She draws in a sharp breath. “I… I do.”
“You make me want to throw you down, rip off your panties, and finger you. You make me want to take you in every way, until you climax.”
She gasps. The air around us throbs with need. I feel myself getting aroused, feel my groin harden, my balls tighten. But I don’t try to hide it. Don’t try to restrain this primal need which fills me with the need to own her. To possess her.
“You make me want to be inside of you. To feel your tight pussy clamp around my cock. To feel your inner walls milk me as I finally…finally come inside you."
I swallow down the groan rumbling up my chest.
She shudders. Curls her fingers into fists. Squeezes her thighs together as if to clamp down on the yawning emptiness inside of her which my words have exposed.
“You know what I’m going to do after I say goodnight?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m going to take a shower. I’m going to lock my fingers around my thick, hard cock and pleasure myself. I’ll be thinking about your flushed face, and your trembling tits, and the curve of your arse, and your thick thighs. I’m going to imagine you. I’ll think of the sounds you make when I pinch your clit and squeeze my fingers around your throat until that very last moment when I let go as I destroy that sweet cunt of yours. I'll think of how good it’s going to be when I finally come inside of you.”
She moans. Her chest rises and falls, as if she’s very close to orgasming from my words.
My God. This woman is so responsive to me. It’s a wonder I’ve kept myself in check thus far.
“Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself thinking of you after that night we first met?”
She shakes her head.
“There hasn’t been a night when I haven’t jerked off to thoughts of you. For someone who prides himself on his control, I haven’t been able to control my body’s reaction to you. Haven’t been able to stop myself from finding release to thoughts of you. The things I want to do to you. Have done to you in my mind—” I shake my head. “I’m afraid if I told you, it might scandalize you.”
Her eyes widen. Her lips part. She seems on the verge of saying something, then stops herself.
“I’m so far gone over you that even taking care of myself doesn’t work anymore.”
Color smears her cheeks. The pulse at the base of her throat speeds up. I draw in a sharp breath, and I swear, I can smell the sugary scent of her arousal over that ever-present coconut and vanilla scent of hers. It goes to my head and makes my ball throb. Fuck.
There is something powerful, unsettling, and addictive about this woman. I want her so much, it scares me.
She slowly lowers her gaze to my crotch. And when she raises her eyes to mine, there’s satisfaction in her eyes.
"I won’t say that it’s not satisfying to see you suffer.” Her eyebrows knit. “Sometimes, you seem so remote. So distant. It’s so difficult to tell what you’re feeling. I’ll take whatever gives me a clue to the true state of your mood."
The silence extends.
She doesn’t make a move to close the door. I stay where I am, too.
"That kiss in the car… It was something…" The words are drawn from me like butter from milk. I can’t separate my feelings from who I am when I am with her. "Every kiss with you has been…everything."
Her eyes fill up. "James. You say the most beautiful things."
I allow myself to feel the full effect of my longing for her. Allow my body to heat further. My mind to fill with thoughts of everything I want to do to her. My skin to tingle with how it’d feel to be fused with hers.
"Only with you."
She sniffles. "I can’t even go to bed hating you."
“Thank fuck.” The breath I’ve been holding rattles out of me, leaving my shoulders heavy, grounded.
A snort escapes her.
When she speaks, her tone carrying a warmth that wasn't there asecond ago. “You speak in poetry and gut-punches. How am I supposed to stay angry at that?
