The mattress dips under his weight, his shoulders bunched and muscles coiled, jaw clenched. He's breathing hard, every muscle taut with the effort of restraint, fluid and dangerous as he comes closer. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, feel it in my neck, my body clenching with want.
"You wore my jersey," he notes for the second time. I barely recognize his voice as he inches closer. He reaches me, hovers over me, doesn't kiss me, doesn't speak. Lowers his face to my neck, inhales deep, audible, shuddering. And then he groans into my skin.
I freeze--the sound he makes is animal. I've never heard him make that noise, his nose pressed hard to my pulse, his breath loud and hot. Another deep inhale, another groan. Smelling me like he can't get enough. Like he needs it.
"Smell so fucking good." The words are muffled, breathed into my neck. Then his tongue, a long, wet trail from collarbone to jaw, slick and possessive. I gasp at the wet heat, his beard scraping my skin--goosebumps explode across my body from the shock of it, my hips bucking.
"Grey…oh my god--"
"I don't think I can be careful tonight, peaches," he growls, licking up my neck again, groaning something slurred about how I tasteHe fists the jersey, pulling, gripping.
"Finally--oh!" He bites my neck gently.
This is all the approval he needs. Ifeelhim let go of whatever control he has left, feel him expand with a deep inhale, his lips hovering over the juncture of my neck and shoulder.
"Mine."
His teeth sink into my shoulder through his jersey, hard and possessive, drawing a cry from me, sharp and sudden, the pressure of his teeth through the fabric stinging, heat blooming.
My pussy clencheshard.
Oh fuck.
He groans into the bite, the sound vibrating through me, his arms not letting me go--holding. me, his body shuddering, his hands kneading my sides through the jersey. I'm writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair.
He's all instinct, no thought, nearly in a trance, trailing his nose down, smelling the whole way.
"Need all of you," he mutters, the words fluttering against my collarbone, between my breasts where he buries his face, hands gripping them, squeezing hard to bury himself deeper. He lifts his head slightly, sees his name on my breast. Stares like he's hasn’t decided whether to fuck me in it or rip it off.
I see the decision a split second before he grabs the hem, yanking it up only until my breasts are exposed.
Both it is.
I'm not wearing a bra, my breasts flushed, nipples tight. He moans, deep and broken, and dives for my breasts, licking and sucking and nipping everywhere. His teeth on my nipple scraping, pulling, leaving it painfully cold when he trails his nose down the curve. Drags his lips to the underside. A humid breath--he bites me again. I arch into him, gasping at the sting, the heat, gentler than before, the flesh tender, delicate. He licks the bite, soothing me before shifting to mark the other.
I can't form words, just sounds--gasping, whimpering, desperate, the intensity unbearable. Heat builds between mythighs. I'm soaked and clenching and grinding nothing--he's kissing down my ribs, and I jerk when he bites my ribcage, his tongue soothing again. Licking and groaning down my stomach to my hip with the freckle he's obsessed with. Bites it too, licks and sucks the mark, and I'm so fucking wound up, I might come without him touching my pussy once. His hand is already trying to get into my shorts, his fingers sliding into the leg, finding me soaked through my panties.
He pops off my hip with a snap, homed in on pussy. "You're so fucking wet," he says, stroking me as I whimper and grab at him. I lose my whole entire mind when he brings his lips to the dip beneath the taut tendon and licks along the hem of my panty leg, inhaling greedily.
I want him to rip my bottoms off and bury his face in my pussy. When he tugs off my shorts and panties in one pull, I'm sure he's going to. He spreads me open, stares hungrily. His hands hook my knees, spreading me wide, his eyes never leaving my pussy as he reaches for his shirt, ripping it over his head.
"Don't you fucking move."
I can barely breathe as I watch him shove his joggers and boxer briefs down his thighs and kick them off. His cock juts, flushed and weeping at the tip as he reaches into my freshly stocked bed stand for a condom. My chest heaves as I wait, watching him tear open the condom with shaking hands. He pauses, looking at my pussy, jaw clenching. I watch his big hands roll it on while he speaks.
"I want to come inside you with nothing between us. Want to fill you up, watch it drip out of you. I want you to feel me for days, pump you so full--"
Holy fuck I want that too, so bad I almost tell him to take it off, but he's prowling back over to me.
I make it a point to get on birth control. Stat.
Words have left him again, that feral look back, and he's lost.. He covers me completely, his weight pressing me into the mattress. One hand grips my hip, the other braced beside my head, his cock nudging the hot dip--my thighs spread wider.
Without warning, without ceremony, he slides into me with a long, deliberate thrust, burying himself so deep, a cry tears from me. The stretch, the fullness, the intensity, my back arching off the bed and into his palm pressed against the flat of my stomach, his cock on the other side, and I feel him from everywhere. Deep, so deep. And then he pulls out, slamming back in. I snap off the bed, throwing my arms around his neck. The sting of pain dissolves into pleasure when he thrusts again, my body making room for him.
The moment he feels it, he slams into me again, then again, setting a brutal pace.
"Fuck, so tight--" he says through clenched teeth. "Every inch. You take every inch."
