Shaw

This is probably a bad idea. I can't help feeling like this woman is somehow dangerous. But certain parts of me think she is also a really good idea, and they're winning the war. It was that damn tongue. I don't think I'd decided to take her offer until her tongue started laving the skin of my neck. Reason escaped me, then. I've never been so aroused by so little. I was enjoying the banter, sure, but I still didn't plan to do anything with her.

And yet, here I am, on the back of her motorcycle. Admittedly, watching her straddle the sleek machine, clad in those tight jeans and that leather jacket, I think I lost a few more brain cells. I didn't need convincing to climb on behind her, despite the safety hazard that is no helmet. But I rationalize it, because I want to see if she can fulfill her promise. I need to know if she can. My protests aside, I don't want to be disappointed. For once in my life, I don't think being proven wrong would be so bad.

I'm not even sure what it is about her that's getting to me so thoroughly. Her forwardness I appreciated. Her confidence, admired. But at what point did she go from an interesting diversion to a possible fuck buddy? I stand by my original claim that despite her resounding hotness and intriguing intensity, I'm not into women. But what should have disappointed her only encouraged her. She became adamant that despite my lack of sexual attraction to her, she could give me everything I need.

And then she licked me. Actually licked me, in a room full of people, like she had a right to touch. I should have punched her. I would have punched anyone else. But the only thing that came out of my mouth was an invitation. With a condition to it, but still. What. The. Fuck?

We're not far from my apartment. The intern throwing the party lives almost as close to the hospital as I do, and therefore, close to me. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. Maybe time to reconsider would clear my head.

But I don't have time, and when Root pulls up in front of my building, I still find that taking her inside is more appealing than going to bed alone.

I lead the way to my door, the air thick between us. As I'm unlocking it, she molds herself to my back, letting me feel every inch of her. I consider complaining, but she's warm and solid and it feels really good. Also, I'm not sure what will come out of my mouth if I open it. So I don't.

I push open the door and bring her inside with me. She's already got one hand up my shirt and the other working on the button to my jeans, and her mouth is back on my neck. Straight to the point, again.

I'm glad for it, but not quite so far gone as to give her free reign. So I yank her hands away from my body, whirl to face her, and shove her into the door. A gasp leaves her, but not one of pain. And her pupils have blown. I hope she meant it when she said it likes it rough. She seems like she does, and I know I do.

I reach out to hold her there by her throat, watch her nostrils flare, her mouth drop open. "I have three rules for you tonight. One, no small talk. Two, skip the foreplay. And three..." I yank her closer and finish lowly, "make me come at least twice before I even consider touching you."

She doesn't respond, forcing me to tighten my grasp on her delicate neck. "Understood?"

She smirks. "Thought you said no small talk?"

I growl and shove her back into the door. But I want her heat and her hands and her mouth, so I follow her to it, pressing her there. She moans as my body lines up with hers. I kiss her harshly.

It was to make a point. To remind her who was in charge. But she responds to my bite with a groan and renewed vigor of the battle between our tongues and she's squeezing my ass painfully tight and she bites back and I lose all sense of time. I don't care to make out before sex. It doesn't get me going, and most people are too sloppy at that point to bother. But I kiss her for long minutes, swallowing her little sounds, biting and sucking on her pretty lips until they're dark red and swollen, just because, well...it's good. She's good. She's not sloppy or rushed, she's not too soft, like I'd have guessed, and when she bites down, I feel a rush of heat I don't expect.

I wrap her leg around my waist, reaching behind me to unzip her boot. I toss it away and reach for her other leg. The loss of inches makes everything easier on me, bringing her down almost to my height. I'm able to kiss her harder, without having to stretch on my toes to do it. Root tugs roughly on my hair, forcing my head back to suck on my neck. As good as that feels, I said no foreplay, but then made out with her against the door. I'm sending mixed signals.

I force her leg up again, then the other side, wrapping her around me. She comes eagerly, her arms around my neck, and kisses me again. As I lift her to carry her into the bedroom - I rather like being able to pick her up and move her around - she forces a hand between us to tug on my shirt. She's just gotten it up when I stumble through my doorway. By the time I'm to the bed, her hand is on my breast, kneading it like she might take it with her. When I try to drop her onto the bed, she slides to the floor instead, those precious seconds allowing her to undo my bra with her free hand, and now two hands are mauling my chest.

"Lie down," she tells me, as if she is in charge. She bites my lip, my chin, then my jaw, whispering into my ear, "I'm going to eat your pussy."

I almost remind her, no foreplay. But then, she's supposed to be showing me what she can do, right? So I don't protest. Instead, I pull my shirt over my head, my loose bra going with. I expect her to attack my breasts again, now bare and easy to get to, but she doesn't. She spins me around and throws me to the mattress. I bounce once, stunned and turned on by her strength.

Root grins, climbing up to straddle me, smooth and confident. She's sexy, I'll give her that, but I'm still going to wait for her show me what she's got, not let her promises go to my head. Or, more accurately, my pussy, even if it's already throbbing. She kisses me once, harsh, panting, before darting down to take my nipple in her mouth. But she doesn't suckle, she bites. Hard.

I cry out before I can stop myself. The pain just adds to the ache between my legs, and I'm almost regretting my order to get right to business. I don't think I want her to know how wet I am.

Root looks up at me with a smirk, my nipple still in her mouth. She tugs it away from my body, drawing my breast taut. Her teeth flash at me before she releases, sending my breast ricocheting back into my chest. I wince.

"Need a safe word, gorgeous?"

"I thought I said no talking?" The words don't come out as intimidating as I mean them to. Not that she's been intimidated by me even once tonight.

She chuckles. "You didn't, actually, but okay." Her thigh spreads mine, pressing into my core. I have to fight not to let my eyes roll back at my head at the sudden release of pressure that was building there. She leans down again and soothes the bite with her tongue, making my breath hitch.

She surprises me once more. The other side doesn't get the same treatment. It doesn't get any treatment. She climbs off the bed entirely, her hands working to undo my jeans. I lean up on my elbows to watch her, keeping my hands to myself. She peels them off eagerly, a pleased grin breaking when she finds me commando. She doesn't even bother to look up at me. She throws the jeans aside, licking her lips, and reaches for my knees to spread them.

Root fits herself into that space, tugging me forward. I let her, hoping she's as good with that mouth for this as she is for kissing. I don't need the help, I'm already ready for her, but it's not like a warm, wet mouth down there is ever a bad thing. I'll let her play for a moment before I make her get on with it and really fuck me. I'm more than ready to come.

She wastes no time. With one hand she spreads me open, leaning forward to work her tongue inside me. I bite back the hiss that wants to escape my mouth. Oh fuck. She's so hot, her mouth a moist furnace against me. She sighs as she digs her tongue inside me, her other hand keeping my legs spread. I catch myself squeezing my breasts as she wiggles inside me and immediately stop. I lay back on the bed, digging my hands into my hair to distract myself.

She is good. And that long tongue goes deep. I swallow my own moans, not wanting to encourage her. Her tongue leaves my hole and ventures up to my clit, but doesn't make contact. She flits around it, creating little flutters of sensation, but no real pleasure. I'm pretty sure it's on purpose. I'd guess she can find a clit, unlike some people, and is choosing not to. Instead, she continues to wiggle that tongue into every other crevice, her hot breath following as an added tease. I consider touching myself, but if she really brings me to that point, it'll be right before I throw her out. I wait.

Root goes back to lapping at my entrance, sucking down every little bit of moisture that trickles out of me. I resist the impulse to press my hips up into her face. Maybe later, when I'm riding her smug smirk to another orgasm. The idea of straddling her pretty face while I get myself ready for her fingers sends an unexpected rush of liquid from my body, and she drinks that, too, moaning into my flesh. The vibrations tease my neglected clit.

After an age, she raises her head and finally runs her tongue all the way up, scraping over that sensitive nub. My mouth drops open, but I manage to keep any sound from being released. I hear her sigh, her hands flexing against my skin, and then she runs her tongue over me again. Liquid warmth gathers in my stomach, liking her movements. Her long licks become shorter, little flicks over my clit, and it's that strumming that really gets me going. I bite my lip, my eyes closing against the sensations swamping me. I really want to come, but damn, I don't want that mouth to stop working. Again, I decide to let her play a little longer. I can come later, I just want her to keep doing that.

The rhythmic tongue wiggling only stops when she sucks on my clit. Hard. A groan finally escapes me, torn from me by the intense suction below. Her hands crawl up my body, abandoning my thighs for my breasts. I'm disappointed that she seems to be dragging it out, but my nipples appreciate the attention.

More tongue flicking, and I have to fight the need to rock against her face. I'm closer than I expected, and I'm pretty sure if she stuck a couple of fingers inside me right now, I really will come. But I fight it, only to have her face leave my sex altogether. I nearly push her back down, before remembering I want her fingers inside me, finally pushing me over the edge, not more teasing.

Root doesn't even look at me, too focused on what she plans to do next. I don't look at her, either. So I don't see it coming when she spits on my clit. Before I can even guess, her hand is dropping to run a marathon over my clit, the sudden wet friction making me cry out. Her head drops to delve her tongue back inside me.

My orgasm hits so fast, I never see it coming. My back arches off the bed, a scream caught in my throat. She manages to keep her hand thrumming despite my thrashing, though she has to abandon tonguing me for sucking as I gush into her mouth. It goes on for longer than I anticipated, too, drawn out by her continued attention. I'm accustomed to I-got-her-there-and-now-I'm-done type of action, so to feel her work me through my orgasm is...well, it's fantastic. Not entirely new, but not something I've experienced often. Her determination to make this worth my while is admirable. I suddenly find that I appreciate it very much.

My body begins to calm again, warm and flush and sated. It's temporary, one orgasm is never enough for me, but for now, I just feel good. But I should have known she isn't the type for breaks. That tongue meets my clit again, making my hips jerk. She's gentle, respecting my temporary sensitivity, just bathing it gently in soft, soothing strokes. I can't say I mind, even if it borders on too much.

I expect her to ask. If it's good enough. If she's good enough. Which I have no intention of answering. Or she will tease me, smug and confident. But she doesn't say a word. One minute I'm bathing in aftershocks, heightened by her tongue, and the next, I'm feeling a finger worm its way inside me.

A soft groan leaves me. An answering groan vibrates into me from her, waking up the entire lower half of my body. One of her hands is still on my breast, alternating rough squeezes with harsh twists of my nipple. Pretty sure I'm going to be thoroughly bruised before morning. The other hand, now working a second finger inside me, thrusts slowly, stretching me. My thighs widen to accommodate her, my body singing at finally being filled.

This time, I do rise up to watch her. I'm honestly amazed to have come, not because she did it to me, it was pretty obvious by the time we got here that she just does something for me, but that she did it with just her mouth. That I did not expect. And I want to watch her work this time. But my arms are shaking, trembling from pleasure and the need for more, and I can't enjoy it the way I want to.

So I pull away, regretfully, ignoring her sounds of protest. I pull her up onto the bed after me, repositioning myself on a couple of pillows. I gesture for her to continue. A happy smile breaks on her face. She dives back down so fast I almost pull away at the first touch of her mouth. But damn... I sink back, savoring her wet heat.

I like looking down and seeing her between my legs. Her perfect curls are messy and wild, and every time her pink lips close around my clit, a jolt runs down my spine to land right between my legs.

She's still dressed, though, a fact that suddenly bothers me. Not because I care what she gets out of this, but because I want to see her naked. The sudden desire takes me back a little. But I can't deny it's true. I want to see all of her. How much better would her ass look from here if it wasn't covered in denim?

She brings me back to her by slowly running her tongue up the length of my sex, eyes closed. When she gets to the stop, she stops and opens her eyes to look at me. They're dark and full of heat and it makes my heart skip a beat. "My god, you taste amazing," she gushes, her hot breath a bath for my sensitive nerves. She grins up at me, hungry for more. "Mm, again. You're gonna come for me again."

I've been told to come before. Commanded, by men used to being listened to. It doesn't really do much for me. But my body lights up at her words, my pussy already leaking more lubrication. It's not a command, it's a statement. Just simple fact. And that, strangely, does more for me than any command ever could.

Also...she does it for me.

Her fingers slide back inside me, wiggling and twisting together, making my stomach clench. I bite my lip again to keep in the sounds that want to pour out of me. I've never wanted so badly to let loose noise I normally have no problem internalizing, if I feel it at all.

Root looks up at me from under long lashes, her mouth taking a brief break as her fingers work inside me. I stare down into her eyes, letting her see how much I like exactly what she's doing. She smiles, but this once, it's not smug or self-satisfied. It's just pleased, I think. Like she's genuinely enjoying making me feel good.

I roll my hips and tell her, "Three, make it three."

She bites her lip distractingly, looking down at her progress as she makes room for another finger. My body opens up readily, eager for this new invasion. I can't believe how wet I am. It's ridiculous, considering how little effort she's even put in so far.

She twists her fingers, entwining them together inside me, looking up at me to gauge my reaction. My eyes roll back, my hips thrusting down into her hand. Her mouth returns to my skin, finding my thigh and digging in teeth. I grunt and arch my back. She bites another spot. And another. Bruises start to form everywhere her mouth touches, and with each snap of teeth or hard suck, a pulse hits my pussy. I can feel another orgasm building and I chase it eagerly.

I can't keep my eyes open anymore. I forgo trying to hold back. I don't care, so long as she gives me the fantastic orgasm I can feel just out of reach. One of my hands clutches the pillow by my head, the other finding her hair and holding on for dear life. I'm amazed when a fourth finger inches into me. "Fuck," I hiss. I'm wet enough to allow it, but it's almost painful in comparison. I grip her harder, my whole body shaking.

And then the same finger pulls away, leaving me to clamp down on the remaining three like a vice. As she twists them again, that fourth one trails up my ass. I don't have time to react. She pushes against me, forcing my body to open to her. She only makes it as far as her first knuckle before I'm coming.

I'm vaguely aware of rolling, my thighs clamped around her head, bringing her with me as I thrash. I think I yell something, too, likely swear words, but possibly something completely unintelligible. I can't tell through the white noise roaring in my ears.

I don't lose consciousness. More like the world ceases to exist beyond this bed. I don't even care.

I feel Root roll me onto my back again. I feel her crawl over me, kissing and licking her way up my body. I feel my pussy pulse in response, like it's tied to her. I hear myself moan.

"You are so fucking hot. I love your face when you come. I love the way you sound. You are amazing." Her own kisses interrupt her quiet praises, being placed all over my body. "I could do this all night."

There is the drag of skin-on-skin, and it sets me on fire. She hasn't gotten undressed in the last few minutes, but I feel her hot stomach against mine. She must have pulled her shirt up out of the way for more contact.

I need her. I yank her up to kiss me, sighing when her tongue slips into my mouth. I drink her hungrily, ignoring my own juices coating her face and the inside of her mouth. She moans, rolling our hips together. Yeah, the no make-out rule is stupid, I decide. Because this, with her tongue fighting mine as I push into her mouth, her hands tugging my hair roughly, and her hips pushing me into the bed, I can't find a problem with this.

Our mouths stay attached until neither of us can breathe. I pull away first, dragging my lips down her neck. Using her hair to tug her upward as I slide down, I scrape teeth over her collarbone and then bite down on her Adam's apple. She lets out a guttural sound and rolls against me again.

I feel her hand working in between us, trying to get to the apex of my thighs. Ready for more, I open my legs for her. Two fingers enter me again, instantly curling upwards. I make a strange sound against her neck, my hips thrusting in response. She giggles, doing it again. And again. Like this, her palm is pressing into my clit, adding to the sensations. With the rubbing on both sides, I'm sure I'm going to come again. She rolls her hips, pushing her fingers deeper. Those thrusts steadily get harder, enhancing the effect her hand is having, her fingers still curling into my G-spot.

It doesn't take long. I tell her 'Don't stop' and 'Harder' and she complies to each demand. I clutch her to me as I come again, screaming. At least it isn't her name. She'd love that.

I have to force her to stop touching me. It's too much. I watch through bleary eyes as she licks her fingers clean. Shit. Yeah. Okay. This is happening. I'm so going to fuck to her.

She smirks down at me. "How's three?"

Maybe if I start now, she'll shut up? She'd better. Instead of answering her, I pull her shirt off. She sits up to straddle me, taking the hint. She's eager to help me divest her of her clothing.

In a sudden surge of energy, I throw her off me. I knock her onto her back and start pulling her tight pants off. She laughs when I struggle with them, but I don't care. I feel mad with the need to touch her. As soon as the offending denim is clear, I'm running both hands up her smooth legs. She's tight, more muscled than I expected. And feeling those muscles bunch and roll under her satin skin is heady.

I keep my hands moving, all the way up her body until they're buried in her hair again. My body follows, sliding up hers like a snake. I watch her breathing speed, her pupils enlarge, feel drunk on lust.

But I don't kiss her. As badly as I want to, I only pause at her mouth. I'm not worried about making her come. Just because I've never had sex with a woman before doesn't mean I can't figure it out. I catch on to things fast and I'm a perfectionist. I will make her scream.

I hold for a moment longer before dropping my mouth to hers. My tongue is instantly in her mouth, seeking her out. She moans, long and low, and one of those lengthy legs curls around my hip. The slide of her soft skin is intoxicating. I grind down against her, enjoying her naked body under mine.

I'm still aching with this new need to touch her, though. I can only hold out for so long. And as good as her kisses are, I just need more than a little bump and grind. I sit up, spreading her legs in the same motion. I pause. It's not like I haven't seen another woman's vagina before. I'm a doctor, for fuck's sake. But I've never seen one in my bed, aroused and waiting to be touched. I can see how wet she is, turned on by touching me. The idea that eating me out has done this to her is...intoxicating. It's not as weird as I might have expected. Just hot. I've barely even touched her yet.

My hands travel up her thighs of their own accord, tired of my looking. I want to touch. But Root sits up, impeding my progress. I'm about to shove her back to the mattress when she kisses me, distracting me for a moment.

That precious half second is all she needs. Next thing I know, I'm flat on my back with her naked form on top of me. Not an altogether unpleasant place to be, but not what I was going for.

"And here I thought you wanted me to touch you," I growl, not sure if I'm more annoyed or turn on. She really is strong. Fast, too.

She laughs again. "Oh, I do. And you will. But when and how I say."

"Root," I say threateningly, glaring up at her.

She grins down at me, eyes twinkling, even in the dim light. "Yes, Sameen?"

I grit my teeth for a long moment, deciding whether to throw her off of me. I could, if I wanted to. And I think she knows it. But I want to see what she plans to do next. "Are you going to get on with it?" I finally hiss.

Her smirk widens. "Oh, we're just getting started." And then she kisses me, wholly in control. She's a good kisser, but it's the dominance in the act that gets me wet again. I don't let her know that, though. She grinds down against me, spread her heat and wetness all over my abs. I can't stop the groan from leaving my lips. The need to touch her flairs up once more. But her grip on my wrists is strong and I can't break free yet. I strain against her hold anyway, trying to get my hands on skin. I get nowhere.

She licks me suddenly, drawing a line up my jaw. She laps at my lips, never entering my mouth. It's not even a kiss. But my body thrums at her eagerness, content to be licked like a lollipop. Sick fucker. Her tongue traces farther down, making lines on my neck. She sucks at my Adam's apple, at the base of my throat, bites the upper curve of one breast. I already have so many bruises from her, but I'm happy to take more.

Root's mouth continues to move down. She can't go far without loosening or losing her hold on me. I intend to make her lose it. She readjusts, looking to move my hands down by my side. I buck at her at the same time that I slip free from her grasp. She bites down in retaliation, making me cry out.

But she's faster than I gave her credit for. My freedom is brief, so brief that I barely register it. I'm pinned to the bed again without even fully realizing what she's done. What the fuck?

Now that she has my hands by my side, she's free to move further down, sucking on my breasts for dear life as her knees spread my thighs. She pauses, arching up to look down at me. She's grinning, smug and happy. "I was right."

"About what?" I immediately regret taking the bait.

"About you being the sexiest woman I have ever seen."

I roll my eyes. "Bet you say that to all the girls."

She shakes her head, an impish smile on her lips. But I believe her when she says, "No, actually. I'm not so great with compliments. Especially not false ones." Her eyes trace over my body like she can feel me in her hands and in her mouth as she does it. "But you are perfect."

I can't say I have any issue with the praise, despite hating compliments. It's nice to be appreciated. The seeming involuntary thrusts of her hips into the bed only add to that, and it makes my clit throb. That I turn her on is a heady feeling. I lick my lips.

She rolls her body into me, dragging her breasts from my pussy to my chest, the rest of her body following. It's a show of sexy, the feeling of her bare skin sliding over mine only turning me on more. I swallow roughly. If she doesn't let me touch her soon, I'm going to do it myself, screw what she wants.

She sighs, her eyes fluttering closed, as our pussies meet in the middle. She grinds herself against me, smearing our shared juices. I'm not going to lie, it's hot. But I'm still dying to get my hands on that creamy, perfect skin. I'm going to leave as many marks on her as she has on me. My teeth tingle, my mouth watering.

Her eyes meet mine again, heavy-lidded and dark. "How am I doing so far?" She licks her lips. "Ready to throw me out yet?"

"Thinking about it," I snap.

Another laugh. "Perhaps I can persuade you to let me stay a little longer." Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, making me bite my own. She rises up again, coming to straddle my hips. "Do you want to touch me?" I don't answer. "I want you to touch me." One of her hands shifts, bringing our joined extremities to her thigh. "I could come just from making you come, but I'd much rather do it with you inside me." It's embarrass how wet I get at her saying that. The hand on my wrist guides me between her legs. Finally. "Have I earned that? Will you make me come, baby?" My fingers graze her warmth, feel how wet she is.

The one who moans is me. I underestimated just how good she would feel. She's so hot, as hot as her mouth, and just as wet. Every instinct inside of me is demanding that I claim her. And I have no desire to fight it. She allows me to move, to slide deeper. I slip a finger down to her entrance and push inside of her.

Fuck

Hot

Wet

Tight

Perfect

Fuck

I don't expect the way her pussy pulls me in, like it has a mind of it's own. Or the way her walls clamp down on my finger, as if to keep it. I don't expect how wet she is, how it feels to be surrounded by her softness, gooey and warm. And we give this feeling away to guys for free?

My standards for a fuck buddy just went up. A lot.

Root finally releases my wrist, giving me the freedom to do what I want, but outlines my hand with her own. She helps slip a second finger inside her. Only, it's not my finger, it's hers. We're fingering her together and it's oddly erotic.

"Oh god," she moans. "You feel so good inside me." She bites her lip.

I couldn't speak if I wanted to. I'm too busy stroking her, oh so slowly, getting used to all the new sensations. My head swims. If I had tried to guess, I'd have assumed it would feel like touching myself. It doesn't. It's completely different and I'm obsessed with it.

Root moans again, something unintelligible. "Fuck." She gasps, a small laugh present in the sound, and adds, "I don't think...I'm gonna last." She inhales sharply. "Which is slightly humiliating," she hisses, "but damn." Her head is tossed back as her hips really start to ride our fingers.

Okay, I wanted to do the touching, but watching her ride both of our hands to orgasm is incredible. She is the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I love watching her just take what she wants. Her confidence just adds to her sexiness.

She continues to guide my finger inside her, showing me where to stroke. I know it's the right spot when her mouth falls open and her whole body convulses. A high-pitched moan leaves her lips and a lower one follows from my own. She does it again, and again. Her hips begin to pick up speed, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

But as much as we're both enjoying this, I just can't let her have all the power. I jerk my other hand free, sit up swiftly, and bite down on her breast the way she bit me. I don't expect her to freeze, her inner walls clamping down and convulsing. She screams soundlessly, seizing in the arm I have wrapped around her to keep her close.

I am not a reciprocal partner in bed. I don't care to make it fun for you, so long as I get what I came for. I do the bare minimum, take mine, and jet. But watching her come makes me rethink that strategy. She is sex personified, and being the one making her scream is thrilling. I want to do it again. Never before have I derived so much pleasure from making someone else come, gotten so wet watching their face as it takes them. But I'm soaked and hot and I can't resist biting down again, feeling her pulse throb against my tongue. I don't let go until that pounding of her heart begins to slow.

I keep her close, enjoying the way her sweat-slick skin slides over mine. In this moment, I decide that hard muscles and a thick cock aren't everything. Because her softness draws me in like a magnet, filling me with the urge to cover every inch of her with my body. The press of her small, pert breasts against mine makes me want to bite again, my mouth aching like it can't go without it for long. And the way her body pulses around the finger still inside her, her fluids running down my already flooded hand, all I can think is more.

Root turns my face up so she can kiss me. It's harder than I expect, a vicious, thrilled, possessive kiss. I groan lowly.

"God, I knew you were going to be a fun ride." I might take offense to that, if I wasn't thinking of her the same way. After all, that's what this is: a fun ride. And I'm going to milk it for all I can get.

Root pulls me back to her, again, murmuring into my mouth, "Now...ready to learn to eat pussy?"

I growl at her smirk and she just laughs. I can end that right fast. I flip her around suddenly, throwing her to the mattress. As her body bounces from the impact, I slap her wrist into the handcuffs tucked away on the headboard. I find her still grinning at me, eyes shining like she loves this game. Her teeth graze her lower lip and then she's telling me, "I was hoping we'd get to try these."

I don't know if that's wishful thinking or if she actually guessed I had handcuffs ready and waiting, but I don't care. She won't be laughing for long. On the contrary, I'll make her scream. And when I'm done, she'll have to redefine 'eating pussy' for future reference.

Root

As much as I want to wake her up for a morning round, even I know when I've pushed a boundary. I broke her down rather successfully, and was well rewarded for my effort. But no matter how many times I made her come, she wasn't going to wake up and roll over for a good morning kiss.

In fact, if I pegged her right, she'd kick me the fuck out. For the same reason any other woman might want more in the morning. She could be anywhere from regretful to pissed, but it wouldn't be pretty for me.

So rather than wait to see which version of her I get, I slip out after she falls asleep. I'm exhausted and my legs don't quite want to hold me, but I manage to get dressed again without making a sound. I glance back before I leave the room. She is spread out on the bed, still completely naked, and dear heavens I wish she was more than a one-night woman. But she isn't, and I already decided not to be around when she woke.

Which is why I am climbing back onto my motorcycle just before dawn, when I'd much rather be sleeping. The ride to my apartment isn't long, but I draw it out to compensate for my exhaustion. Better to take it slow than get into an accident.

I collapse into my own bed, foregoing the shower for now. Gross, but I don't care.

I dream of her. I can feel her, as if she is in my bed, hear her voice in my ear. She is harsh and sarcastic and mocking and so real. I'm almost disappointed to wake up alone.

It's the middle of the afternoon now. I hate sleeping in the middle of the day, but it wouldn't be the first time nor the hundredth. It's not uncommon for me to get caught up in work and not realize it until the next day. I've gotten so used to it, in fact, that I've developed a system. A cold shower, because a hot one will make me want to go back to bed. Then, while coffee brews, I munch a bar of dark chocolate. Strong and bitter, and it wakes me up almost as much as the coffee. I follow it with a cup of black coffee, drunk quickly, before making up a second. This one is sweeter, and drunk more slowly, more for the pleasure of my tastebuds than the caffeine rush. Breakfast is cream cheese french toast slathered in pure maple syrup.

By the time I've completed this ritual, I hardly feel different from any other day. A slight headache lingers, but I'm able to ignore it. I need to. I have work to do. My time in this city is almost over. It feels like I just arrived, but in reality, this job has taken longer than most. It's best if I push on and wrap it up.

My mind wants to focus on the woman who consumed my evening. It begs me to lie in bed and relieve every moment of our encounter. If I can't have more, I want that much. But I've always been very focused, and today is no exception, fabulous sex or no. I can fantasize later.

Its hours before I take a break. I'm not convinced I'll be done today after all. And if that's the case... I don't let myself finish the thought. Not yet. Even if it's time to go, I can't rush her. It needs time to sit. Like a seed, germinating in fresh soil. If I contact Sameen now, I'll just get turned down, I'm sure of it.

No, I'm not giving up yet. Leaving this morning felt a lot like losing something, but it's not over until I move away. It's just a waiting game. I will buckle down and focus on work, and she will be thinking of me. And before I have to leave, then and only then will I contact her.

And it will be me that makes that move. I already know that. I left my number on her nightstand, but pride won't let her use it, even if she considers it. All the more reason I need to wait. I waited last night to approach her, let curiosity take root first. Now I need for want to set in. Now that we've been together, now that we know what the chemistry between us can produce, I just need to give her time to want more.

I'm banking a lot on her having her enjoyed herself as much as I did. But it's not a guess. She might be emotionless in her everyday life, but she wasn't last night. Even if her body didn't betray her in orgasms, it gave me so much more. I know how to read a woman's body. I know fake sounds of enjoyment from the real ones. I know all the subtle cues, all the little giveaways. At first, she tried to hide them. It might have been amusing, if I wasn't otherwise engaged. After her third orgasm, though, it was game over. That was when the real fun began.

Eventually, I'm forced to give up on work. There's just too much to do if I want it done well, and I know no other way to do things, to finish it all today. I shut down the computer and fire off a text. The response is immediate.

I switch out my empty coffee mug for a wine glass. I order in dinner. I run a hot bubble bath. By the time the food is at my door, the bath is ready. I leave the meal on the counter for now, slipping out of my robe. I take my wine into the bathroom with me, slipping into the hot water. It soothes my aching muscles, immediately making me sleepy.

Thoughts of her consume me once more. With my mind no longer occupied, the heat surrounding me, and the alcohol working its way into my system, it's inevitable. This time, I welcome the thoughts.

Sameen Shaw. Easily the most intriguing woman I have ever met. And sexy as hell. I never could have resisted her last night, but now I crave her. I will do anything for more.

I slip deeper into the water. I barely notice my hand drifting over my body as the memory of her screams sound in my ears. I remember the way she grew wetter when I bit down. She loved my teeth. Never before have I let loose like that. I gave in to every urge I've ever had, never worrying for a moment that it was too much or too rough. It was so freeing. And better yet, she gave it right back to me. I have more bruises than I can count, and at least two places in which she drew blood. I've never been so satisfied.

But it was one night. And I have so much more I want to do to her and with her. I take a sip of wine and allow myself to dip into a fantasy.

It starts with her on top of me. I loved the weight of her on top of me. Nothing beat topping her, with her thick thighs around my head, my hips, tangling with my legs. But I loved the way she felt, pressing me into the mattress.

She's looking down on me with those fierce eyes, strong and in control, and I'm instantly wet. My hand ghosts over my bare sex. Her hands are on my shoulders, holding me down. It leaves my hands free to roam. I imagining running them over her body. She's slick with sweat, hot to the touch, and as my hands slide over her skin, she arches down into my body. I savor the press of her, feel the streak of wetness she leaves on my thigh.

"Do you want me to touch you?" she taunts.

I bite down on my lower lip. "Yes," I tell her. "Please."

She smirks, pleased with the hint of begging. Not that I will make it easy on her. But nor am I opposed to telling her what she wants to hear.

Her lips graze mine. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

I huff out a breath. "Yes." I raise an eyebrow at her. "Don't you want to kiss me?"

She doesn't answer. I already know, but I want her to give in, and I will egg her on until I get what I want. Yeah, she wants to kiss me. And she will.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"You know I do. But if you're not up to the task, I can take over."

She chuckles, pressing me harder, squeezing tighter. I love when she's domineering. I slip my hand deeper in the water, working a finger inside myself.

"You wish," she tells me darkly.

I smile up at her. It's my fantasy, beautiful. I roll her in my mind, and when I land on top of her, she's stretched over the mattress on her stomach, her feet hanging toward the floor. Her hands are above her head, conveniently tied together and restrained with a bedpost. I run my tongue up her spine, feel her tense. "I do wish, actually." She growls back at me. I have a chuckle at her expense.

"You snooze, you lose," I whisper in her ear before biting down. She doesn't appreciate the tease, but neither did I.

I imagine bending down, sliding to my knees behind her. I remember how she smelled, so vividly that I have no trouble conjuring up the memory. And now she is dripping for me, a trail of wetness down her inner thigh. I press my face between her legs to lap up that moisture. She vibrates when I reach her pussy, though I don't linger.

My own pussy quivers against my hand. What I wouldn't give to taste her again...

When I stand up again, I have straps around my hips and a silicone cock to press against her round ass. I lean back over her. "Now, about that fucking."

"You're doing far more talking than I ever was," she snarls.

I just laugh. I bend my knees so the cock slips between her legs. I thrust slowly, saturating the thick length in her juices. "Yeah. But I'll still fuck you real good." I dig teeth into her shoulder.

"Taking too long. Starting to doubt you're anything but big talk."

I push the tip of the cock into her, feel her stretch around it. She hisses. "Just big talk?" She doesn't answer. I press deeper. "Oh, baby, you have no idea what I have to offer." She arches her back, lifting her ass for me. I sink further in. "Patience is a virtue, you know. Better yet, a reward unto itself."

I can't help my eagerness. I want to feel her. I press harder, too quickly, feel her tense. But she doesn't try to pull away or stop me. She pushes back against me. An excited breath escapes me. I rise up, pressing my hands into the small of her back. And I slam into her.

The cry that escapes her lips is music to my ears, drowning out the slap of my pelvis and thighs against her ass. I pause for only a moment, taking in the feel of her warm skin, the curve of her against me. But she isn't the only one impatient. I want to pound her into oblivion.

Water jostles around me, startling me. I thrust a second finger as I imagined thrusting into her. I don't care if I make a mess, though. I close my eyes and sink back into the fantasy, rolling my hips against my hand in tandem with the imagined roll of my hips into her ass. Sameen pushes back, meeting my thrusts. Soon, there is nothing but grunts and panting and the slap of skin-on-skin. I slam into her without pause, as hard as I can. My thighs and ass and back burn from the strain.

Her sounds grow louder, the movement of her body sloppy. She's close. I spread her legs further, reaching around one lifted leg to find her clit. It only takes one. I pinch that hard nub and feel her lose herself.

I come with her, curling my fingers inside myself and crying out her name.

My soft pants accompany the sloshing water, lapping gently against the sides of the tub. I glance around. Whoops. A small price to pay, however. Just the memory of her is powerful.

I slide my fingers from my body, feel the sensitivity from my orgasm. And from last night. I'm going to be sore for days. I will savor every ache, every pull of tense muscles. They will sustain me, and these fantasies, until the time is right.