Page 22 of Fight (Kitsune #2)

"You're all wet, Dev." My voice squeaky with surprise.

"I'm not the only one." His voice was husky in my ear as he slid his arm down the front of my body and slipped two fingers between my thighs. "See?" He lifted them, I could see my cream covering them as he stuck them in his mouth and licked them clean. I softened against him.

Without the water sluicing down our bodies, washing the scents away, I could smell the warmth of his desire filling the air around us, while the physical proof was pressed against my ass.

I let my head drop back against his shoulder and turned to look at him, letting how much I wanted him, show in my eyes.

Devon's growl vibrated deep in his chest. He tugged at the towel wrapped around my head, pulling it off and leaving my hair to fall in wet wavy tendrils around my face and shoulders.

He walked me closer to the sink, wadding the towel up with one hand as we went.

He put the damp towel between my hips and the edge of the counter and he pressed me close enough, that the pressure of our bodies held the towel in place.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I can't wait any longer.

" He reached for a foil packet lying on the counter.

He must have brought it with him; his eyes met mine in the mirror in front of us, as he used his teeth to open the square packet.

"Stay." He commanded softly, before moving back far enough to cover himself with the latex.

One thigh pushed its way between mine, urging my legs farther apart.

Eager for what was to come, I quickly complied.

Devon bent his head until I felt the edge of his teeth scrape the nerve on the side of my neck, sending a wave of heat and desire through my body, until I could scent my own desire mingling with his in the small room.

All the tension fled my body, as his breath brushed the spot behind my ear that drove me crazy, and I almost melted in his arms. I felt Devon's hands on my hips as he tilted them slightly, and I leaned forward, putting my hands on either side of the sink.

His condom covered cock slid back and forth through the moisture at my opening, teasing me before Devon slowly, gently pushed his way inside me.

I felt my muscles stretch with the invasion, the wonderful ache of fullness. He worked himself in and out, careful not to push too hard or take too much at a time until he was all the way inside me. The tip of him pressed against my cervix, sending a shiver through my body.

Devon's work roughened fingers were gentle as he skimmed them over the soft skin of my belly, and up to cup and knead my breasts. He used his hands on my full breasts to pull me upwards, until my back was once again pressed against his chest.

I dropped my hands down my sides and reached back until they gripped his hips.

I flattened my hands on either side of his body and ran them firmly up and down the skin of his body, while I let my head fall back against him.

I watched his face in the mirror in front of us, and saw his eyes darken more, and felt his cock inside me flex in response.

He bent his knees and pulled out of me slightly before pushing back in.

Pushing me against the towel he'd put between my body and the counter top.

I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my throat.

It was almost a purr coming from deep in my chest and it surprised me.

The look on Devon's face only intensified at the sound, he lowered his face to my neck again, and I felt his teeth against my skin.

The feel of his teeth only made me hotter, I wanted more.

I wanted him to bite me and didn't care if it sealed our mating or not.

I rolled my hips, pushing Devon deeper inside than he'd been before, sending a wave of shivers across my skin, and eliciting a growl from him.

"I'm trying not to lose control here." He warned.

"Why?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll tell you if you hurt me. Right now you're just frustrating me."

"I'm afraid I'll get rough."

"Rough can be good." I turned my head and softly nipped the side of his neck while at the same time curling my fingers so that I wasn't just running my hands up and down his sides, I was scraping my nails along his skin.

A louder growl escaped his throat, as he lowered one hand to grip my hip tightly and he started moving more swiftly in and out of me.

He quickly established a rhythm, he would slowly pull out and swiftly, roughly thrust himself back inside me.

His hand on my hip angled my pelvis so that every time he pushed inside me the tip of his cock scrapped against my g-spot, sending a rush of pleasure through my entire body, making me cry out with every stroke.

His hand on my breast lost its gentle touch and his grip tightened on the globe. The combined sensations of him pushing himself back and forth over the sensitive spot inside me and the increasing pressure on my breast sent me over the edge into orgasm.

"More!" I pushed my hips back at him with every thrust, my fingers digging into his sides.

He loosened his grip on my breast, and pinched the tip lightly between his thumb and finger, rolling the nipple between his fingers for a moment, before giving the sensitive orb one last squeeze and sliding his hand away, down my body, to my other hip.

With both hands holding my hips he thrust faster and faster inside me.

He held me still, as he pushed himself into me, hitting my cervix with every thrust. I felt my inner muscles start to clamp and I knew it was coming again.

"Dev!" I screamed, as another orgasm crashed over me.

My knees collapsed with the force of my orgasm.

The only thing holding me up, was being held between Devon and the edge of the counter.

I heard Devon growl deep in his chest and his body pulse inside me as he came with nearly the same force I had, though he managed to stay on his feet.

He slumped against me, the weight of his body against mine comforting, as I tried to regain the ability to speak, to move. He recovered more quickly than I did, and picked up my still limp body and cradled me in his arms. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed.

I blinked and stared up at him for a moment, his face held concern as he laid a hand along my cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly.

Unable to form words yet I nodded.

"I didn't hurt you?" He was genuinely worried.

"Wonderful." I slurred, unable to say more yet. I let my body relax against the bed for a few minutes. He disappeared back into the bathroom. I heard the water in the sink running, and a couple minutes later he came out, rubbing a towel over his semi-dry hair.

I watched him, as he moved into the room.

"Can we do that again soon?" I asked, startling him.

"Are you sure? You couldn't even answer me."

"It wasn't because you'd hurt me. Trust me." I saw doubt in his eyes.

"But I lost control. I know I hurt you." He paced back and forth beside the bed.

"What makes you think so?" I rolled onto one side on the bed, so I could watch him more easily.

"I can see it." He motioned to me. "You're bruising already."

I looked down at my own body. I was surprised to see bruises in the shape of his fingers appearing on my breast and hips. I looked back up, unconcerned. "It didn't hurt at the time, and it doesn't hurt now."

"How can it not? I may be doing pretty good adjusting to the added strength but I lost control and I hurt you."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to figure out how to reassure him.

"Dev, come here a minute." I scooted away from the edge of the bed to make room for him.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing away from me.

I moved closer until I was almost curled around his hips and I could look up at his face.

I took his hands and waited until he looked at me before I spoke again.

"If you were to use that much strength at random, yeah, it probably would have hurt.

But it wasn't at random, it wasn't out of the box.

I was so turned on, so hot for you, that the sensations weren't pain, they were pure pleasure.

" I rolled until he could see the finger shaped bruises forming on one breast, and I laid his hand against them.

"Here, the pressure of your hand squeezing me, made me come, made me beg for more.

And here," I slid his hand down my body until it rested on the bruises forming on one hip.

"they made me come so hard, I screamed your name and my knees collapsed. "

"But I hurt you." He couldn't seem to get past the fact that he'd bruised me, he ran his fingers lightly over the darkened flesh.

"But it didn't hurt. It felt outstanding. Like the other day when I bit myself, the small pain fed into the pleasure, making it that much stronger."

"But what if I do more than a few bruises?"

"Then we'll deal with it. I'm not worried about it. I trust you." I lifted his hand from my hip and raised it to my lips, I met his eyes. "Completely." I softly kissed his hand.

"You humble me." He ran the knuckles I'd just kissed over my cheek. He glanced up. "You still feel up to going to your parents?"

"Of course, why?" I asked, confused by the sudden change of subject.

"Cause you have about half an hour to get dressed and get there." He grinned down at me.

I twisted around to check the clock. "Shit!" I rolled off the bed and went to the closet to find something to wear.