Page 48 of Lessons with the Mothman

I bowed my head to do so, and she arched away.

"Fuck me raw, Elias," she rasped. "I'm on birth control, and I tested clean."

The thought of it—of the wetness that splashed against my hips coating my cock, the velvet interior of her pussy sucking and kissing all over my length—made me snap, electricity in my veins and crackling down my spine. I threw my head back with a strangled roar and came with a violence that sent the pair of us dripping down the wall, my hips chasing pleasure with an uneven gait.

Victoria hummed against my ear, a breathy laugh, and twined her arms around my shoulder as I sank to my knees. One of the legs of the rolling chair rested below my ass, and my heels tangled with the base, turning at uncomfortable angles.

And I didn't care a bit, because Victoria was soft and smiling, legs and arms wrapped around me, the heat of her still enveloping my throbbing, sated shaft.

"Sorry, didn't realize that would tip you over," she said, combing her fingers through my fur.

I grunted, dropping my forehead to her shoulder, not caring that I was sitting like crumpled origami, as long as she kept touching me like that, comfortable and familiar.

Her nose brushed back and forth against my temple, and I froze in place as her lips pressed to the spot. "You really are so good," she whispered.

I could be even better, I wanted to say, but she continued talking and I liked the melting tone in her voice.

"It's like you know what I want without me having to ask," she said, kissing there again, a strange, tight fever blooming in my chest. "It is making me a little greedy. I think about all the things that… Never mind."

I lifted my head, hiding my wince as I shifted us on the floor, kicking the chair as much out of the way as I could. Perhaps cluttering up the room hadn't been such a brilliant idea.

"When you ask, I will listen," I said.

Her eyes were bright, her cheeks still flushed, and her core teased around my shrinking length. Damn. Did she even realize that she was still close? Didn't it frustrate her not to reach the fall?

"I think…at some point, I just started to feel like what I asked for wasn't supposed to be in a healthy relationship," she admitted, sagging back against the wall.

I slid out of her, twisting to grab a tissue and dispose of the condom. I gathered her back up in my arms after, leaning against the boxes and shelves, and she snuggled willingly. She was used to the way I liked to hold her after I'd finished—even seemed to enjoy the closeness.

"Communication is part of a healthy relationship. Taking another's desires and limits into account is part of a healthyrelationship. Tell me something you wanted that you got talked out of."

Victoria chewed at her lip, absently adjusting her dress back into place to cover her breast. "I… Sometimes I…" She frowned and took a deep breath, and I reached up, untangling the riot of her hair and twisting it around my fist. When I tightened my grip, Victoria sighed and met my gaze. "I told Brett I wanted him to fuck me while I was sleeping, rather than wake me up. And I… It wasn't just about not wanting to be woken up. I just like the idea of being used in that way. I suggested it a few times, and he said that if I didn't want to have sex with him, then I should just say so. He didn't really listen when I tried to explain."

"Somnophilia is a well-established sexual interest," I said, shrugging. "We'll have to arrange a sleepover."

Victoria froze in my lap, eyes wide, and then suddenly her mouth was on mine, hungry and clumsy, licking and biting. I wrapped my free arm around her back and softened my hand in her hair, tilting her head to settle the kiss into a deep, smooth stroke of lips and tongue. She moaned and rocked on my lap, hands petting and squeezing at my chest. With a twist of her hips she was straddled over my lap, wet sex rubbing over my now bare cock. I groaned into her mouth and pulled away slowly.

"Did you mean what you said about losing the condom?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'm not sleeping with anyone else. Oh…are you? For MSA?"

I tried not to read into it so that she didn't look nervous at the suggestion. Rafe and Hannah had been falling in love while he was still working with other clients, and Hannah had found it easy enough to compartmentalize the fact at the time.

I shook my head. "I haven't been interested in any cases but yours in ages."

She smiled at that, and I glanced down at our lap, gently adjusting her skirt so I could see where her pussy touched my cock. It was still mostly soft, but it wouldn't take much encouragement for it to grow hard again.

"Want to know a secret?" I whispered.

Victoria nodded immediately, her hands fisted in my shirt. I gripped her hips and rolled her wet sex over my lap as I leaned in close.

"I love frottage," I said, nipping at her ear, keeping her in motion on my lap. "There's something innocent about it, and that makes it feel even filthier."

Victoria moaned and grasped my face, turning it to her and fucking her tongue into my mouth. She took over the motion, riding on my lap, slow and heavy, matching the circling of her hips to the stroke of our tongues. I groaned, hands squeezing her waist, and then leaned closer, wrapping her in a tight hug as she moved, as we kissed.

It was almost better than the sex.

I lost track of time, Victoria's hands sliding through my hair, my own massaging her back, heat building and retreating and building again. She moaned as I massaged her ass, then skidded up under her dress to stroke her bare skin, never pushing, never asking.

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