“It’s because I fucking want you.” I thrust in deep, and we both shatter. “Just like this.”
“Like what?”
“Under me, beneath me, at my mercy.” I bite her neck, squeeze her wrists, and dominate her body. “Spread your legs.” It’s not a request; it's an order. I want her as wide and as open as possible. No obstacles, no distractions. Just fucking us and pure, unadulterated desire.
We fuck out all the pent-up aggression and emotion that has been bottled up the last few days, the two of us full of sweat, nipping at each other like animals, our minds and bodies strung out from ecstasy, instinctively hunting for the release we both hunger for. It’s rough sex, wild passion, and slow burning love all mixed up into one.
I try to fight off my orgasm for as long as possible, but the heat Liv is generating, the pressure on my cock, and slickness of her pussy has me unravelling at record speed.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she moans wantonly, another climax brewing.
“You gonna come on me? Come all over me?” I fight to speak, knowing I have to egg her on. I want her falling apart. I want to leave a motherfucking impression.
“If you don’t shut your cocky mouth, I won’t,” Liv threatens.
“Like hell I’d let that happen.” I grind my pelvis against her clit, eliciting another drawn out, tortured moan.
“Damon, fuck,” Her whole body spasms, and I feel the sensation vibrate in my balls. She’s fighting it as hard as I am. We’ve both suddenly become masochists, unwilling to give in to the pleasure- seeking sensations holding the room hostage. Holding us hostage. The bottom line being, it’s just too fucking good to let go.
I bury my face in her neck and sink my teeth into her flesh, groaning in agony as every part of me trembles and aches, suffering from the caress of sweet surrender that’s moments away.
“Liv, I’m gonna come. Your hot pussy is going to make me come.” My voice is stressed, deep, and raspy.
“Hold me closer, then.” She breathes the words out in a rush. I release her wrists, and she immediately wraps her arms and legs around me, bringing us so close I barely know where she begins and I end.
Moments later, we come together in a shitstorm of lust and ecstasy and bliss and rapture. Paralyzed by pleasure until it all passes.
I collapse onto Liv, euphorically kissing her face and lips, groping her breasts and bathing my cock in the divine mixture of fluid we’ve both just created.
Neither of us says a word; we just bask in the aftermath. Two naked, sated bodies, indulging in gluttonous kisses deeper than the ocean, more than eager for the hardcore night of passion that’s only just beginning.
* * *
I rubLiv’s clit with the pad of my thumb while she comes. It’s a glorious fucking sight. Her on top of me, wild and free. We’ve been going at it for so long, the fucking sun is coming up.
I grab her hips and pound into her, my orgasm not far behind. I see the sun, the moon, and the stars all align as another immobilizing release sends me flying over the edge. My tendons tightening and my muscles straining once again from the climactic force.
“Christ.” Liv drops dead of exhaustion. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are bright pink, and her body is on fire. Every inch of it.
I crush her against my chest and roll us over onto our sides. She stretches out like an oversexed kitten, and I use the opportunity to massage her breast and suck her nipple.
“You’re relentless.” She shivers, cuddling up close to me.
“I know. What man wouldn’t be with you in their bed?” I wrap my arms and legs around her, locking her bare body against mine. If I’m not inside her, she’s isn’t going far. That’s the deal . . .I made with myself.
I remind myself to keep my emotions in check. This is just temporary, unless I can persuade Liv otherwise, which you know I’m going to try like hell to do.
I have three days left to show her I’m the man she’s supposed to be with, and I think last night got us off to a good start.
I’m not bragging or anything.
Okay, I’m totally bragging.
“How about we order some room service and watch the sun come up?” I suggest. I think we both need a bit of a break, and I’m starving.
She nods in agreement. “And a shower.”
“Is that an invitation?”
