Page 358 of Phobia

As time trickles down, I find myself craving him. I need to hear him, feel him touch me.

I wriggle on his lap. My lips part over his pulse point and my tongue darts out licking his skin and tasting him. My hand slips inside his robe, where my eager fingers find his nipples already hard. I pinch them gently, then I can’t help but cup his pec greedily and rub my thumb over the hardened dark bud. He gasps into our kiss and I feel his heat washing over me.

Dee shifts and places me between his thighs, my back to his chest. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me deeply, as his hands roam my torso, undoing the soft plush robe I’m wearing. The fabric slips down my shoulders and pools between us.

I watch his dark hands travel over my frail body. I’m transfixed by every move. The care he puts into his exploration is maddening. My dick twitches and plumps out making my face hot with embarrassment. I don’t know why I’m ashamed. I want him, and I want Dee to see the evidence of my pure desire for him. But looking at his thick dark fingers taking gentle hold of my flushed cock makes me lose my mind.

I lean back, embedding myself in his powerful chest. I lift my hips in silent invitation and he drags the robe away from underneath my ass, then hurriedly gets rid of his own. Once all the barriers that separate us are taken care of, I can feel his arousal pressing to my back.

He is so fucking big and warm. He hasn’t asked to fuck me yet. I’m scared I’ll disappoint him. I was never good at it. It feels wrong, even imagining myself lying there, my eyes shut tight, waiting for Delorean to go through mechanical motions until he empties himself inside me.

His hips roll ever so slightly as he ruts into my body, kissing my shoulder gently.

My head falls back on his shoulder, and I bask in it. In the warmth and safety, that his body provides.

“Open your eyes,” he mutters as his luscious lips graze my ear.

I do and I regret it immediately. The blackness looming behind the thick glass is still there, heavier than before. My breath catches in my throat. I want to close my eyes again, but Dee firmly says, “Look at us. Only us, my love.”

And I do. I try. For him. For us.

I focus on our reflection, his powerful body encasing mine, his dark skin, a faint outline surrounding my slight, pale figure. He is like the night, falling softly over the world to provide it with a respite from the long day. Only the darkness he brings me doesn’t terrify me.

I see his arms moving, bringing me closer, running over me like shadows. He kisses my shoulder and looks up at us, meeting my eyes in the reflection of the glass walls.

He is magnificent. He is the night made just for me. The darkness in his soul fits me like a glove. I let it enchant me, bring me under its spell, where I hope to stay captive forever.

His warm fingers graze my nipples. He plays again and again with the raised flesh, pinching gently, rolling them between his fingers. The sensations are so erotic, I feel heat pooling in my belly again and my cock straining, begging for friction. I feel needy, so desperate for more.

He moves on to my abdomen, his fingers splayed wide, driving down my sides, down my hips. He pauses at my knees, and I part them for him willingly, as wide as I can, slumping slightly against him.

“Look at you,” Dee murmurs, his tone reverent, as he leans forward, kissing my hair. “Tell me what you want, my love.”

“I want to be good for you,” I mutter quietly.

Dee shakes his head and I see his pearly whites glint in our reflection, revealing a devilish smile. “All right. What do you think that entails?”

I want to look up into his eyes, but I’m embarrassed again. I hold his reflection gaze instead.

“Having sex. Real sex.”

Ever since that night I killed John, Dee has been pacing our intimacy to accommodate my recovery. His care overwhelms me, but I’ve been ready for weeks. I want him.

“Every single thing we’ve done is real sex,” he reassures me, but I feel the heat in his voice. The anticipation. I know he wants it just as much as I do.

“You know what I mean.” I try to hide my face in my palms, but he gently pries my hands away and kisses my cheek.

“Let’s try this again, shall we?” His tone is gentle, even if the question is teasing. “What doyouwant?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I blurt out, then shake my head. “No, I…I want to be… I want us to…I want to make love. For the first time. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.” This time he does allow me to turn my face back to his and look directly into his gorgeous black eyes.

“I love you, Anthony. I want you. Every part of you. But I need you to hear me, loud and clear, okay, little bird? Are you listening?”

I bob my head, just a little bit scared, but Delorean smiles reassuringly and kisses my nose.

“Use your words, Angel. You know I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Dee. I promise I’m listening.”