“Because tonight,” he whispers, “you’re going to be mine again, Witch.”
And with that said, he presses his lips against mine.
FORTY-THREE
The Lack Of Control
- ARES -
I can’t control myself. I don’t want to control myself.
I have waited too long, held on too long. My control trembles and cracks with every kiss, every brush of my tongue against hers, every touch of her soft skin against my hands. I slam her against the wall, kissing her desperately, and her witch’s hat falls off and gets lost in the darkness.
I try to calm myself and be gentle, to feel every part of her, so even though I want to devour her, to penetrate her, to hear her moan my name in my ear, I take my time. I caress and kiss her until her breathing turns to gasps, and I know she’s as turned on as I am. My hands fidget and travel inside that short witch’s dress she’s wearing, my lips never leaving hers. Moving her underwear aside, I slide my fingers over her wetness. She moans, and I suck on her bottom lip.
“Already wet?”
She doesn’t say anything, she just shudders when one of my fingers penetrates her. It feels so hot and wet inside her that I feel like I’m going to explode from how hard I am.
“Ares . . .” she mutters, her voice is full of desire. “We are . . . we shouldn’t be here.”
I sink my finger even deeper inside her and hear her gasp, clinging to my shoulders. My lips leave hers to lick and nibble the skin of her neck. I know it’s her weak spot. She drops her head back, and her hips start swaying to the rhythm of my fingers, driving me crazy. I use my free hand to caress her breasts through her dress.
No more, I can’t wait any longer.
Unable to help myself, I pull away from her, removing my hand from her to free my manhood and put on a condom. She protests impatiently.
“Ares, please.”
I look into her eyes playfully. She doesn’t hesitate to tell me what she wants.
“I want you now, inside me.”
“Oh yeah?” I tease her, lifting one of her legs and putting it around my waist. “You perverted little witch.”
My hardness brushes against her, and I rest my forehead on hers.
“I’m not going to be gentle,” I say.
She bites my lower lip.
“I don’t want you to be.”
I grab her by the hair, forcing her to look into my eyes, and I move my hips forward, penetrating her completely with a single thrust. We both moan at the sensation.
God, I’ve forgotten how amazing it feels inside her, wet, tight, hot, smooth . . .
I can’t stop looking at her because she looks so fucking sexy and vulnerable like this, her red cheeks, her swollen lips, her eyes shining with desire. She runs her hands around my neck, and I grab her other leg so I can lift her all the way up and start moving, pressing her against the wall with each sharp movement. I kiss her again, drowning out her moans with my mouth.
“Oh God, Ares!” she gasps, losing control.
Soft, wet, and warm. . . . More, I need more. I speed up my movements, pressing her harder against the wall, moving in and out of her wetness. For a second, I think about stopping. I don’t want to hurt her, but judging by the way she asks for more, I know she likes it as much as I do.
If this keeps up, I’m going to finish faster than I want to. Carrying her, I move backward until I’m sitting on one of the couches and she’s sitting on top of me, with the power to drive me crazier than she already is.
Raquel doesn’t hesitate to move on top of me, in circles, back and forth, and I realize this was not a good idea if I don’t want to finish quickly. She looks like a goddess, the candlelight giving her slightly sweaty skin a glowing touch. I never thought sex could feel so good. It’s not just the physical aspect, but it’s also the connection. Our emotions are conveyed in every touch, every look, every kiss.
Shit, she’s got me in the palm of her hands. She has the power to destroy me, and the truth is I don’t care, being destroyed by her would be a fucking privilege.
She pulls down her dress, exposing her breasts.
Oh yes, a fucking privilege.
I squeeze her waist, guiding her movements.
“Do you like to ride me like this?” I ask. She moans in response.
“Yes, I like it so much.”
I spank her and she trembles with pleasure.
“You’re all wet.” I straighten up a little to lick the skin in the middle of her breasts and then suck on them. “I want you to come on me, just like this.”
I feel her tightening around me, I know she’s almost there.