Page 28 of Longing for the Minotaur
We both laugh, then cover our mouths, remembering we need to keep our voices down.
“Quiet’s the word,” we both say at once.
Banon’s arm snakes out and wraps around me, bringing me in against his chest. I love just touching him here, running my fingers over the bulges of his pecs, across his broad shoulders and killer delts.
“I’ve been in the gym even more since I couldn’t see you,” he says, one of his muscles flexing under my hand. “Working off all my frustration and hormones.”
I quirk a brow. “Hormones?”
He grabs my hands in his and looks me square in the eye. “Oh, yeah. Minotaur stuff, you know. My hormones have gonecrazy since I started having sex with you. My body is obsessed. Can’t get enough.” He rubs his hips lightly against mine to show off how he’s already getting thick and hard for me under his soft sweatpants. “It knows that you’re mine. You’re all mine, now and always.”
I love how that sounds—being with Banon forever, getting to do this every day and night. What a dream that would be, even if we had to keep it secret.
Though that part does suck.
I try not to think about it as Banon leans down to nuzzle my hair. He holds me like I’m something precious, something fragile and also beloved. His big hand skims down my back, over my butt, which he uses to press our bodies closer together.
“Take off your shirt,” he rumbles. “Right now.”
I do as I’m told, backing away just enough that I can slip my hands under my pajama top. I’ve got no bra on underneath, so the moment it’s on the floor, Banon’s eyes drop to my chest. He licks his lips as he cups my breasts in his broad palms, lifting and squeezing and running his fingers over my taut nipples. It’s chilly in here with the snow falling outside, and goosebumps spread across my exposed skin.
“Let’s get you under the blankets,” Banon says, easily sweeping me up into his arms. I squeak and wrap my arms around his neck, and he laughs as he carries me to the bed. “There’s a lot I want to do to you there.”
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
VALENTINA
Once we’re both under the comforter, Banon and I are all over each other—hands and mouths everywhere at once, my leg slinging over his hip to bring him in closer and rub his big dick against my pelvis. He groans at the pressure, and I love how vocal he is with me, that he doesn’t mind showing me just how much I please him and how good I feel.
Fingers dip under the band of my pajama pants and then slip into my underwear. Banon’s hand is like a heat-seeking missile as he glides to where I’m already growing wetter for him, dipping his biggest finger inside to test me.
“You’re going to feel so good,” Banon says in a low voice. “All wet for me.”
Of course, those words get me going even more. Now he’s rubbing that finger over my clit, using my own slick as lube, anchoring me to him with his other arm around my ass. When I twitch and moan, he holds me tighter against him, keeping me trapped as he fingers me.
“It’s been too long. I need to lick that pussy.”
I gasp in indignation as his hand retreats. But then Banon grabs my pajama pants by the waistband and shoves them down, and I wriggle them off my legs.
“There we go.” He rolls us over so he’s on top. Lifting up the blanket over his head, he shimmies downward until he’s completely hidden, and I can feel his hot, heavy breaths between my legs. “So you don’t get cold.”
I giggle as he spreads my thighs, and without any pomp or circumstance, he dives in.
Fuck, I’ll never get tired of his wide tongue, those talented lips as they suck, those fingers pushing inside me and then petting me until I’m thrashing and holding in my moans. He’s so good at this, he really should get a medal.
“Banon, damn,” I whimper as I grip his horns under the blanket. He must be getting hot down there, but I only have a quarter of a brain to think about it as sheer bliss takes over me. “Right there, right there.”
“Oh, I know,” Banon murmurs, his hand speeding up as I get closer and closer. His tongue is doing all sorts of miraculous things, and it’s only another few seconds until I’m lost to it, tumbling through the ether, seeing God and all that other stuff they talk about.
I want to get my hand around Banon’s cock next, but when he rises from the blankets, his big muzzle glistening, he grabs my wrists and pins me to the bed. When I start to object, he pushes me down more insistently.
“Stay put,” he growls. I like when he’s horny enough to be bossy, so I remain still as he reaches down and kicks off his own pajama pants. Then his dick is between us again, slobbering against my thigh. Banon kisses me brusquely, conquering my mouth, and I know I’m at his mercy tonight. We’ve fucked in all kinds of ways, but I think my favorite is still old-fashioned missionary, just because I like to feel his big body on top ofmine, weighing me down to the mattress. Sometimes he keeps me pinned like this, using my body until I can’t help breaking around him.
“Goddamn, I can’t wait to be inside you.” Banon nuzzles my hair as he places himself between my legs, lifting my thighs to expose me to him fully. He licks his chops and palms his cock, sliding the head in between my layers until he’s softly nudging at my entrance.
It’s clearly been a while. He had no trouble fitting last time we had sex, but now he can only push in a hair’s breadth before my body resists.
