Spider Game
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She kissed him back. Poured herself into him. Into the kiss. One turned into half a dozen. She lifted her head the inch or so his hand allowed, staring down at him in wonder. He liked that the back of her head fit nicely in his palm and her thick, wild mane of black hair tumbled around her face and body, pooling on his chest and the mattress under him. It was sexy. More than sexy. Every movement made him feel as if he was totally covered in silk.
“How, Trap? How come you aren’t paralyzed?” She looked close to tears again. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t stop myself. It’s a compulsion when I’m overwhelmed. I was so afraid it would happen. I tried to tell myself it wouldn’t but…” She trailed off, looking more confused than ever.
“Baby. Really? Did you think a man like me wouldn’t figure out how to be immune to bites? Your bite? I knew I was taking you to bed. I plan on getting you very excited in a lot of different ways. Self-preservation alone told me I’d better figure out how to cope with your bites.”
Her wide-eyed shock slowly turned to comprehension and then she narrowed her eyes. “That’s what made you late moving here, wasn’t it? Instead of working in your own lab here, you worked it out in Wyatt’s lab so I wouldn’t catch on to what you were doing.”
His hands spanned her waist, keeping her seated fully over him as she sat up. The movement took him deep, and instantly his cock swelled, going hard like a steel spike, pushing against her soft tissues, forcing her inner muscles to accept him all over again. He refused to allow her to leave him, so she sat there, her long hair a dark cloud shimmering around her body, her green eyes going emerald and her soft mouth frowning at him.
“Even when you’re pissed as hell, you’re so damned sexy I could eat you alive,” he said. He did a slow thrust upward and watched her breasts sway with the jolt.
“I can’t believe you.”
“Your man believes in being prepared, and aren’t you glad I was?”
She didn’t reply, but threw her head back, grinding down on him. He lifted her nearly off him and then, controlling the pace, brought her back slowly over him, sheathing his cock in hot silk.
“Harder,” she breathed, trying to twist her body to get what she wanted.
“Not yet, baby. I don’t want you to get too sore. Just ride me slow.” His hands urged her to accept the slow, easy, almost languid rhythm he set.
“Trap,” she protested, but she did as he asked, rising slowly, her tight muscles dragging over him, creating a delicious friction for both of them. Creating a slow, scorching-hot burn.
“Slow can be good, Cayenne,” he explained. “We’re going to take this slow and easy until neither of us can take it anymore.”
She moved on him, following his lead, her body so tight he could barely stand the pleasure as she wrapped him in heat and silk. Her hair swung around her with each movement, sliding over his skin. His gaze stayed on her breasts for several long spectacular moments and then drifted lower, to watch himself disappear inside her and then reappear as she lifted her body.
“Look, baby,” he said softly. “Look at us. Fucking beautiful. Sexy as hell. That’s my woman. I love the way you take me inside you.”
She looked down at where they joined together, watched the long, thick length of him appear and then disappear as she slowly rode him. His hands found her breasts and began a slow massage. She bit her lip.
“Touch my nipples, Trap. They feel like they’re on fire.”
He did so immediately, his fingers tugging hard. He raised his head as he urged her body down over him so he could take one hard nipple into the heat of his mouth, suckling strongly, using his tongue and the edge of his teeth. She gasped, and he felt liquid fire bathe his cock.
“I need harder, Trap,” she whispered. “Please, honey, this is making me crazy.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I do. I really do, but it isn’t enough. Even my blood feels like it’s on fire. I can barely stand the tension. I’m right there. So close, but I can’t go over. I need to go faster and harder. Please, Trap.”
He loved the soft plea in her voice. The need in her. The way she had no problems demanding and asking for what she wanted. He loved that she pleaded with him and wasn’t in the least embarrassed to do so.
He gave her harder. Faster. Rougher. He used his mouth and his hands and cock to drive her up higher. He watched her face the entire time. Her every expression. The way her breasts bounced and swayed with each hard jolt. The way her eyes went hazy and her breath turned ragged. The flush turning her skin a rose color and the way her mouth opened and that shocked pleasure came over her face right before the orgasm took her, roaring through her so that her body clamped down hard on his.
Still, he drove into her right through that exquisite contracting, needing to watch her while he gave that to her before he let go himself, giving himself up to the same fire. He pulled her down over him, wrapping his arms around her, finding her mouth unerringly to take her gasping breath right down his throat. He loved that too.
Her heart beat hard against his chest. He could tell she was exhausted. He was too. It felt good. Not just good, great. He allowed himself a few minutes to just hold her while their breathing settled. The lacy veils of silken webs hung like artwork around their bed, creating such an intimacy that he felt his need of her crawling down his throat to wrap around his heart.
“Trap?” Her voice was a soft whisper running over his skin like fingers.
“Right here, baby,” he whispered against her neck. He slipped his fist into her hair, sifting through the long, thick mass.
“I’m so glad you found a way to be immune to my bite. I think that might happen again sometime.”
He could tell by her voice she was not only afraid that she might bite him again when their sex got out of control, but she knew she would because the urge was not as controllable as she would like. This time there was trepidation in her tone.
He gently tugged on her hair. “Good thing I find your bite sexy as hell. Everything about you is sexy, Cayenne. Especially your bite. I love that I’m the only man in the world who is safe around you.”
There was a small silence. He felt her lips curl against his chest. Her tongue licked at his skin. “You’re not entirely safe.”
He laughed softly. Happy. He could sleep just like that – her sprawled over him, his cock still in her. Not that it would be fair to her. She needed care. He kissed her neck and forced himself to do the right thing. She had gotten to him as no one in his life ever had. “I’ve got to get up for a minute. Stay here and let me get a warm washcloth, baby,” he said. “I’ll clean you up and we can go back to sleep.”