I moaned.
Other times, he went all in as if I were his only meal for a week.
Now I knew exactly what he had in mind.
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, his tongue, oh God, oh God.
“Oh God, just like that,” I whimpered.
He was gonna take what he wanted from me tonight. He was going to ask less. Speak fewer words. Be more forceful. Aggressive—in the most seductive way. I didn’t know how he did it, but he could make me beg to give up control. All the while, I felt his attention on me. He never made me feel like he wasn’t focused on my needs.
A moment later, he was ready. He kissed his way up my body, with a clear purpose, though without rushing, and he said absolutely nothing. When he paused at my breasts, it seemed to be for his sake and not mine, but it was me he was playing like a damn fiddle. When he rubbed, when he pinched, when he teased, and when he kissed, he pushed me deeper into a puddle of filth, and I never wanted to leave.
As soon as he was within reach, I pulled him down on me and kissed him as hungrily as I could. I locked my feet around his hips, and I touched him wherever I could reach. I needed more; I needed everything. Our breaths turned shallow as we made out, and he?—
“Oh—” I choked on a moan as he pushed his cock deep inside me.
He set me on fire.
“I’ve thought about this all fucking day,” he whispered, out of breath.
“Me too,” I croaked. Desperate for more of the fire, more of the intense sting, I met every thrust and spurred him on. “No one can fuck like you…” I moaned embarrassingly loudly as he ground his pelvis against my clit. “Or love me like you do.”
He hummed, a gritty, dark sound, and grabbed my jaw. “More than life, baby.”
I shuddered violently and kissed him hard. Exactly how I loved him, too.
He fucked me harder.
He played me. Toyed with me. Pushed me to the brink and brought me back.
“More,” I pleaded. “Please, James.”
He let out a breath and pulled out abruptly. “Turn around.”
Fuck yes, right away.
I scrambled onto all fours and grabbed the headboard.
“What a view.” He kneaded my butt cheeks and teased the head of his cock against my opening. “You want this?”
“I need it.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “I always need you.”
He locked eyes with me and raked his teeth across his bottom lip. Then he leaned forward and hauled me back against him at the same time, and we met in a kiss over my shoulder. A slower kiss, a sweeter one, with much more affection.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too. More than life,” I echoed.
A quick reprieve in an addictive storm. The next kiss was filled with urgency and desire, and he took control again. He let his hands roam my front as he pushed inside me once more, and I knew what would follow. I surrendered to it freely and let my head fall back against his shoulder.
He picked up the pace, at the same time as I slammed down on him.
He fingered me expertly, circling my clit, sliding it between his fingers, and spanked my lips, increasing the blood flow.
I started fucking myself on him, my desperation growing with each shallow breath. His cock reached so deep and stretched me so intoxicatingly perfectly that it was no wonder I lost it around him.
“Get everything you need.” He grazed his nose along my neck before he latched on and sank his teeth into my skin. His large hands came up and cupped my tits, and I arched into his touch. “Can we quit pretending we give a flying fuck about protection?”
