19. Morning Sex? Yes.
Chapter nineteen
Morning Sex? Yes.
Ione
Waking up to him rubbing his dick along my thigh is a pleasant feeling. His lower hands are on my waist, the upper hands run up and down my spine. "Awake?" He asks gruffly.
"Somewhat." I mumble, enjoying his touch. "You want to wake me up?"
He chuckles, dark and low. The covers shift and Athanasius slips under, turning me onto my back. His mouth attaches to me, and I suck in a breath. "Easy tiger."
He grunts, and that split tongue gets to work on me like he's being paid seven figures.
My stomach lurches with every tongue swipe, and tingles of pleasure race up my spine, into my brain and my body instantly relaxes.
As my thighs clamp together on his head, Athanasius growls, trapping my clit between his tongue, flicking both sides until I'm grabbing his hair.
I'm hoarse by the time I finish screaming, he caught me up twice.
From under the blankets, Athanasius emerges, looking victorious. He winks at me and pulls my arms so that I'm sitting up. "I want you to see what I see."
"What?"
He points to my mirror that he's situated at the foot of my bed. He positions me on my hands and knees, sitting behind me, his hands move over every swell and curve of my body. Athy is staring at me in the mirror, and I smirk, turning my face away.
"No, rabbit." He lifts my head. "Look at me…watch as I lavish my affection on you."
He grazes his mouth over my ass, biting down just enough to make me wince.
His fingers glide between my nether lips and I shiver in response.
He smiles, dipping his finger into me. He curves them just enough to touch that sweet spot, and instantly my chest touches the mattress while I hike my ass up.
"Good rabbit," He coos. "Pretty rabbit."
He slides behind me, positioning himself so that his cock is lined right up.
He pressed in slow, and now it's his top dick that slides hard and throbbing against my clit.
Athanasius covers me with his body as he slides himself in to the hilt.
I can't breathe. My hands grip the sheets, and he growls in my ear.
I feel his hands circle around my wrists pinning me to the bed, and holding my waist making sure I don't move.
"You're tight, rabbit." He growls, licking the shell of my ear. "Resisting me, why?"
"I'm not." I breathe out, closing my eyes. "You're too big."
"Nonsense," He grumbles. "Open your eyes woman, look at me when I speak to you."
I hate when he gets all: 'I am a Primordial, hush human,' but—when he's giving me commands, praising me?
I swoon a little. So, obeying him, I open my eyes, all four stare back at me.
He licks his lips, and winks his two rights eyes right as he swivels his hips to the left.
I shudder, and moan, I truly didn't think he could go deeper.
"That's my good girl," He kisses the back of my head. "Doesn't that feel better?"
I have to come, it's right there. I can't take this sensation building in my body like a coiled spring, pressed tight, all this energy has to go somewhere.
"Now watch yourself," He coos. "Look how flush your face is when I move to the left."
Thrust.
Swivel.
Thrust.
I'm not talking about pulling out and slamming in. No, it's a minute movement where he slides back an inch, I feel the pressure, and then he slides in, and my skin tightens. My teeth ache. My heart races.
"Watch how your mouth opens when I move to the right." Damn, it does. "Stick out that pretty tongue, my human."
His chest is pressed close to my back, our faces right next to each other, and Athy sticks his tongue out rubbing it against mine.
I have to come, Athanasius knows what he's doing.
His fingers dig into my hips, slamming my body back into him.
Have you ever had a dick in your womb? That feeling of fullness that makes you melt into a mans hands while he's long dicking the hell out of you? That's me right now.
"I'm close." I pant. "Just like that."
He rubs his forehead on my back, wrapping his lower arms around my waist, the upper ones are cutting off my circulation from how hard he's holding me. "I can feel it." He breathes against my spine. "Come, pretty rabbit, I crave how you clench around me."
I've only squirted once. The first time I used my rose was life changing.
I was addicted to that thing for a good two weeks.
The first time I used it I came so hard I nearly knocked myself out.
The second time, I squirted and scared myself in the process.
This time, I did it and the combination of Athanasius breathing and moaning in my ear, his weight on me, and his dick rubbing the hell out of my clit made for a scream that nearly had me coughing after.
"I am hungry," Athanasius groans as he slowly pulls out of me leaving his trail of dark shimmering seed. "What are we eating today?"
"Is that all you ever think about?" I pant, catching my breath, laying face down on my bed. "Let me ask a more pertinent question." I say while rubbing my thighs together. His seed is slippery, and soft.
"No." He answers, slapping a hand on my ass before kneading it. "You will not create life from my seed."
Rolling over, I prop my head up and stare at him. "How'd you know I was going to ask?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Rabbit, do not insult my intelligence.
" He sighs, chest still moving up and down.
"This is all human women worry about. It is either, carrying the child of inferior males or males they harbor no emotional connection with.
" He clears his throat. "Or becoming pregnant by a being far greater than you and not controlling the offspring. "
Well that's fucking rude. "I never said we didn't have an emotional connection."
He continues to stare at me. "Rabbit, when you wish to carry my offspring, I will make it so. You do not wish it."
No, I wouldn't want to have a baby…with four arms? I'm gonna love my kid regardless, but I do wonder about the birthing logistics of this. "I hate that you say it like that."
Athanasius rolls his eyes and stands up stretching his arms. "What do you want me to say?
Hm? What does my rabbit wish for me to do?
" He cracks his knuckles and walks into the bathroom turning on the shower.
Reappearing, he leans against the bathroom door.
"I will not beg you to do what you do not wish.
I have no need to procreate either. As I exist," He points at himself.
"And I always will, so will you." He points at the shower.
"Now, cleanse yourself, and meet me downstairs.
You will feed me and I will fix your pathetic attempt at gardening. "
He pisses me off so bad.