Want…
Need…
It’s all blurred into a thin line when it comes to us.
His breaths have become more shallow as his chest rises and expands. I can tell he’s teetering on the edge of holding back and taking it all.
My body instantly becomes alive for him again, even though it was shattering with pleasure mere seconds ago. Turning, I grasp the wood with my palms. Now, it’s me who’s struggling to catch my breath. He has a way of making me feel like I’m the prey about to be devoured by its predator, but in the most delicious way.
I hear him remove his pants before his warm, hard body presses into mine. He’s hard as steel as he pushes me slowly down with his hand on my back until my cheek is resting on the smooth black velvet.
His hand rubs over my bottom before squeezing hard.
“You will always be mine, little hummingbird.” His voice is smooth and dark like molasses. “Even though your journey to get to me was rough and one you will never…everhave to endure again, you were always meant to land in my arms.”
I blink back the tears as his words penetrate my soul. “My arms will never hold another,” he murmurs, pushing his tip slowly inside. “My cock will never be inside another.” He buries himself deep in one hard thrust.
I moan against the table as he grips my hips tighter. My body welcomes him in where only he belongs.
“It’s always been you,” I whisper. “I was always meant to fly to you.” I give him my heart through my words as he leans over and kisses my back.
“And I was always meant to love you when you land.” His movements are slow and torturous as he slides deep inside before moving back out and doing it again. He knows exactly what spots to hit to make me push back into him, silently asking him to give me what we both want.
But I know he won’t give it to me unless I ask. He’s shown me my strength again, which has allowed me to find my voice again. Even though he likes all control in the bedroom, he still never wants me to feel I lost mine.
“It’s still my birthday,” I moan when he touches my sensitive spot inside.
“Yes, it is.” I can’t see him, but I can hear the smirk on his lips.
“You promised to fuck me on the pool table,” I manage to get out as he buries himself deep inside again. “I need you toreallyfuck me,” I rasp out.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to ask.” He leans over close to my ear. “Put your arms above your head. You’ll be more comfortable that way.” I remove my grip on theedge and do as he says. “I know you can’t hold onto anything, but I’ll keep you secure with my hands so you don’t hit the pool table too hard.” I feel his hands squeeze my hips, keeping me in place and my stomach off the side of the table.
“I don’t care if I get bruises. I just need you right now,” I whimper, pushing my ass back into him and giving him permission to go rough.
“God, I love seeing you come back into your power and not afraid to ask for what you want.”
“I just needed someone I felt safe with to bring it out. I needed you.”
“You have me. You will always have me, little hummingbird.” He slams into me, and I cry out as intense pleasure crashes into me. His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me tight against him.
Each movement rubs my breasts against the fabric, causing friction against my sensitive nipples. My fingernails dig into the velvet as I search for something tangible to sink into. His body slaps against mine, and the animalistic sounds set a fire deep in my core. It’s raw and feral, making my insides purr with satisfaction.
“Jesus,” his voice strains out. “Your body is soaking my cock like it’s the best damn thing it’s ever tasted.”
“Because it is,” I moan as he drives into me with such force that I know I’ll be savoring the soreness days later, reminding me of this moment.
“Fuck,” he pants out, as I feel my body tighten around him. “So fucking good,” he growls.
My body agrees as I fall over the edge and shatter against him. I scream his name in the distance as I pulse and explode into a pool of intense waves of pleasure.
I barely hear him roar my name in the distance as I’m taken under with sensations that can’t be put into words. His warmrelease fills me as he pours deep inside. I’m panting hard against the table as he lays against my back. Sweat drips from his chest, mixing with mine that has broken out on my skin.
“That was amazing,” I breathe out. “This pool tableismagical.”
He chuckles against my back. “I think it has to do more with who you are with on the pool table.”
“I’m glad it’s you.”
