She tries to release my hand, but I grab her tighter, pull her to me and pin her against the door.I can feel how hard her heart’s beating via the veins in her wrists—tiny pricks like little jolts of electricity against my rough palms.I didn’t know my cock could get any harder for her, but clearly it can.
Her lips are slightly parted, her cheeks flushed in that delicious rose gold color and there’s no fear in her eyes.Just an invitation along the lines of, “I dare you to kiss me.”
I don’t need any more invitation than that.And the pinpricks of electricity on my palms have nothing on the jolts of power that are released as our lips meet.
I swear I can hear the electricity humming as I deepen the kiss.She tries to pull away, but not very hard.And before I know it, our tongues are entwined and she’s moaning, sighing, the rigidness gone from her muscles.
As always happens, the first inkling of her surrender to me sends my need for her into overdrive.I kiss her harder still, releasing her hands so I can rip the stupid black shirt she’s wearing off her.Her pants go next, the button flying sideways across the room.She’s not fighting me, she’s staying with the kiss, deepening it on her own, her moans and sighs growing louder, more urgent.
My jacket comes off next, then my shirt, buttons again flying because they’re not important.What’s important is to feel her warm, naked skin against my own.What’s important is to show her I meant every single word I said to her yesterday and today.Show her I can’t and won’t ever let her go, no matter how much she fights me.No matter how much she hates me.
She’s not fighting me now, doesn’t seem to hate me at all, as I rip off her bra and cup her soft breasts that are just the perfect size for my hands.She melts into me as she moans.And it’s all I can do not to turn her around, rip off her panties and fuck her right here, against the door, have her screaming my name for the whole house to hear as I fill her with my come.
But a little chivalry goes a long way…
So, I lift her up instead, enjoying the way her legs wrap around my hips, and carry her to bed.But that’s where the chivalry ends.
Her soft, willing body spread across the crumpled and rumpled white sheets is an aphrodisiac like none other.I rip off her panties, take off the rest of my clothes, don’t even know I’m doing it.Don’t know anything, until I finally ram my cock into her wet, velvet soft pussy and she screams.Not my name.Just an animal roar of pleasure, maybe some pain, definitely wild and raw.
I can’t stop, can’t slow down, need to get deeper inside her, need every tiny sensation her pussy has to offer.
I start thrusting wildly, enjoying that whip-sharp look in her eyes as she stares at me, even as her eyes grow softer and softer and her moans get deeper and louder.
She’s not running from my thrusts, she’s meeting them, the anger in her eyes warring with the pleasure, her nails digging into my arms.One day the pleasure will win that war.It will.
But I will always need that wild fight in her too.That refusal to surrender even as she does, even as she gives all of her to me and my thrusting cock, opens for me like we’re made for each other.Which we are.No matter how much she tries to deny it.
I last longer than I thought I would between her tightness and the sweet challenge in her eyes.Last until she screams again, her whole body shaking as she comes hard, harder probably for trying to fight it, her pussy clenching my cock like she’ll never let it go,
She doesn’t have to.It’s hers.I’m all hers.All she has to do is accept me.Or not.Either way works.She’s mine forever.
And that’s the last coherent thought I have before I come too, harder than ever, carried on the river of her pleasure, the challenge in her angry, soft eyes, the sight of her golden skin and the wild electricity only the two of us can create.
Chapter44
GIANNA
I’d be lyingif I said I didn’t need and want him with the same passion he took me with.And I’d be lying if I said I did.The truth is somewhere in between, I guess.The physical and the mental on completely opposite sides, so far apart they’re not even tugging on each other, neither trying to win.
Or maybe I just lost my mind.
After it was done and we regained control of our bodies he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom.We’ve been standing under a warm shower for I don’t know how long.He’s washed my hair and my whole body, caressing me gently as he goes.And I’m just standing here, staring at the flowers on the yellowed shower curtain, thinking about lying.
Because I’d be lying if I said his touch doesn’t feel good and welcome.But I’d also be lying if I said I wanted him to touch me.
Cool water is mixing with the warm more and more, the jets as they hit me making me shiver.Sometime between taking care of me, he also washed himself, so he turns off the shower and opens the curtain.He gets out first then offers me his hand to help me out.Then he dries me with a towel that looks much softer than it actually is, water droplets collected on his skin, dripping onto the black and white tiles of the bathroom.
Maybe I should fight him, stop him from touching me.
But I’d be lying if I said I wanted to do that.
And lying if I said I didn’t.
He escorts me to bed once he’s done.The sky outside the window is pitch black, like there’s nothing but pure darkness outside this house.No stars, no moon, just endless night.
But the room is softly illuminated by yellow lights that cast long shadows, which remind me of storybooks and long autumn evenings.It’s also nice and warm in this room, especially as he lays me in bed and covers me with the duvet, which is actually as soft as it looks.
“I’ll bring you some food soon,” he says.
