Page 16 of Powerless
"Reaper..." Any protest I had came out shaky and weak, not due to the soreness in my body or lack of sleep. But because Istillcraved that stiff cock pressing against my ass, his mouth on my skin, and the way he moved against me.
"Reaper, I'm exhausted," I huffed, despite arching against him. "You barely let me sleep at all."
"I didn't hear you complaining last night," he teased, helping himself to a palmful of my ass.
"I think you broke me." I looked over my shoulder at him, unable to help the coy smile on my face.
"Then I have to fix you, don't I?" Green eyes, hooded with lust and sleep, met mine with a lazy grin. "I'm no medical professional, but I know what you need."
"Ineeda cup of coffee and a shower."
"Mm, you'll get that, too." He slid a hand down the back of my thigh as he spooned me from behind. The next thing I felt was something hot and solid pressing against my sex.
"Reaper, I'm still sore." The words came out with a moan, but not as a complaint. I still wanted him, he just needed to know what he was working with.
"So stay like this." He held my legs closed as we laid flush together on our sides. "Just lie with me."
Did I detect a hint of sweetness there? Maybe a tiny shred of vulnerability? Whatever it was disappeared the moment I looked over my shoulder, and he captured my mouth in a savage kiss.
He kissed with no less confidence and possessiveness than always, but they weren't nearly as bruising. Not even when his lips moved to my nape, merely teasing my skin with light suction even though he knew how much I liked his roughness. His hands came to my breasts, kneading them with far more gentleness than the manhandling of last night.
I reached him where I could, bringing one arm back to wrap around his neck, but I could do little else in this position besides press back and move with him. He let out a groan between my shoulder blades, only thrusting enough to rub his cock along my sex without penetrating me. My flesh slicked with wetness and my core hollowed out. Even after a satisfying, vigorous night, I needed every inch of him.
"Reaper..." His name was a plea now, not a protest. If I had to be honest, it was never a protest.
"Mariposa," he answered, burying his face in my neck as his arms wrapped around my chest.
Every slick of himnotentering me was pure torture. My pulse thrummed in anticipation for that delicious fill of him that never came.
"Reaperrr..."
"I love how you say my name," he growled. "I could tease you all day just to hear you beg."
"You wouldn't."
"Watch me."
Every time I tried opening my legs to give him access to slide in, he held them closed.
"You're depriving yourself, too, you know," I huffed in frustration.
"Nah, sugar," he nuzzled my cheek. "I'm just making the ending that much sweeter."
I leaned my head back on his shoulder, giving in to his control and relishing in all the sensations running through my body. His hands moved where he pleased, exploring me as if this was our first time together.
He kept us that way for as long as he could stand it. When he finally slipped inside me he shuddered against my back, fingers digging into my waist.
"Keep your legs closed," he moaned. "You're so tight like this, my God..."
The angle of our bodies forced him to take shallow thrusts, which I was grateful for. I couldn't handle another session of deep pounding, but this right now was...nice.
I loved the full length of his body pressed against me, the way he grabbed me and how he kissed all of my sensitive spots. It was all the best things that lazy morning sex should be.
And my clit, still sensitive and overworked from the night before, tingled with the onset of yet another orgasm just from the pressure of my thighs glued together.
"Fuck, why are you getting even tighter?" he growled with a soft chuckle to my ear. "My poor cock can't take how good you feel."
"I'm gonna come soon," I panted, my fists curling in the sheets.
