clavicle, using my tongue to tease her
senses.
She sucked in
air and moaned.
My hand slid
under her shirt, but instead of heading toward her breasts, I slipped it into
her pants, then under her panties, until my fingers found the nib of her
clitoris.
I waited for
her to protest, to push me away again, but she surprised me by pushing my hand
harder against her instead.
As I stroked
the swelling flesh with one finger, I dipped my middle finger lower, into her
warm, wet center.
The first time
my finger entered her, the muscles of her pussy clenched tight, and a growl
formed in my chest as my cock pushed painfully against the confines of my
jeans.
In and out I
fucked her with my fingers, kissing her mouth and stroking her as the fire in
her body grew.
Her hips
moved, pushing against my hand, desperate for more. My cock strained against my
clothes, begging to be set free and be the more she needed and wanted.
"Derek,
oh God, Derek." Her breathless moans intensified my own need, and I pulled
up her shirt and sucked her hard nipple through her silk bra. She bucked, wet
and hot and needy at my touch.
"Derek, I
can't hold it in much longer."
"Let it
out, love. Let go."
"No, the
darkness will come too. I can't."
I squeezed her
nipple with my fingers, then used my teeth to bite her neck, leaving a light
tooth mark on her fare skin.
She dug her
nails into me, cutting through skin as she fought her own release.
"Let go,
love. I'm here."
Her hands
heated up, and I felt her power moving over my skin, looking for something to
devour.
I raised my
own shields against it, but it moved like smoke, sneaking in. My heartbeat
slowed and I knew I'd have to stop soon, but I wanted Rose to come for me
first.
My fingers
moved faster, pushing her to let go.
Just before
her body obeyed, she pushed me away and fell back, a scream torn from her
mouth.
I didn't reach
for her as dizziness swept over me.
She stared,
wide-eyed at me, her eyes still glossy from the near-orgasm. "You promised
you'd stop me."
"I was
about to. I swear. If you didn't come within a few seconds, I would have pulled
away. I was—am—fine, Rose. You didn't hurt me."
She scooted
next to me, her breathing returning to normal. "Truly? You're okay?"
I kissed her
fingers. "Truly, I am. Are you?"
She nodded. "I
think I learned something tonight, but I need to think about it. I can't do
anymore right now, but I need to be close to you. Can you just hold me for
awhile?"
I pulled her
into my arms and wrapped them around her, kissing her head. "My love, I'll
hold you forever."
T WENTY O NE
She is Fierce
R OSE
O, when she's
angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen
when she went to school;
And though she be
but little, she is fierce.
—William
Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Dear Diary,
It seems that life is about surrender, to recognize that we aren't in
control and surrender to the powers that be. This is perhaps the hardest lesson
for me. I struggle with letting go, with acknowledging that I can't dictate the
course of my own life. To step off that cliff and trust that I won't fall to my
death—that is the one thing I can't seem to do, and the one thing
everyone seems to be asking of me.
First, with the martial arts move that required letting go instead of
defending or attacking.
Now, Drake says I need to put away my sword.
How do I put away my sword when I'm being attacked? How do I shut off
my survival instincts long enough to do that?
I think I've found a way, but I'm so confused by what it means.
And by what it says about me.
OCEAN SAT CROSS-LEGGED on her bed, and I
paced the room, trying to find words to say what I wanted to say.
She sighed
dramatically. "Just spit it out, will you? Before I get Sam in here to
pull it out of your mind."
My cheeks
burned with shame when I remembered that Sam could read minds. Had she already
read mine? Did she know what a freak I
senses.
She sucked in
air and moaned.
My hand slid
under her shirt, but instead of heading toward her breasts, I slipped it into
her pants, then under her panties, until my fingers found the nib of her
clitoris.
I waited for
her to protest, to push me away again, but she surprised me by pushing my hand
harder against her instead.
As I stroked
the swelling flesh with one finger, I dipped my middle finger lower, into her
warm, wet center.
The first time
my finger entered her, the muscles of her pussy clenched tight, and a growl
formed in my chest as my cock pushed painfully against the confines of my
jeans.
In and out I
fucked her with my fingers, kissing her mouth and stroking her as the fire in
her body grew.
Her hips
moved, pushing against my hand, desperate for more. My cock strained against my
clothes, begging to be set free and be the more she needed and wanted.
"Derek,
oh God, Derek." Her breathless moans intensified my own need, and I pulled
up her shirt and sucked her hard nipple through her silk bra. She bucked, wet
and hot and needy at my touch.
"Derek, I
can't hold it in much longer."
"Let it
out, love. Let go."
"No, the
darkness will come too. I can't."
I squeezed her
nipple with my fingers, then used my teeth to bite her neck, leaving a light
tooth mark on her fare skin.
She dug her
nails into me, cutting through skin as she fought her own release.
"Let go,
love. I'm here."
Her hands
heated up, and I felt her power moving over my skin, looking for something to
devour.
I raised my
own shields against it, but it moved like smoke, sneaking in. My heartbeat
slowed and I knew I'd have to stop soon, but I wanted Rose to come for me
first.
My fingers
moved faster, pushing her to let go.
Just before
her body obeyed, she pushed me away and fell back, a scream torn from her
mouth.
I didn't reach
for her as dizziness swept over me.
She stared,
wide-eyed at me, her eyes still glossy from the near-orgasm. "You promised
you'd stop me."
"I was
about to. I swear. If you didn't come within a few seconds, I would have pulled
away. I was—am—fine, Rose. You didn't hurt me."
She scooted
next to me, her breathing returning to normal. "Truly? You're okay?"
I kissed her
fingers. "Truly, I am. Are you?"
She nodded. "I
think I learned something tonight, but I need to think about it. I can't do
anymore right now, but I need to be close to you. Can you just hold me for
awhile?"
I pulled her
into my arms and wrapped them around her, kissing her head. "My love, I'll
hold you forever."
T WENTY O NE
She is Fierce
R OSE
O, when she's
angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen
when she went to school;
And though she be
but little, she is fierce.
—William
Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Dear Diary,
It seems that life is about surrender, to recognize that we aren't in
control and surrender to the powers that be. This is perhaps the hardest lesson
for me. I struggle with letting go, with acknowledging that I can't dictate the
course of my own life. To step off that cliff and trust that I won't fall to my
death—that is the one thing I can't seem to do, and the one thing
everyone seems to be asking of me.
First, with the martial arts move that required letting go instead of
defending or attacking.
Now, Drake says I need to put away my sword.
How do I put away my sword when I'm being attacked? How do I shut off
my survival instincts long enough to do that?
I think I've found a way, but I'm so confused by what it means.
And by what it says about me.
OCEAN SAT CROSS-LEGGED on her bed, and I
paced the room, trying to find words to say what I wanted to say.
She sighed
dramatically. "Just spit it out, will you? Before I get Sam in here to
pull it out of your mind."
My cheeks
burned with shame when I remembered that Sam could read minds. Had she already
read mine? Did she know what a freak I
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