“Waited…all night,” she breathed, her voice a desperate pant. She wasn’t just kissing me; she was trying to climb inside me, to erase every second we’d been apart. I tasted her, all whiskey and desperation and the unique, electric tang of her.
“Waited too long,” I rasped, tearing my mouth from hers to attack her neck. I bit down, just hard enough to make her gasp, licking the spot after.
Her shirt came off somewhere between the entrance and the living room, the sound of tearing fabric a low, ripping sound in the sudden silence. Mine followed. I didn’t bother with the buttons; I tore it open, hearing them scatter like tiny, discarded casualties.
She moaned when her bare skin met mine, a raw, real sound that vibrated against my own chest. Her tits were crushed against me, nipples hard and digging into my skin. The friction was so fucking perfect that my cock, already straining, throbbed painfully.
“Bed,” I growled, my voice thick.
She shook her head, dark hair whipping against my face. “Now,” she insisted.
I didn’t argue. I backed her against the nearest wall, relishing the small gasp she gave as her bare back hit the cool plaster. I pinned her there with my body, my mouth finding hers again while my hands roamed.
“Here?” I murmured, grinding my hips against her. I could feel her, even through the denim, the heat of her center.
“Yes. Don’t make me wait.”
My mouth left hers, trailing a hot, wet path down her collarbone. My hands went to the button of her jeans, fumbling.She was doing the same, her fingers frantic and clumsy against my belt buckle.
“Help me,” she panted, her voice cracking with frustration.
“I’ve got you,” I said, popping her button and dragging the zipper down in one harsh move. My own belt came undone. I shoved my jeans down, kicking them away, not caring.
Her hands raked down my chest, over my abs, finding the waistband of my briefs. My hands slid inside her jeans, cupping her ass, pushing the denim down her thighs. I gripped her, lifting her clear off the floor.
“Wrap your legs,” I commanded.
She did, her legs locking around my waist, her ankles crossing behind my back, pulling me impossibly closer. I could feel her, hot and wet, through the thin cotton of her panties. I groaned, the scent of her arousal filling my head.
“You’re soaked,” I growled, my free hand sliding between our bodies.
“It’s your fault,” she accused, rocking against my hand. “Fuck me.Please.”
I rubbed her clit with my thumb, right through the fabric. She cried out, her head thrown back against the wall, her hips bucking. “You like that?”
“Don’t…talk…” she panted. “Just…do it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I hooked my fingers into the elastic of her panties, dragging them aside. Her slick folds were right there, open for me, weeping. I aligned myself, the head of my cock pressing against her, hot and blunt.
She gasped, “Yes,now, now!”
I pushed inside. It wasn’t a slide; it was aclaim. I sank into her in one long, perfect stroke, seating myself to the hilt. She screamed, a sound that was half pain, half ecstasy. She was so tight, so hot, her inner muscles clenching around me like a fist.
We fucked like animals. No romance, no finesse, just raw, agonizing need. My hips pumped into her, a punishing rhythm that was more possession than passion. I slammed into her, pulling out almost completely, only to drive back in, feeling her body take every inch.
Her nailsrakeddown my back, and I welcomed the sting, the sharp pain grounding me.
“Fuck. Me. Harder,” she pleaded, her voice breaking. “Make me feel you.Please.”
“Like this?” I grunted, grabbing her hips and driving into her with a force that made her head hit the wall. The wall groaned in protest.
“More!” she screamed. “Don’t stop. Don’tfuckingstop.”
I felt the slap of our skin, the wet, percussivethwackof my pelvis meeting hers, over and over. I watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ of pleasure. I felt her inner walls begin to tighten, the first ripples of her climax.
Her orgasm rolled through her suddenly, a tidal wave that made her whole body lock up. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, clenching me like a vise. Her body shook, a scream tearing from her throat, and I couldn’t hold back. I came with a guttural roar, my hips bucking one last time, emptying myself, spilling my seed deep inside her as I felt her aftershocks still milking me.
“Jesus,” I breathed, my forehead resting against hers.
