He pulls back for a moment, meeting my gaze, and something sparkles in his green eyes that makes the warmth in my belly explode to consume my whole body at once.
Kicking open the door to the bedroom, he moves inside, striding with such purpose it seems a miracle he was able to restrain himself this long. He lays me down on the bed carefully before he moves on top of me, catching my face in one hand and slidingthe other beneath my shirt to brush his fingers over my swollen nipples.
I gasp into his mouth, and he gently catches my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it lightly. I can already feel his hardness nudging at my hip, practically demanding attention. My body rises to meet him, grinding against him even now, aching to feel him inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he rasps. The gentleman he was is now all but forgotten as he drags his lips along my neck. I sink my nails into his shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles, and grope for the bottom of his sweater so I can pull it off.
My hands are shaking so much that he has to take the initiative for me, sitting astride me and pulling off his top. I groan at the sight of him, hand tracing down the sinewy muscle of his chest, the smattering of gray hair over his torso. He dives back down, kissing me harder, our mouths coming together like we’re trying to invent a whole new language with every second our tongues meet.
He pulls off my shirt as his mouth travels downward, drawing a nipple into his mouth as he kneads lightly at my breast with the other hand. I can’t take my eyes off of him; it’s like everything that has led to this moment has completely and utterly fallen away, leaving nothing but the sheer intensity of our need in its place. His tongue teases against my nipple and I moan again, balling my hands into his hair to pull him back to kiss me on the mouth once more.
He slips his hand into my sweatpants as he makes out with me, grinding his cock against my thigh like he just can’t get enough.God, and I thought older men were meant to be way less energetic in the sack.I grin against his mouth as his fingers findmy clit, and I feel his cock twitch with excitement as he discovers just how wet I am for him right now.
He slips his fingers down further, letting them graze over my slit before he plunges them inside. My body arches, rocking toward him, but it’s not enough. No, I needhiminside of me, every inch of him, that beautiful cock that I can feel grinding against me through the fabric of his pants. It suddenly feels utterly infuriating that he is still wearing clothes, and I reach down to his pants, scrabbling with the zipper as I try to pull it down.
But he doesn’t need telling twice. He kneels above me, unzipping his pants and tossing them aside. As he pulls down his underwear, his cock springs free, and I feel another fizz of excitement at the sight of him. Not just because of how beautiful he is down there, though that’s part of it; he’s thick, with a long seam running up the inside. No, my excitement is because he’s already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum, a sure sign of how badly he wants me.
The thought of this man, this gorgeous man, being so hungry for me that he can hardly contain himself, is almost more than I can take, and I can only lift my hips and moan incoherently as I wait for him to take the hint.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I nod, as he leans down to press a kiss against the spot just above the top of my sweatpants. The heat of his breath there sends another helpless shiver through my body, and I wriggle this way and that as he strips me easily out of what little clothes I have left.
As soon as I’m naked beneath him, he pauses for a moment, casting his eye over me as though he can hardly believe that thisis happening. He runs his hands down the sides of my waist, tracing out the shape of me, his calloused fingers carving lines along my form. The look in his eyes…I don’t know that I’ve ever seen it before, at least not when someone is looking at me. It’s pure want, pure need, pure desire, distilled down to its purest and most essential form.
He grasps my hips and pulls them level with his, one hand tucked beneath the small of my back and the other wrapped around his cock. Slowly, he brings us together, till I feel the nudge of his head past my folds.
He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, gazing at me like I’m the most impossibly gorgeous creature he has ever seen in his life. He seems to pay no attention now to the bruises on my arms or the other marks on my body. And for a second, I’m not just the girl on the run from her abusive ex, the girl fleeing for her life. I’m just a girl, giving herself to this man, and nothing else matters in the entire world.
He moves into me at last, bringing our hips flush together in one smooth motion that draws a groan from between my lips. If our kiss was a circuit closing, this is the whole damn power station.
He stills himself there inside of me, keeping my hips raised and stirring his hips against me for a moment, and then, drawing back, he plunges into me once more.
“Oh God,” I gasp, as I reach for his hands, interlinking my fingers with his while his gaze sears into mine. The fullness is almost more than I can take, but at the same time, I crave more. Enough to wipe my mind clean, enough to fill my body with pleasure instead of pain. Enough to start over and leave it all behind…
I rock my hips against him as he moves inside of me, taking me in long, slow strokes like he’s savoring every second of this. His hands tighten on mine as we come together over and over again, our bodies matching each other with ease. I’ve never felt anything like this before, never felt like my body was meant to come together with someone else’s so easily. My wetness is beginning to leak down my thighs, my body rising to meet him with every motion.
“You feel even better than you look,” he groans, that rasp at the back of his voice telling me that he’s being completely honest. I moan at the sound of more praise, and he grins, moving down on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
“You like it when I tell you how good you feel?” he asks softly, tracing his tongue along the spot just behind my ear. I nod—God, I don’t even know how to put it into words, how much praise I want from him, how badly I want to be good enough for him.
“You feel perfect,” he continues, kissing softly along my neck. “And those sounds you make…fuck, if I’d known you would feel this good, I wouldn’t have waited for you to make the move…”
I whimper as he drives himself into me over and over again, pounding me into the bed. I can feel my orgasm rising now, faster than I can take control of it, my thighs starting to twitch as I inch closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to feel you come for me,” he continues, his hands moving to my hair, his gaze meeting mine once more. There’s such a delicious darkness to his eyes, as though I have unlocked something completely new in him, completely different from the man I met in that car.
That man, that gentleman, was nothing but a sweetheart, but this man? He’s dark and wanting and desirous and willing to take everything he wants from me and more.
And I don’t want to deny him a single inch of it.
He shifts slightly, letting his hips grind into me, making sure to press into my clit with every motion. The sensation of the internal and external stimulation scrambles my brain, leaving what’s left of my good sense to vanish entirely as I stare up at him. My lips are parted, breath coming quickly, chest rising and falling fast as I feel the pleasure build and build and build until…
When I come, I cry out so loud I’m sure they can hear me all the way back in the city. My body contracts around his, clenching with a dizzying pleasure as my body throbs beneath him. All the tension that has built in me unravels in an instant, giving in to him, and he moves slowly into me, letting my spasming slit massage the last of his pleasure from him too.
I feel him drive himself deep one last time and then come to stillness inside of me, a deep, throaty sound rising from the back of his throat as he moves into his release at last. I rake my nails down his back, trying to guide him into me even deeper, trying to hold him there a while longer. I know that this has to be over soon, but for now, at least, I want to pretend that we can linger in this moment of pure pleasure forever.
As he catches his breath, he turns his head to kiss me once more. He makes no move to pull back from me, as though his mind is exactly where mine is right now. His arms curl around me, pulling me against his chest, and I feel the grin on his lips as he kisses me again and again.
