YM778.TV Chapter 95 - No Schedule To Follow
They didn\'t do anything more than talk, so much that she wondered if she hadn\'t been clear enough about what she was expecting from him.
Still, he had been a gentleman. He didn\'t take advantage of her state, and he didn\'t seem to have any intention of blackmailing her.
Moreover, he had smiled at her when her ears had moved; as if it was more cute than awkward. She had fallen asleep on his chest, listening to his heart and sighing at his caresses.
When she opened her eyes, it was already morning. Her mate was sleeping, still wearing his clothes. And she had her t-shirt as well.
She sighed, trying to remember why she let him talk without doing anything lewd until falling prey to slumber.
She had told him so much about her that she feared he could use it against her, but she didn\'t find the chance to discover something new about him.
She touched her head and found her human ears. Thankfully, her moment of weakness was over.
«Don\'t tell me it\'s already time for breakfast,» his voice whispered while turning on the bed. His arms held her tighter, and she couldn\'t help but sink her fingers in his hair and return the favour.
«I don\'t know. It\'s quite late.»
«It was late when we fell asleep too. Just a minute more, okay? I\'ll be awake and reactive, then.»
«You don\'t have to wake up if you\'re tired, Rider,» she chuckled. «It\'s not like we have some schedule to follow.»
«You\'re kidding me, aren\'t you?»
He opened his eyes and observed her face, a doubting expression painted on his face.
«How could I sleep when you\'re so close, ah? We came here with another intention if I\'m not wrong.»
«No, you\'re right. But things didn\'t work out because of me. You don\'t need to hurry now just because I was frail yesterday.»
«Frail?» he chuckled. «You\'re giving it too much value, Trouble. Seriously.»
«I\'m jealous, you know? I told you so many things about myself, but you refused to talk about your life,» she said, entwining their legs under the blanket.
«I wasn\'t the topic of our conversation.»
«But still, I\'d like to know.»
«I thought you preferred us staying anonymous.»
«I do, but you\'ve already heard so much about me. It\'s only fair if I have the same chance, right?»
Rider caressed her back, sliding his hand under her shirt. Her back was silky and warm, welcoming his fingers as if they\'ve been with each other forever, and not just less than a day.
«I have a younger sister,» Rider tried. «You have your brother... Uhm, older, wasn\'t it?»
«Yes, that\'s right. How old is your sister?»
«She\'s twenty-two. Four years younger than me.»
«Ah? What a coincidence. I thought you were older! Just twenty-six?»
«Why? How old are you, Trouble?»
«Twenty-five,» she revealed, forgetting she was the one insisting that kind of detail would link them even more. «You\'re not too older than me.»
«I thought you were younger the first time I saw you. But then, after you came here on your motorbike, I could tell we were close in age. But I\'m still the older among us two.»
«You are just a few months older.»
«A few months is more than nothing.»
«So what? Do you expect me to become all polite now that I know your age?»
«Hmm... It wouldn\'t be that bad. But I have a feeling that you don\'t care about age as much as what people actually do.»
«That\'s right. So, if you want to use this information to your advantage, you can forget about it.»
«It has never been my intention,» he murmured, pinching her thigh with his rough hand. «You\'re the one who started talking about it.»
Samantha chuckled, wondering if he was holding back or he really wanted just to talk. They were on the same bed, hugging each other, yet Rider hadn\'t tried anything yet.
It was a little boring.
Just as she finished her thought, the same hand which pinched her thigh caressed her buttock and squeezed when she didn\'t expect it. He pulled her against him, and she sensed his morning wood on her thighs.
She closed her eyes, feeling his touch more intensely as his mouth reached her ear and his voice whispered nasty offers.
«If you\'re so eager to be taken advantage of, so be it,» he said. «I won\'t back off. I\'m here to fulfil your dreams, after all.»
«Don\'t overdo it, now. Fulfil whose dreams? You like it more than I do!»
«You sure?» he asked, pulling - finally, after a whole night - her underwear down.
«Positive.»
«So, you\'re not in any hurry to finish this. Now you\'ll beg me to make you come with that sweet voice of yours, right? Since I like it more than you do...»
«Oh, don\'t make me laugh,» she replied, ready to accept the challenge.
«Laugh? You\'ll be using that throat of yours a lot, but not for laughing, you little devil... Oh, you already know it...» His fingers had slipped between her legs and found her wet core.
Her back arched when he probed her entrance with a finger, and she grabbed his shirt with both hands.
«Hey, Rider...» she whined, «take this off. Do it yourself; I don\'t want to rip it.»
His low, amused chuckle made her shiver from head to toe. Her eyes opened again and observed, widened, the show. As Rider got rid of the outer layer of his clothes, even the trousers since he was at it, Samantha licked her lips and grinned at the fine steady muscles of his chest and abs.
She kissed him there as soon as he returned next to her, and she pushed him down with both hands.. No strength involved: she wanted him to accept her leading, willingly and wholeheartedly.