"I'm going to pull your hair," she said.
That seemed like enough of an invitation to get rid of the panties. "Go for it," I replied, pushing her thighs apart and running my knuckles down the center of her. I already knew she was going to taste like heaven. The scent of her alone had me growling into the silky smooth of her leg, teeth bared. "Strangle me for all I care. If I die, I die."
A laugh rolled out of her, a sound I couldn't remember ever hearing before. I found myself smiling up at her while I sucked on her thigh and pet her pussy. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We weren't supposed to stop and grin at each other. We were supposed to hate each other, to resent each other, to cut each other down at every turn—and that was all the reminder I needed that no one was thinking right now. There was no way in hell we'd come out of this any better than we went in. Odds were high it would be much, much worse but I really needed to feel her clit on my tongue so I didn't care about the impending misery. I did not care.
I shoved both hands under her ass and dragged her to the edge of the bed, just where I wanted her. She yelped and flailed a bit, but it wasn't like I was going to let her fall off the bed so I bit the inside of her thigh to quiet her down. It was a logical solution to me although—
"Did you just bite me?"
I swept my tongue over her clit because I meant what I said about the conversation being finished. My cock didn't have the patience for this and frankly, neither did I. "Yes. Enough talking from you. Can't you see I'm busy?"
I hooked her knee over my shoulder and pushed two fingers inside her. She was wet like I couldn't believe and I didn't want to love how incredible she felt. Her clit throbbed against my tongue and that almost did me in. I wasn't above admitting it. I mean, I didn't have to like her to nearly blow it because I made her clit happy.
There was a minute where all I did was lick that sweet pearl and rub her pussy while Sara shook and groaned against me. She had her bottom lip snared between her teeth, her hands busy balling the bed linens. But then she sat up, half her hair falling from its tie and her lips pink and swollen, and she said, "I can't take this anymore."
In the time it took me to peel my mouth off her body, she reached for my shirt, slipped her fingers between the placket, and tore it the fuck open. Buttons pinged off the walls, the furniture. I didn't know what was going on until she fisted her hands around the remains of my shirt and jerked me up to her mouth. She kissed me like she was drowning and needed the air.
"I can't, I can't," she whispered against my lips. "I can't wait."
"Why didn't you say so?"
"Because you had this whole speech about licking my clit and it sounded really great—damn you for that, by the way—but I can only come once and it's never very good when it's oral and—"
"That's enough." I pushed her back down to the bed. I shrugged out of the shirt, brought my hands to my belt. Had to focus on one thing at a time or else I'd jog back to the whole it's never very good when it's oral and I can only come once business and disprove some hypotheses. No need to threaten me with all these good times. "Where do screech owls keep their condoms?"
She pointed to the blue bureau beside her bed. I flung it open, sifted through the nonsense there. Prescription bottles, lotion bottles, a million hair scrunchies. Then, way in the back, an unopened box of condoms.
My cold, shriveled heart gave a stupid kick at that. Goddamn caveman brain.
I dropped my pants, brought a knee to the mattress, rolled down the condom.
"That's just unfair," she whined with a dismissive wave to my cock. "You don't deserve all that."
"Maybe I don't but you get to use it, so we're even." That I was standing here and staring down at her while I stroked my cock rather than blacked out and balls deep was remarkable. I didn't know who I was right now or how I got so fucking smooth but here we were. "Let's get you where you need to go before you rip my spine out, shall we?"
"Assuming you know how to use that thing, yeah." Her hair was a god-awful mess and I kinda loved it. Wanted to pull it just to see if she'd scream. Wanted to scoop it all up and hold it back while she swallowed my cock. I wanted everything, which seemed like a terrible idea. "I still hate you."
"Trust me, I know." I settled between her thighs. She was so pale next to me that I had to press a hand to her leg just to admire the difference. She was raw silk to my sunbaked leather. "You're the fucking worst."
She reached for me as I notched myself at her opening, ran her hand down my chest and slipped her fingers through the dark trail there. I almost died from that whispered exploration. I was prepared for her to rip my hair out and keep it as a trophy but I wasn't prepared for her to be gentle. "You should know this is completely insane. You're not allowed to look like this."
"Why not?"
I didn't have it in me to take it any slower even though slow was the only way to go for several reasons. First, I intended to work my ass off at getting her there twice because I didn't walk away from challenges. Second, and most importantly, this had to blow her mind. She could holler at me about staples and whatever the fuck else she wanted but she wasn't going to holler at me about lasting for two minutes and passing out on top of her, even if her pussy was forged from demon magic.
We groaned together as I pushed inside her. There was nothing better, not a goddamn thing better than that first clasp. I dropped a hand beside her shoulder, settled the other on her hip. I leaned down, brushed a kiss over her lips once I was fully seated between her thighs. "Why not?" I repeated.
She shifted beneath me, brought her knees up to my waist as she linked her arms around my neck. I didn't think I could get any deeper but her pussy proved me wrong. "Because you're supposed to be hideous under your clothes, not some slab of carved freaking granite. And you're tan and golden everywhere. It's obnoxious. No one with your personality should be this hot and endowed. Shouldn't be allowed."
My hips started rolling, bucking against her, and it took me a few seconds but I quickly realized we fit each other in the best ways. Sara was petite but she had these wide, gorgeous hips that held me tight and close. She was soft like I couldn't believe, like she was made for all the hard I had to give. Her waist was nipped just enough for my hands to span the distance between the flare of her hips and the underside of her breasts. Her tits filled the cup of my palm. And her cunt…well, that would be the end of me. "Fuck, you're not allowed to feel like this. Jesus, why? Why can't you be cold and toothy?"
"Toothy?"
She arched back, her chin pointed at the ceiling, lips parted. I wanted to lick her neck and I didn't even know what that was about. Nothing made sense anymore. All that existed was the rock of her body against mine and the hot, dizzy gathering of sensation down my spine. It started at the place where her fingers pressed into the nape of my neck and ended where I pressed into her. That was it. That was everything.
"Yeah, you seem like the kind of woman who'd own a pussy that would just bite a dick clear off," I said. She pushed a hand through my hair. My eyes rolled back in my head. I felt that hand everywhere. "Apparently, you're not the hunter I'd expected."