“Sorry,” he growls.
“It’s okay,” I sigh. “Just… like… that.”
“Hmm.”
He returns to the previous tempo, planting his hands on the sheets next to my head. He looks into my eyes, then down at my breasts as they bounce in time with his thrusts. When he looks lower, seeing his cock sliding into me, he makes an unhinged noise like it’s taking everything he has not to pound me into the mattress.
I grip his round, firm shoulders, feeling my fingernails bend, as our bodies make slick, filthy noises. He reaches between us with one hand, thumb pushing against my clit as his hips pump relentlessly.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Oh my God, Rafe.”
“Yeah?” he snarls.
“Yeah.”
He moves his thumb even faster, rubbing my clit furiously. His hips pick up speed again, but this time, with the added spark of his thumb, there’s no pain. He groans in approval and starts fucking me harder, the mattress whining beneath us.
My walls stretch, accommodating him, and he groans like he’s been waiting for this. Forme. His thumb moves faster and harder, setting my nub on fire. The pleasure builds into a tight ball of nerves, threatening to release at any moment.
I move my body in time with his, rocking my hips just like that first night, when every one of my movements made him groan and blow air through his clenched teeth like he was constantly on the edge. Now, it’s the same… or even more intense, somehow.
He stares down at me with hungry eyes, pupils making his eyes almost completely black, his body thrusting relentlessly. My core is on fire, tingling, pulsing, as he pushes deeper and deeper.
His thumb is a force of nature on my clit, moving so fast now I don’t know which feels sweeter… the searing on my clit or his cock pounding deep inside of me. He thrusts even harder, but slows down when I wince.
“Fuck, it’s hard not to wreck you,” he growls.
“Who said you can’t?” I counter, feeling powerful and in control.
He lets out a shuddering sigh and shakes his head. “Don’t fucking tempt me, Ava.”
He keeps going at a slower pace, but his thumb speeds up even more. My head swims as my vision blurs. Every inch of me heats up like there’s a lit firework inside of me, the fuse sizzling and sparking.
I reach up, take his face in my hands, hold his gaze with mine as I interlock my ankles behind his back and pull him forcefully into me. He stares at me with that look in his eyes, like no one else exists, pounding into me as his thumb claims what’s his.
The orgasm erupts deep inside me, spreading outward in ripples that touch every part of me. I feel like a human wildfire, almost a year of pent-up longing detonating inside of me.
My walls caress his length, making him groan as he continues to thrust his hips. He falls atop me, his mouth finding my neck, kissing and biting as his hips move relentlessly. I bury my face in his hair, groaning as loudly as I can get away with, letting him know through each sound and each twitching movement how unbelievably good this feels.
When the orgasm has finally passed, leaving me boneless and spent, he leans back, staring with a manic glint in his eyes.
I know what he needs, what he’s fighting, an internal battle not to turn into the beast I remember so well… the beast who pounded into me during those final moments as if his life depended on it, as if there was nothing and no one that could stop him from savaging my body, my heart, my soul.
“I know what you want,” I moan, pushing against his abs.
“Ava…”
“Don’t fight me on this.”
He watches in awe as I shift up the bed, climb to my knees, and look over my shoulder. I arch my back, sticking my ass out, feeling the same thrill I experienced when I had his cock in my mouth.
He walks on his knees behind me, his manhood jostling, the head slick with his precome and my wetness.
“Fuck,” he growls, smoothing a hand over my ass. “So… fucking…thick.”
I wiggle my hips from side to side, tempting him.
“I need you to come soon,” I moan, looking at him meaningfully. “Come in my pussy. Come as hard as you made me come.”
