Page 95 of B Negative

Once fully seated within me, he ground his body against mine, touching everything I needed him to touch all at once. He pumped in me fast, brutally, curling my toes as he brought me closer and closer to climax.

Julian grunted, and for a split second, I thought he’d finished without me. He hadn’t, obviously, he would never, but he had done something much worse.

He pulled himself completely out of me and backed away with an evil, gorgeous smile plastered on his face.

I pressed my thighs together, or rather, I tried to press my thighs together to regain the momentum. But Julian caught my thighs and forced them apart.

“Uh-uh. It’s not punishment if you don’t sit with it.”

I flipped him the bird, and while he was busy grinning at my finger, I blurred my other hand downtown to finish the job.

But the bastard caught my hand too! “Hey!”

“What did I say, Eden? You don’t get to come until I say so.”

“Fuck you.” I pouted.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s what we’re doing here, right?”

“Nope. You’ve got it all wrong, love. We’re not just fucking. We’re also discovering what the other likes and doesn’t like in bed. And it seems, as much as you like little ‘punishments’, you don’t much care for edge play.”

“If edge play means getting me to the edge of a fucking orgasm and then taking it away, then you’re fucking right. I absolutely do not like it.”

Julian’s smile darkened. “Mm. You might be right, but how about you hold your opinion until after I’m finished with you?”