My arm locks around her neck, the other hand slipping out of her panties so I can ruck them out of the way. “You’ll have to say no if you want me to stop. I won’t unless that word leaves your lips. You understand?” She nods and goes rigid again as I lift her ass and get myself lined up. “Relax. You might enjoy it if you stop being such a fucking princess.”
Her eyes shoot to mine with a hard frown directed at me. “Condom,” she snaps. “I don’t know where you’ve been.”
Way to kill a fucking moment.
I roll away to the bedside cabinet, not even sure if I’ve got any. Luckily for me, I have, and the second I’ve got the thing on, I grab hold of her and start getting her where I want her again. She tries turning away, trying to keep her gaze anywhere but at me. My arm goes as rigid as she was earlier, holding her firm. I want those pretty eyes looking right at me, especially given the fucking overwhelming sense of pleasure that’s coming now.
I grunt as I keep feeding it into her and swallow. “Fuck, that’s nice,” I mutter. She’s tight, small around me, and so fucking warm I could live there for the whole fucking day. I start moving, watching her lips trying not to open. They’re tempted, though. I can see them quivering, see her eyes softening on every stroke I give her. Gets harder to stay gentle after a while, and my whole body starts getting involved. Might even feel like kissing a princess.
My tongue rolls over my lips at the thought, and I tighten my grip on her hip. She does make a sound at that. A quiet groan, and then another whimper. I like it, and it fuels these hips of mine to power into her some more. Every fucking drive gets me closer, and with every fucking drive I can see her giving in rather than trying to pretend she’s not into it. Lips trembling. Low fucking moans starting to sound out. I smile at the sound of her, watch her lips intently and think about getting my cock in there again.
“You gonna come for me, princess?”
Another shunt in and her whole body starts vibrating around me, fingernails finally finding my forearm to cling onto. I smile at that, too, enjoying the feel of them digging in viciously, and I speed up. I can feel it myself now. I’m not gonna last long. Don’t want to either. We’ll do longer one night, but this is morning fucking, and it’s as much as I can do to hold off for this long.
Growling, I keep watching her mouth, keep staring at it as she pants in my face. Yeah, I like that too. Panting and fucking. Plump lips and spit. Sweat and dark nights. It’s enough for me to scowl and get ready, now desperate to come inside her.
Another whimper falls out of her, and then everything quivers and shakes, her neck stretched taut and her mouth inches from mine. That’s it, her coming is enough, and the low moan of satisfaction really ends it for me.
My backside shunts forward again, cock trying to get deeper somehow. Not gonna happen. I’m already buried to the hilt and draining myself in her, but I keep getting closer, keep trying for deeper.
Her hand loosens on my skin, soft fingers gripping more delicately until it’s barely a whisper of touch anymore, and then she does turn away.
Forehead buried in her hair, I take some breaths to try catching up with reality. Fuck, that was good. I groan and roll onto my back, finally letting go of my tense hold on her. Not bad for a first fuck, even if she didn’t get involved enough for my liking.
I stare at the ceiling, hand pulling the fucking condom off me. She moves the second I get comfortable, straightening her top as she sits on the edge of the bed.
“Is that all for now?” she says, quietly.
I frown and keep looking at the ceiling. “Yeah.”
She’s up and leaving the room immediately, probably heading for the shower. I don’t know what to say about that. Might feel a bit fucking used, if I’m honest. Not that I am. I used her in reality, but that isn’t the kind of reaction I’m ready for. Women usually hang around or try for cuddling and conversation. Not this princess, apparently.
I wait until she’s finished and then watch as she comes back in and gets dressed. She even does that under the cover of a towel, as if trying to hide her body from me. Fucking ridiculous. I’ve just been inside her and she’s feeling shy?
“You need to loosen up about this,” I mutter, swinging my naked body from the bed.
She flicks her gaze to me sharply and then looks back at her bag quickly. I walk past her, not giving a fuck about my nakedness. “Might as well get used to it, Neve. That was just the beginning of what we’ll be getting up to.”
I spend some time in the shower, trying to get a gauge on how I’m feeling about the whole situation. It’s strange enough having her in my space, but her getting all prissy about fucking isn’t going to help anything. It’s only sex. We’re both human, and I happen to be pretty good at it. Or so I've been told. Most women are pleased to get some time with me. And she’s what? Going to treat it like a fucking chore? Not happy about that in the slightest.
Pulling some jeans on when I’m done, I walk down the stairs, ready to get on with this day. More hunting. Not unusual for me, but doing it with someone else is. I stare at my work space as I go past the door, not happy about the fact that she might need to touch any of my shit. It’s personal to me. It’s about the only fucking thing that is personal to me apart from Stefan. There’s more of me in that room than there is in anything.
“I found bacon,” she says from the kitchen. I walk to the door and lean on the frame, watching as she plates up some food. “I assumed you liked it so …” She looks up at me, then shoves her head back to whatever she was doing with the grill pan rather than look any longer. “Lunch and then work, yes?”
“Alright.” I take the sandwich she’s prepared towards the office, amused that this is how it’s going to be. “It’s going to be tough to work together if you can’t even look at me, Neve.” She follows me and hovers by the door.
“I can look at you.” I turn to gaze at her, a wry smile on my face, and watch as she blushes a bit. “It's just … awkward. After what we've done, I … I don't know. It feels weird.”
“You think I'm weird?”
“No. Not that you're weird. It is. That was. Not that it wasn't nice. It was.” She looks at all my screens, blinks, tries to think about what she's saying. Be useful if she did because I'm confused as fuck. “Just … I don't know. Not romantic.”
Not likely to be either.
“Right. Whatever. Get your laptop. You can plug in here. Use one of the screens.”
“Okay. Or I could just use yours at the same time?” She pulls her glasses from on top of her head and rests them at the end of her nose.
