I crash into him, my mouth on his, my hands tangling in his hair. He stumbles back, surprised, but he recovers quickly, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me against him. The door slams shut behind us, and then we’re moving, our bodies tangled together, our mouths fused in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger and need.
His hands are rough as they slide under my shirt, his touch possessive, desperate. I moan into his mouth, my body arching into him, my hands clutching at his shirt, pulling it over his head. I need to feel him, all of him, his skin against mine, his body pressed tight to me.
He growls as my nails scrape down his chest, his muscles bunching under my touch. He’s all hard planes and sharp angles, his skin hot under my hands, his body a map I want to learn by heart.
"Bedroom," he growls.
I nod, my own voice lost to the need coursing through me. He lifts me then, his hands under my thighs, and I wrap my legs around him, our mouths still fused, our bodies still tangled together.
He carries me to the bedroom, his steps sure, his grip unyielding. The room is dim, the light from the hallway casting long shadows, but I barely notice it. All I can see is him, all I can feel is the heat of his body, the way his skin burns under my touch.
He lays me down on the bed, his body covering mine, his mouth trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, lower, lower?—
I arch into him, my body a live wire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. His hands are rough as they slide under my bra, his touch possessive, desperate. He unclasps it with a growl, and then his mouth is on me, his lips wrapping around my nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He lavishes attention on me, his mouth hot and wet, his touch sure and strong. I writhe under him, my body a storm of sensation, my mind a whirl of need.
I need more. I need him.
I reach for his pants, my hands fumbling with the button, the zipper. He helps me, his hands covering mine, and then he’s kicking them off, his cock springing free, hard and thick and?—
God.
I wrap my hand around him, my fingers barely able to meet around his girth. He’s huge, so much bigger than I expected, and the thought of him inside me sends a jolt of heat through my body.
He groans as I stroke him, his hips jerking into my touch. "Maya," he growls, my name a plea on his lips.
I look up at him, as my mind races with desire. "I need you," I say. "Please, Ursak. I need you inside me."
He growls in response, and then he’s moving, his body covering mine, his mouth crashing down on me. I can feel him, hard and hot against my thigh, and I spread my legs, my body opening for him, welcoming him.
He slides a hand between us, his fingers finding the slick heat of my desire. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing, my body so ready for him it hurts. He circles my clit, his touch rough and sure, and my hips buck into his touch.
"Please," I gasp, my body a storm of sensation, my mind a whirl of need. "Please, Ursak. I need you."
The head of his cock presses against me. I hold my breath, my body tensing, and then he’s pushing inside, stretching me, filling me in a way that makes my vision go white.
God, he’s huge.
I moan as he slides deeper, my body adjusting to him, my muscles clenching around him. He’s so big it almost hurts, but it’s a good hurt, a sweet ache that makes my body sing.
He stills once he’s fully inside me, his body tense, his breath ragged. "Maya," he growls, my name a prayer on his lips.
"Move. Please, Ursak. Move."
He’s moving, his hips pulling back, his cock sliding almost all the way out before he thrusts back in. I cry out, my body a storm of sensation, my mind a whirl of need.
He sets a punishing pace, his body moving against mine, his cock sliding in and out of me, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I wrap my legs around him, my body opening for him, welcoming him.
"Maya," he growls, my name a prayer on his lips.
"Harder, please, Ursak. Harder."
He’s moving faster, his hips pistoning, his cock sliding in and out of me, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My body is a storm of sensation, my mind a whirl of need.
I can feel it building, the pleasure coiling tight in my belly, the heat spreading through me. I’m so close, so close, and then his hand is between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling the sensitive nub with a touch that sends me over the edge.
I come with a cry, my body clenching around him, my muscles milking him, pulling him deeper. He groans, his body tensing, and then he’s coming too, his cock pulsing inside me, his release hot and thick.
