"No, Eva."
My postorgasmic haze faded at the harshness of his voice.
I levered up onto my elbows and watched him begin to strip, his moves quick and economically graceful.
"My choice," I reminded.
In short order he removed his vest, tie, and cuff links.
His voice was too even when he asked, "You really want to play that card, angel?" "If that's what it takes."
"It'll take more than that for me to hurt you deliberately."
His shirt and slacks followed more slowly, a striptease that was far more seductive than mine had been.
"For us, pain and pleasure are mutually exclusive."
"I didn't mean - " "I know what you meant."
He straightened from shoving his boxer briefs down, then knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled toward me like a sleek panther on the prowl.
"You ache without my c*ck inside you.
You'll say anything to have me there."
"Yes."
He hovered over me, his hair falling in a dark curtain around his face, his big body casting a shadow over mine.
Tilting his head, he lowered his mouth and lightly traced the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue.
"You crave it.
You feel empty without it."
"Yes, damn you."
I gripped his lean hips, arching upward to try to feel his body against mine.
I never felt closer to him than when we were making love, and I needed that closeness now, needed to feel like we were okay before we spent the weekend without each other.
He settled between my legs, his erection lying hard and hot between the lips of my sex.
"It hurts you a little when I push all the way in, and there's no help for that - you have a tight little cunt and I cram you full.
Sometimes I lose control and get rough, and there's no help for that, either.
But don't ever ask me to hurt you deliberately.
I can't."
"I want you," I breathed, rubbing my wet cleft shamelessly along the heated length of his cock.
"Not yet."
He moved, rolling his h*ps to find me with the broad head of his penis.
He pushed gently against me, parting me, spreading me open as he slipped just the tip inside.