“No what?” he asks with dark, wild eyes, pausing.
“I’ve had your tongue. I need you inside of me. All of you. Now,” I say through desperate breaths. Luckily, I gifted him that fertility potion the other day, and he took it with a devious glint in his eye.
He smirks, not wasting any time as he stands, towering over me and nudging my thighs farther apart. The massive, hard outline in his pants isdirectly in front of me, and it makes me squirm, makes my body pulse with a desperate need for him.
I reach out and undo his belt in a frenzy, surprising myself at how efficiently I unbuckle it. He rips his shirt off, showing me the deep lines in his abs that lead straight down and underneath his pants. I run my hands along his hard stomach, taking in the new scattered tattoos that decorate his perfect body. My mind is too distracted to study them closely right now, though. He rips his pants down to his thighs, and I gasp at the sight of him coming free.
He leans over and rips the top of my dress open, exposing my breasts. I can’t help but smile as he takes me in with his heavy gaze, on display just for him. He leans down and kisses me hungrily while lifting me up with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his strong shoulders that feel like my anchors, and he walks to the wall, placing my back against it.
“Tell me again what you want,” he mumbles against my lips as he presses his hips against me, making me moan again. The fabric of my dress is between us, and I need it gone.
“I need you inside of me. Now. Hard. Fast. Desperate. Like you’ve been waiting to do this for an eternity, and you can’t wait a moment longer.”
“I have, love. I fucking have.” He places kisses along my neck and up to my ear. “But I need to be gentle just for a few moments, okay?”
He pulls his hips back just enough to lift my dress up, then he lines his warm tip up against me and presses in slowly. There’s definitely a hint of pain as he stretches me, but having him inside of me feels so fucking right I don’t care.
“More,” I moan impatiently.
He pushes a little more. I feel so completely full and stretched already, but then I realize he’s not even halfway in. It turns me on even more.
He pulls out and presses in again, taking his time, studying my face. He repeats it a few more times, and I adjust to the pinch of pain mixed with pleasure. I like it. I want more.
Our lips meet again, messy and desperate. “Fuck me already,” I demand.
He chuckles darkly against my lips as he pulls all the way out. Then his fingers dig into my skin, and he thrusts into me, fully and completely, and I cry out, tilting my head back as I see stars.
He holds me against the wall with one arm, placing his other hand over my mouth. “Shhh. Not too loud. As much as I would love to hear you scream just for me, if we get interrupted, I’m fucking murdering someone.”
I laugh and nod, and then he looks deep in my eyes as he pulls back and thrusts all the way into me again. So deep and full, but the pain is lessening and the pressure that promises release is building.
He holds himself there for a moment, filling me completely as I adjust to him, our eyes locked on each other. This is what I’ve been craving. Being close to him on a whole new level. I can’t believe I waited so damn long to do this.
“Are you okay?” he asks tenderly as he runs his hand through my hair. “Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. I mean, it does, but I like it. I don’t know what that says about me.
“Don’t lie to me,” he whispers against my lips, breathing into me. “I’ll go slow.”
“No. I meant what I said. Give me the pleasure and the pain. I want all of you.”
His eyes become dark and stormy as he slowly pulls himself almost all the way out, then thrusts right back in. Hard.
I smile through the moan I let out. “More.”
His gaze travels all over me as if I’m something to be worshipped, and it sets my body on fire.He begins to set a ravenous, unrelenting pace. With my arms wrapped tightly around him, I pull his mouth to mine for a kiss that’s impossible to control with how wildly our bodies are moving, but so perfect anyway.
He’s still holding me up with ease, holding my body open to him at the perfect angle. I feel that distinct pleasure building every time his body rubs against my clit as his impossible length pumps in and out of me. With every thrust I feel myself edging closer and closer. Everything feels like it’s coiled up so tight, it could snap at any moment.
He slows his pace for a moment, both of us breathing heavily as he looks into my eyes. Hooking one arm around my lower back and using the wall to help hold me up, he reaches his other hand down and slowly rubs that sensitive spot between my legs with his thumb. His rhythm is slow and deep. It’s fucking perfect.
Suddenly, the combination is just enough to send me over the edge. My vision goes blurry as the first powerful wave drowns me in pleasure, and his hand immediately finds my mouth again. I moan against it as he continues to pump into me, wave after wave sending me deeper into the abyss.
I recover for a moment, and then it feels like he somehow gets even harder. When I feel the warmth of him spilling himself into me, I explode around him again. This time he doesn’t cover my mouth, so I bite hard into his shoulder as he thrusts as far as he can go a few more times.
We finally slow to a stop, sweaty and breathing heavily, then he wraps both arms around my waist tightly and leans his damp forehead against mine.
“I love you,” he whispers.
