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that made him.
    He shifted position, moving closer.
    I grunted as the weight of him pushed him
even deeper.
    Pausing, he leaned forward, his lips barely
touching mine, his eyes still on mine as he started to gyrate. In
and then out, to the side and back again, deeper and deeper still,
withdrawing only to slip back in, the dance continuing,
unstoppable.
    It was driving me crazy.
    I panted, my breath coming in gasps and quiet
groans, my body trembling.
    And he watched me, his eyes narrow with lust,
sweat rolling down his temples and onto his cheeks, his lips moist
as his breathed, slowly, steadily, controlling his passion.
    My legs started to shake.
    "Oh my god," I said, my wrists fighting
his.
    "Wait," he whispered as he slowed his pace.
"Wait."
    I bit my lip and whimpered. I wouldn't cum.
Not yet.
    I focused on my breath. Ignored the blessed
chaos he was causing. Ignored the juices rolling from me like a
fountain. Or the intoxicating scent of our sex filling the air.
    He was moving slowly now. Almost not moving
at all, in fact, his hardness throbbing deep within me, hot and wet
and thick.
    I caught my breath and relaxed. Tried to
ignore my heart racing or my body still trembling. Or the tears
that threatened to spill from my eyes.
    Moving closer, he rubbed his nose against
mine. Briefly. Our lips still not touching as he continued to watch
me.
    He plunged deep.
    "Yes!" I almost screamed, my head back and my
eyes closed.
    Grabbing my hair, he jerked my head forward
to face him.
    "Open," he said, his voice almost sharp.
    He quickly moved, gathering my wrists in one
hand, his large fist easily gripping me, my arms now above my head,
as with his other hand, he held my hair, his eyes on mine.
    "Do not close."
    I nodded.
    "Please," I begged. "Please."
    A small smile graced his lips.
    He picked up the pace. My legs trembled. He
stopped. I writhed beneath him. He smiled. He gyrated slowly. My
breath grew ragged. He stopped again. I begged. Again.
    And all the while he watched me, our eyes
locked.
    "Now, yes?" he then whispered.
    I nodded.
    Oh god yes, please.
    He moved in me. No longer teasing or calm or
gentle, these movements were impatient, quick, desperate. His need
to fill me now stronger than his desire to torture.
    "Wait," he said, the word thick with desire
as my legs shook.
    I bit my lip. Again. Counted backwards from
one hundred as I watched the ceiling. Anything I could think of to
not cum. To wait.
    And then he groaned, his eyes on mine,
helpless and needy and powerless as he buried himself deep,
spilling inside me. His hardness now impossibly hard and thick and
hot. His body tensing as his muscles jerked and twitched, his own
wave rolling through him once, twice, three, four times, the pants
and gasps and sighs hot against my skin as they filled the dark
room.
    I pushed my hips against him, now desperate
for my own release, the thump-thump-thump reaching from my toes all
the way to the top of my head.
    "Wait," he said again as he rested, catching
his breath.
    "Mikalo," I whispered. "Please, let me
--"
    My hips moved against him again.
    He quickly moved from me, withdrawing
completely and, flipping onto his back, brought me to lie on top of
him, this gorgeous god now beneath me.
    Drawing me close, he looked deep into my
eyes.
    "Now I am yours," he said. "Do what you
will."
     
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    I rocked slowly, his length filling me as I
sat, my hands resting on his chest.
    His fingers gently toyed with my nipples, the
large, soft palms occasionally skirting down my torso to my hips to
grip and guide before returning to tease the sensitive flesh.
    "Behind your head," I whispered.
    Reluctantly he put his hands behind his head,
his biceps large and sculpted and shining with sweat in the dark of
the room, the round nipples dark, the muscles of his chest
firm.
    He started to speak.
    "Quiet," I said.
    He bit his lip, his brows knitting in
frustration.
    I continued to move, shifting position and
changing pace, my body