“Mine,” I thought I heard him mutter as he pulled back long enough to tear at the front of his pants. Then his fingers were back, right where I wanted them.
Instead of teasing me back towards that sweet precipice, he ran a thick finger along my slit, gave the material an experimental tug. His finger ran along my slit again, a soft noise I couldn’t quite puzzle out issuing, and then he was urging me back to him. A thick finger rubbed along my bare pussy.
A soft gasp left me as he growled at the wetness, his hand pulled away, and then he was there, hard, wet heat bathing the head and me like he’d already found completion pressing its advance.
He was thick, much thicker than I could have imagined but I wanted this— needed him.
Rocking my hips, taking more of him, he stopped, groaned, then growlingly pulled back to press forward, harder, forcing me to take more of him inside of me.
My body tried to fight the invasion, causing him to pause, pull back, and press back home. That pinch of pain struggling to take him just added to all of it.
Little whimpers and needy, pleading sounds escaped me. It felt so good, so right, but god the fit was tight.
Whenever he paused for too long and his odd under the breath muttering started up, I took over working that monster inside of me.
I need him, this, NOW.
Elm tried to hold my hips but just ended up gripping them tight and urging me harder, faster, as he closed his eyes, expression almost looking pained, and mutter-mumbled in his growl-speak.
He was losing the moment, slowing as I fought his hold.
Can’t have that.
Leaning forward, I nipped at his bared chest, his shirt rucked up under his arms, lightly at first, causing him to jump. Bright green eyes shot open as I went back in to bite down a little harder.
With something akin to a roar, he plucked me up, his cock slipping free, and whipped me around.
Dropping us to the floor, he shoved me to my knees, sending me scrambling, hands splaying along the hard wood floor as he jerked me ass up, head down, into position. Then he was there, draping himself over me. Thick fingers cupped my shoulder, pressed, effectively pinning me in place. His breath was hot against my neck as he guided himself back inside of me.
I felt his thickness bumping against me, then pressing. Pulling back with a growl that rattled against my back, he drove home unceremoniously.
Pulling back with a snarl, he drove deeper then. It was at that moment that he bit down on my shoulder.
A sharp, shocked cry left me. It was tinged with pleasure as much as pain as a strange but pleasant warmth washed over me, spreading until the ache between my legs was unbearable. He held still as I pressed against him, wriggling him deeper inside of me. When I could feel the backs of my thighs pressing against him, that was when he began to move. With a snarl, he moved faster and faster, hard enough our bodies slapped loudly as we came together, taking me roughly.
My fingers began curling, nails clawing at the floor as short, shocked cries left me. Before I knew it I was rocking back against him, in time with him, urging him on.More.This just made him more ferocious, until he was pinning me down, teeth burying once more, and screwing my brains out.
A twisted part of me liked it, wondering if he’d mark me again if I kept it up.
I felt claimed, like he was stamping ownership as much as promising to keep me. I couldn’t explain it, but I didn’t want this to end here.
I was held immobile, forced to feel while he fed our pleasure. The more I tried to fight, the harder he took me. I felt it building inside me, growing stronger, more insistent, until it exploded. I was a compliant, simpering puddle of goo as my climax slammed into me. Even as my sharp cries tapered off into soft mewls, his growls turned to desperate grunts, his hips slamming into me shifting until he was grinding himself against me as I pulsed around him, bumping my clit, hitting that special spot deep inside me that had me climbing again and seeing stars.
I came again with a soft cry, shaking from head to toe in the aftermath as pleasure hit me. My body began to tremble as the pleasure unfurling within me dragged on. It kept going, much like my lover atop me, no sign of stopping.
He was doing that mumbling thing again, releasing my shoulder to mutter atop me as he worked me over.
When Elm finally did find completion, he came with a roar, taking me along, screaming my release, with him. Grinding into me hard, a wave of heat filled me. I shivered in his hold as it bathed my inner walls and began to spill out, too much to contain.
Collapsing atop me, sending me mushing into the hardwood floor, we lay there in a panting heap, replete. If only we could remain so indefinitely, I thought.
I was ready to comment, open my mouth and double check that this was in fact going to happen again, yes? when something shifted in Elm.
Instead of cuddling me to him and getting all lovey dovey once more, his heaving pants slipped into loud gasps, like he was suddenly short of breath.
His movements were jerky as he climbed off of me, leaving me cold and splayed out on the floor.
Rolling to my side, I caught a peek of him gulping audibly, running a hand along his throat with trembling fingers like he’d suddenly found it hard to breathe.
