Page 19 of Longing for the Minotaur
I can’t help obeying as my climax consumes me. I try my hardest not to scream, biting my own tongue to keep it in as Banon fucks me through it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he rasps. “I’m going to stuff you full. Going to give you everything.”
“Yes, yes!” I try to keep my voice down, but I can’t feel anything under my skin except for glorious pleasure, and I want whatever he has to offer me.
Banon’s fingers curl into claws, digging into my flesh as he bites down on the pillow. He thrusts hard, sinking in until his fur is brushing my clit, and groans as his cock swells even thicker inside me. I squeal as it triggers another miniature orgasm, bliss radiating out from the place we’re connected. Banon holds me even tighter against him, like I might get ripped away, as he plows into me one last time.
“Valentina,” he moans, twitching and spasming as he finishes. I feel cum trickle out, down my ass to the comforter underneath me. One of his arms gives out, and he rests some of his immense weight on me, which nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Banon!” I gasp for air. “I can’t… breathe…”
“Shit.” He hurriedly picks himself up, his immense cock still heavy inside me. “Sorry. Don’t know my own size.”
He moves to withdraw, but I grab him to stop him. I don’t want him to leave me, not yet. Not when I worry that I’ll wake up and find this was all a dream.
Banon blinks down at me, then a smile turns up his lips.
“You like the feeling of me filling up your sweet little pussy?” he asks, leaning down to peck my cheek.
All I can do is nod, because nothing has ever felt so right. We remain like that as he slowly deflates, then eventually slides out.
Banon rolls onto his side, bringing me with him. I stroke the fur of his chest, his bicep soft and pillow-like under my head.
“I’ll have to go soon,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
“Yeah, I know.” I sigh, both content and resigned.
“Don’t worry.” He skims one hand down my side, to my hip and then up again in a soothing gesture. “I can come pick you up from school anytime. Rich is gone most nights at his girlfriend’s place.”
I perk up at the suggestion that we can do this again—and maybe even somewhere I don’t have to stay quiet.
“You mean it?” I ask.
“Of course I mean it. I want to do this with you forever.” He pulls me even closer, like I’m a teddy bear he wants to keep close. “Now that I’ve had you, I’m never letting you go.”
Movement of any kind is impossible as Banon climbs out of my bed and picks his jeans up off the floor. I watch with displeasure as he dresses again, because I wish more than anything that he could sleep beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he says at the sight of my morose expression. He crouches by the bed and kisses me on the lips, then the nose, then the forehead. “Next time, I’ll be right next to you.”
Then he opens the door, slipping out so he can return to his own room.
I lie awake for some time after he’s gone, wondering if this was real. What if it was just tonight? What if what happened here disappears in the light of day?
If it doesn’t—if I really heard Banon right when he said he loved me, too—my life has just gotten a lot more complicated.What would Dad do if he found out about this? What if next time Marissa hears us and walks in?
I shove my face into the pillow, trying to remember only the good things. I can worry about the rest later.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
BANON
I’m in a daze as I open the door to our shared bathroom and then shut it quietly behind me before entering my own room. My walls are darker than Val’s, a slate gray, with dark curtains. Sports posters pepper my walls—football players I admired once upon a time, but who now seem so… mortal.
I fall back onto my bed, my dick perfectly happy and satisfied, just like my heart is. Damn. I didn’t think sex couldbelike that. I didn’t think it could expose you so deeply, bring you so close to someone else that you feel like you can see inside them.
Tonight, I saw Valentina. I peered in through a window to her soul and she saw right into mine, and we danced our dance together in the way that rock songs talk about.
