Page 17 of Longing for the Minotaur
I know we need to keep our voices down, but all his dirty talk is turning me on.
“But I can’t make noise!” I whisper.
His lip quirks on one side. “I’ll make sure you don’t wake anybody up.”
Banon kisses me then, grinding his slick cock against me as he dominates my mouth. Soon, I’m on my back and he’s rolled on top of me, both of us panting.
“Now, Valentina,” he murmurs, sliding down so his hips are planted between my thighs, “it might not fit at first. But I’ll make sure it does.”
CHAPTER
SEVEN
BANON
Valentina. I say her name again and again in my head as I gaze down at her, spread out before me with her big, brown nipples, and a pop of curly hair between her legs. Her belly moves with each of her heavy breaths. Those bottomless eyes are watching me, lids hooded so I can make out each of her long lashes.
I almost want to lick her again, taste her again, drink her up and make her come over and over. But that’s for later. That’s for next time. For the next one million times.
No, I need to be inside her, now.
Suddenly, she turns and reaches for the bedside table. “A condom, right?” That’s what she thinks I was hesitating over. “I’m sure teenage me had some in here.”
I reach out and grab her outstretched hand, wrapping mine around it and drawing her back to me.
“Banon?” she asks, perplexed.
“I’ve always worn a condom.Always.” I bite out this last word, so she knows I have never faltered in my duty. “Every woman I’ve ever slept with. But not with you, Valentina. I wantyours to be the first pussy I feel—really feel. I’ve been saving it for you.”
Val inhales sharply, and she searches my face for what might be behind my words. I can still sense her skepticism.
“Well, it’s not like you can get me pregnant,” she says, slowly relaxing. “You promise you’ve been tested?”
I growl low in my throat at the idea that I’ve ever let myself be exposed that way. Lowering my head, I rumble into her ear, “I haven’t fucked a woman in a year, Valentina. Too obsessed with you. Too busy thinking about you.”
She gasps. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. I get tested, but I don’t need it to tell me what I already know.” I lean forward so my cock sits right between her legs. “That I can’t make myself fuck anyone but you.”
And I can’t wait any longer.
Val squeaks when I grab her thighs and spread them wide, creating enough room for my hips. God damn. I can’t believe I finally get to have the woman of my dreams. That I get to see her like this, each gorgeous inch of her bare, golden skin, and I get to show her with every fiber of my being how goddamned much I love her.
“Now remember,” I tell her as I rub the head of my cock over her clit, making her squirm. “Keep quiet. Bite me if you have to.”
“Bite you?” she whispers.
“Whatever you need to do.” The very last thing I want is for my mother to walk in on this. “Now, sweet Valentina, I am going to finally do what I’ve been dreaming of doing for much, much longer than I’m willing to admit to you.”
She smiles at this. “Then do it, Banon.”
I tease her to rile her up again, wetting my cock in her and then skating it up and down, over her clit and back again, until she’s whining and her hips are trying to bring me inside her.Finally, I settle right there, spreading apart the lips of her pussy, and carefully push in.
Immediately, there’s resistance, because she is tiny and I am not tiny. But, as terrible as I feel admitting it, I have had sex with human women many times before. I know it works if I give it time.
“Oh shit,” Val says, gripping my arm. “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
I place a single, gentle kiss on her lips. “I will.” I stay at the shallowest depth possible, so I’m barely sheathed inside her, and simply rock back and forth. Her mouth forms an O as I fully withdraw, then push in again. If I can loosen her up one centimeter at a time…
