jo got the condom on him as fast as she could. He moaned when she rolled it on and again when she lowered herself onto him. She rode him and dragged her nails across his pecs, over and over, until he was shuddering. His fist in his hair tightened, and the other one clamped around Jo’s arm, just above her elbow. Anchoring to her without restricting her movement.
“More, more, more.”
It wasn’t long ago that Jo had first dreamt of riding Felix, but never in her wildest imagination was it like this. Her eyes fell on the nightstand, and an idea wilder still sprang to mind. She lunged for her vibrator.
“You want more, my gorgeous man?” She buried her nails in his chest as she sank the vibrator between her labia, pressing it firmly just below her clit. She waited until Felix raised his head, waited long enough for him to stop her if he wanted to.
His mouth fell open, and he whispered, “Holy shit.” His gaze darted between her hand and her face.
Jo cocked her head and smiled.
“Do it.”
She turned it on, and they both contorted in ecstasy.
“Fuck. Fuck, I feel it,” Felix panted. “I can feel it.”
“Can I turn it up?”
“Ye-yes.”
She clicked it to her favorite setting and tossed her head back. Drowning in pleasure, she pounded their bodies together, flesh slapping against flesh. Her hand on his chest jerked into motion, all the way down to his stomach and back up again. Felix howled so loudly Jo was sure her neighbors heard it. Hell, half of Ashville probably heard it.
Her orgasm ramped up so fast it took her by surprise. She gasped as her whole body lurched forward. Her cunt clenched around Felix’s cock. He screamed her name, his hips driving upward as he came along with her. Jo grinded into him and gave him another scratch, pulling her arm down, hard, in one long stroke.
A guttural sound came out of him as he collapsed against the mattress. Jo’s orgasm lasted a second or two longer than his, and he grunted as her pussy spasmed one final time. She switched off the vibrator, lifted off of Felix, and tumbled down next to him, utterly spent.
“Jesus,” she sighed.
“Yeah.” There was a long pause while they both caught their breath. “Have I told you lately how much I love the way your mind works?”
A giggle bubbled up out of her. “Tell me again.”
He cupped her cheek and smiled. “I love the way your mind works.”
Jo reached out and rested her hand on his chest. It was warm and flushed, with raised lines crisscrossing over it. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he said. “You were perfect, my Jo. You are perfect.”
Even as his praise washed over her, a pleasure as rich as her orgasm, Jo chewed on her lip. She ran her palm over him, soothing the places she’d scratched to hell. “Can I check anyway? If I made you bleed, we should put something on it.”
Felix’s expression went soft. He nodded. “Let me take care of the condom first.”
“Washcloths in the top drawer,” she told him with a kiss.
Later, in the quiet darkness of Jo’s bedroom, Felix skated his fingers along her upper arm. They lay with their foreheads inches apart, and he listened to her breathe. Her eyes were closed. His were wide open.
His heart thudded beneath the adhesive bandage she’d insisted on putting on him. One tiny nick in his skin from the corner of her nail, and she’d treated it with all the seriousness of applying a tourniquet. Her fingers had been gentle and dexterous as she’d dabbed antiseptic on him and covered the cut with the bandage. Then she had leaned in and kissed it. She didn’t apologize, which he was grateful for. He didn’t want to have to remind her that she didn’t need to. He’d asked for it, and he’d loved it. He wanted her to do it again (and again and again) and didn’t want her to feel guilty about it. But there was no apology. She just took care of him, made sure he was safe.
Felix hadn’t planned on telling her. They’d only been together for a week, for fuck’s sake. It was ludicrous, the way he felt. She almost certainly didn’t feel the same way about him.
But then she’d kissed his cut. She’d kissed his cut and chosen not to apologize for giving him what he wanted and gazed up at him with a protective tenderness that Felix had never seen in a woman’s eyes before. And suddenly nothing else mattered. It didn’t matter that it had only been a week. It didn’t matter that sometimes she was still anxious about being herself around him or that he saw uncertainty in her eyes when she thought she talked about MnM too much.
