Page 29 of Longing for the Minotaur
“So small,” Banon murmurs affectionately. He keeps his hand wrapped around himself as he tries again, then again, going easy and slow. But I don’t want easy and slow. I want fast and hard, even though I know we can’t make his bed rattle or risk waking up the rest of the house.
“More,” I whisper. “Give me more.”
“Are you ready?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice. “It’s been a while, and I barely fit as it is?—”
“Fuck me.Please.”
Banon gulps, then nods in a harsh, jerky motion.
“Whatever my woman wants…”
I gasp as he wades in deep in one thrust, demanding that I spread for him, insisting on my body making room. It feels uncomfortable at first, having so much inside me and so suddenly, but I’m slick from my orgasm and tighter than usual.
“…my woman gets.” A moan escapes between Banon’s clenched teeth as he sinks as far in as he can, breathing hard through his big, flared nostrils. “So tight, fuck. I’m close, Valentina.”
Already? We’ve only just started. Banon’s hand clenches around my hip.
“Don’t move.” He closes his eyes, breathing hard like he’s trying to wrestle back control of himself. “I can feel it every time you breathe. Every time your heart beats.” His eyes open again, and I marvel in the infinite blue of them, like the ocean. He cradles my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful, I almost can’t take it.”
I know what he means, especially when he’s wearing everything he feels right out there on his sleeve. Nobody could be more handsome.
“And I’m all yours,” I say, putting my hand over his.
His smile spreads, familiar and arrogant. “Yes, you are.” Slowly he reels his hips back, which makes me yearn and ache to have him again. “Just like I’m yours.”
Once more, he jerks his hips forward, stuffing his cock inside me so obscenely that I can’t help a cry from escaping. He covers my mouth, muffling me as he slides back, then repeats the motion.
Fuck, I hope I didn’t wake them up.
Keeping a tighter lid on myself, I bite my lip as Banon sets a blistering, brutal pace, his muscular thighs flexing with every thrust, his abs tensing and releasing as he fills me up as much as I can bear. He’s stimulating everything, the fur on his groin brushing over my clit, his balls hitting my ass as he tucks a hand under my hips and tilts me upward. This way he can get better leverage, and he grunts as our angle changes.
I’m a goner now. He knows I love this, and he uses his powers relentlessly. Soon I’m doing everything I can not to make a sound as my spine tenses, my whole body starting to crumble as pleasure takes me over. I moan against my closed lips, and Banon mutters, “Yes, baby, yes. Give me everything, Valentina. All of it.”
As if on command, I break. It’s like a bomb has gone off inside me, a sonic blast that ripples through every last nerveending in my body. I whimper as Banon keeps going, keeps fucking me through it, his grunts and groans of pleasure rising as he hits his own peak. I cover his mouth with my hand as his eyes get wide, and I sense him grow even thicker inside me.
His orgasm is so powerful, he jerks hard, hips driving him deep as he shoots off. I feel warm, so warm, as he fills me up fuller, and it coats my ass as he thrusts in again.
“Fuck,” Banon mutters. “I can’t stop coming. You just… The way you squeeze me, I can’t?—”
One last time, he spasms inside me, and then nearly collapses. Managing to hold himself up with one arm, Banon pants, his hot breaths gusting across my face.
“Thank you.” He pulls me in close, rolling over onto our sides while he’s still buried inside me. “Thank you so much.”
“I should be thanking you for all the orgasms.”
Banon snorts. “Everything in my life was just practice for you.”
I feel all the warm fuzzies as he kisses my neck, then slowly extricates himself from my body. We clean up with the tissues in his drawer, suspiciously placed there beside some lotion.
“Beat it off to the thought of you a lot when I lived in this room,” he says by way of explanation.
“Well, I had to upgrade to a bigger dildo. That’s how I’ve been coping.”
A snort of quiet laughter bursts out of him, and he throws his arms around me, taking both of us down to the bed.
“I love you, Valentina,” he whispers to me, kissing all along the side of my face. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone. I don’t think I even knew love until now.”
“I know what you mean.” I push some of his rogue shaggy hair away from his eyes. “What are we going to do about it?”
