“Am I?” I breathe out, wishing he never stops looking at me like I am the center of his world.
His eyes bore into me, unraveling me to my core. “Erase the fucking question mark.”
His arm snakes around my waist, and he pulls me to his chest. “The time for playing is over.”
“Did I win?” I ask, grinning
I don’t even care. If you play with your loved one to win, then you have already lost. It’s not a competition; it’s a partnership.
“You’ll always win, because when it comes to you, it’s my fate to give in,” he groans low.
He crushes his mouth onto mine, kissing me breathless as he curls his hand in my hair, and tugs my head back for more access. The kiss feels more like a stake of ownership, leaving me dizzy.
He swipes his thumb over my swollen lips. “My beautiful baby girl who tastes like ambrosia. Mine. Forever just mine.”
“Only yours,” I murmur.
He guides his cock to my pussy, and I seek his lips, moaning his name into his mouth with every thick and long inch that conquers my core.
With him, I can never know if it will be sweet lovemaking or raw fucking or a combination. I don’t really care, but to feel him, our bodies joining in a primal union. However he takes me, it feels beyond sublime.
“So fucking tight. So fucking good. You take me so well,” he groans, caressing my back as he bottoms out and grabs my ass cheek.
Stretched beyond my capacity to take and so full, it feels like he fills up my lungs. I breathe him out through my mouth but take him back in through my pussy.
“You’re so big,” I moan.
He feels marvelous, I lose myself in rapture every second a bit more.
“Too much?” he asks while kissing along my collarbone.
“You could never be less. And I was born to be yours. Take you as you are. Accept you for who you are. Body and heart.”
I swear he gets bigger inside of me. The stretch shoots an extra dose of pleasure through my system, making me grind up and down his length. The haze of lust loops us in.
“Yeah, just like that, ride me and make yourself come.”
Ruled by sheer instinct and the need to come, I palm his chest for support, embarking on the sensuous ride. Faster then slower, higher then lower, I undulate on his lap, making him lose his mind just as much. He growls and digs his fingers into my hip.
The wet sounds our bodies produce every time our groins connect, accompanied by our labored breathing, tell of the impending, shattering release.
Lowering his head, he wraps his mouth around one nipple while he tugs and rolls the other.
Nipple play is my kryptonite, and I come on a long breath, falling on his chest and panting.
In a sudden move, he turns us over with me lying on my back. He enters me with a savage thrust that steals the breath from my lungs. I cry out so loud; I am sure everyone must have heard me.
In and out, he plows into me—my beautiful beast letting loose before he spins me and I end on my hands and knees.
The whole idea that someone might see us makes me delirious. I will come again. There’s no point fighting it.
As he pistons in and out of me, his thumb rims my asshole.
“Mika,” I murmur, halfway slipping into unconsciousness.
He grips my neck and bites into my jaw. “Are you denying me my fucking right?”
Between his territorial grip and veiled stake of ownership, I don’t know what makes me an even hotter mess.
