They Call 'it' Committment

Eliana's tail ripped from his hand and wrapped around his waist. Her legs tightened around him and she threw her arms around his neck to hold him close again. She was not letting him pull out, for certain.

She broke their kiss so she could work hickeys on his jaw. "God I love your jaw," she breathed, nipping near his neck.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. These were the only words going through her mind. Hers. He was hers. Hers for as long as she wanted him, and she wanted him.

"If you come in me," she whispered against his ear, nipping the earlobe, "it'll make this the perfect fuck. Do it. Do it."

She whispered like the demon on his shoulder she was.

Warmth. Warmth was all Eliana felt. She could smell their sweat and the sweet smell fo sex. A scent she was used to. Her kiss was less forceful this time, opting instead, to give into him, as she already had.

Eliana could feel his pleasure, taste the lust on her tongue. This was among the many reasons she loved sex with men. Women, they were passionate and soft. But men, they were firm, and their lusts filled their head with such intensity that their self-possession was but a whisper of a past love. That lust was her high. What she lived for and what she sought out. It was the finest, most potent drug.

When they had finished, she clung to him, trying to catch her breath.

"I want to keep you," she said breathlessly. It was evident she wasn't kidding. She was one hundred and ten percent serious. "I want to keep you, and I want you to want me. To call me when you feel the need."

She nuzzled into the crook of his neck affectionately.

Eliana enjoyed when the full feeling remained, but it only made her want to keep him more. Which could have been a good or bad thing, depending on how someone looked at it.

"I want to take you as a lover," she clarified. "I want to keep you and have you be mine. Have sex with you when you want, talk to you when you want, spend time with you."

"Prooobably," Eliana said with a yawn. She released him, a mellow smile on her face.

"Next time, I do like the sound of that. It's a deal. No sleeping in someone else's bed after I've gotten you to help me rob them."

That wasn't to say they wouldn't do other, equally terrible things.

When he got off of her, Eliana took a moment to look pleasantly around the room. She reached to the side table and took the picture, looking at them. "Cute couple."

"I know," she said with pride at his assertion that she was fucked up. She was all manners of the word.

She set the picture down and looked at him, taking in the stern look he gave her. "That's so in the past," she said flippantly.

Eliana got up and pulled her clothes on.

Not looking at him, she said, "you know, you're begging to get your rules broken when you let someone off with good sex."