Page 31 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“You’re not exactly an open book.”

“Books are hardly open. You have to open them yourself. Read them for your own understanding. In time, you will.”

“In time, as in this will not be the last time I see you? Feel you?”

She was so smart, yet she was so fucking clueless.

A walking contradiction.

“If there was any indication that this was a one-time thing, then, I’ve failed miserably, tonight,” I admitted, unafraid of putting my pride behind me.

Her smile caressed me.

“There’s something about you– I’m not so sure what, but I’m almost infatuated. Feeling as though I need a little more.”

“Ain’t shit little about what I have to give you. Don’t insult me.”

I tipped her chin, bringing her face closer to mine. Expectedly, she leaned in, sealing our lips. I grew rigid beneath her. The Eden effect was clear. She was out for my head. She was out for my heart. Right now, I’d give her dick. Hopefully, it curbed her appetite for more–so suddenly, so soon.

“Put ’em in.”

She wasted very little time lifting and reaching underneath her to grab my manhood. I held her gaze as she found her opening. To avoid micro-tears caused by friction, she lubricated the head of my dick by pushing it in and then pulling it out of the first few centimeters of her opening. When she was ready, she lowered herself onto my thickness, soothing the achiness she’d caused.

She was in control. Had been since I’d noticed her on stage, it seemed. I wanted the wheel again. Needed it, again, like my next breath.

With Eden in my hands, I stood from the seat, pressed her body against the glass door, and spoke directly to her, wordlessly. She’d misunderstood her place. She’d mismanaged her power and mistaken her role for one that was equivalent to mine.

That wasn’t the case. It would never be the case. To reclaim my spot, I dug into her, relentlessly.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Her nails clawed my back. The stinging made it evident she’d broken skin, possibly drawn blood. I didn’t give a fuck.

Shit is downright ridiculous, I admitted to myself. Damn.

I pounded her pussy slowly, and right at the brink of pleasure and pain. My intention wasn’t to bring harm, and I was sure to make that clear. However, she needed to understand where she stood with me and my position in her life. A little pain wasn’t the end of the fucking world, but her dominance would be the end of mine.

“I’m cumming. I’m cu–”

“Urgh.” The growl had come from somewhere deep within me, somewhere that hadn’t been explored.

Together we came undone. Her grip around me tightened. Mine loosened.

“Fuck.” Against her lips, I spat. My dick throbbed as my sack drained.

Eventually, her body began to slide down the glass. Her arms never fell from around my neck. Her palms brought my face closer to hers. Heated breaths grappled for space between us. And once they both settled, our tongues began a scuffle of their own.

Ridiculous.

It didn’t matter how much of her I had, I wanted more. I pulled away before I got too caught up in her rapture to be freed.

“You should rest.”

Though she wanted to protest, she didn’t. A nod followed the suggestion, but the fire in her spirit was visible in those rounds as she hesitated to move.

I dare you, Chocolate.

I waited for a rebuttal, a sly mark, or a slice from that sharp tongue. The wait was in vain. Instead of putting up a fight, she turned and headed inside.

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