even know it.”
“How am I hurting you, baby?”
“By treating me like I can’t want you.” One of her hands slowly descended his body, fingertips finding and exploring his nipple, then his abs, moving to his hip, and finally arriving at the base of his cock. After several soft, grazing touches, those fingers wrapped around his girth with a firm grip. It felt so good he gritted his teeth but couldn’t stay still, flexing his hips to rock into her touch. She gained confidence and glided her fingers and palm up his shaft, stroking to the tip, where she made a little noise of pleasure when she found him leaking precum. She took her time, gathering up the silky fluid and spreading it around the sensitive head, toying with the bundle of nerves underneath the rim. “This doesn’t hurt me, Bane.” A long stroke, tip to root, then back again slowly, teasing fingertips playing with his slit. “This is something I want.”
“You want this, baby?” Her head rocked against him in a nod. “You can have me anytime you want me.”
She pressed a kiss against his chest, and he cradled the back of her head, guiding her lips to where she could play with one of his nipples. He hissed when she wrapped her lips around and sucked lightly, the scrape of her teeth exactly what he liked most.
Stepping closer, Myrt pressed against him, both hands folding around and stroking his length, exploring farther, fingertips grazing his sack. He widened his stance, and she looked up at him as she moved to his other nipple. Pupils fully blown, she showed only the tiniest ring of color around the dark centers. Her lips were ruby red and shiny, pursing slightly as she latched on and sucked harder than she had before. Her lids dipped closed as she appeared to give herself over to experiencing him in this way. Myrt’s hot palm cradled his balls, gently rolling and tugging as her other hand increased speed, pulling and stroking faster.
Bane kept his eyes on what he could see of her face, focused on the smoothness of her brow, the lift of her cheeks, everything that told him she was doing exactly what she wanted right now. “Damn, baby. Got all kinds of surprises for me, seems like. Lovin’ this, watching you take what you want. I want your mouth, Myrt.” She disengaged and sagged, and he realized she’d misunderstood him. “Not on my dick, darlin’. Although in the future, not too far from now, I’ll take you up on that.” He guided her back to standing and leaned down, fingers thrust into the hair at the back of her head as he tilted her neck. “Wanna kiss you, baby.” The last word was whispered against her lips, and then his mouth covered hers.
Fucking into her hand, he took possession of her mouth as he started chasing his orgasm in earnest. She moaned and he ate it down, sharing breaths with her, tongues dueling in a sweet joust as hers retreated and he chased into her mouth, teeth on her bottom lip in a tender bite.
“Baby.” Her use of the sweet word wasn’t tentative, as confident as her hands on his body, and he reveled in her courage within this encounter.
The pleasure sat in the middle of his belly, growing with every glide of her skin against his, and he wanted to have her in bed, be over her, driving into her. That vision mixed with the reality of the kiss and her touch, and he grunted as he came over her hands in long spurts of creamy heat. She didn’t stop, the fluid providing more lube until her fingers glided over the too sensitive head in a slippery grip.
Bane broke the kiss with a gasp, shoving her head into the crook of his neck as he panted and tried to slow his pounding heart. “Jesus God, woman. That was phenomenal, baby. Fucktastic all around. Nearly killed me, but I’d have died a happy man.”
The belling of Myrt’s laughter made him smile. Still resting against him, seemingly uncaring her hands were covered in his spunk, she kissed along his collarbone. “That’s not a word.”
“Should be. I’m gonna get a shirt that says ‘I’m with her and she’s fucktastic.’ It should be a word.”
“It’s a good word.” She laughed again, that sound tripping pleasure inside him, his gut tightening in reaction. “I wouldn’t say that about me, though.”
“Did you just have your hand on my dick?”