She squeaks and looks back at me. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes wide and shining.
I run my palms over the curve of her ass, then nip again, a little harder. “Is that rough enough?”
She arches her back. “That’s a little aggressive but I wouldn’t say rough.”
I twist my hand in her hair, winding the strands around my fist, and give it a sharp tug. She moans. “This?” I ask.
“You’re getting closer.”
I kick off my jeans and boxers, and I lift her hips so she’s on her knees, ass up. My cock is so hard it aches. I press against her,just the tip, and shudder because the heat and wetness is almost too much. I’m about to lose control again.
“Is fucking you like this rough?” My voice comes out a bit broken. “Is it just being animalistic and primal?”
“Yeah. I guess you could say?—”
I don’t wait. Instead of my cock, I shove four fingers inside her, more than her opening wants, and at the same time I yank her hair. She cries out, not a little moan this time but a raw sound that fills the room and makes my skin prickle.
I freeze. “Sorry, was that too much?”
She meets my eyes over her shoulder, looking wild and gorgeous. “No, dummy. Keep going.”
(Oh.)
I bite back a smile. “Okay.”
I finger fuck her, stretching her to her limits, and she rocks back against my hand like she can’t get enough. I pull her hair, fist tight at the base of her skull, and then let go so I can reach around, grabbing her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples. I take turns tugging on each one, making her gasp each time. Her body starts trembling and she pants with every finger thrust.
“Spank me,” she says.
I smack her ass, leaving a perfect red print. She moans louder. I do it again, and her whole body shivers.
She’s dripping. I can feel it.
I can’t wait anymore.
I line up and shove my cock into her. It’s not gentle or careful, just a desperate thing. The heat and wetness is so insane I actually freeze. For a second I can’t move or breathe or think. She’s so tight around me, squeezing me, drawing me in, and the sensation takes over every cell in my body.
I never imagined it would feel like literal heaven.
This is real. I’m inside her. I’m inside the woman I love.
Her hips push back against me and I nearly lose it. I have to grab her hips with both hands, just to steady myself. I start thrusting as hard as I can. Her back arches, and there’s nothing between us but skin and sweat and I’m not even sure if I’ll remember how to breathe again.
She starts grinding on me like she’s trying to pull me deeper. The bed creaks. Our bodies slap together. I match her rhythm, thrusting into her, and it feels so natural, like my body was designed for this. For her.
Every time I push into her, I feel this pulse of belonging, like I’ve finally found where I fit. I want to wrap my arms around her and never let go.
I want to tell her I love her.
I almost say it.
But I bite it back because it’s too soon. We’re not even boyfriend/girlfriend.
Yet.
I keep fucking her roughly, the way she said she liked it. I spank her, leaving another red mark, and she moans into her pillow. I pull her hair, and her head snaps back so I see her face locked in pure pleasure. She’s so gorgeous it hurts.
I release her hair and she buries her head back in a pillow. She makes this muffled sound like “an… an…” I can’t tell if it’s my name, like Aer-an, or just noises, but the thought of her moaning for me turns my brain inside out. I want to hear it for real. I want to hear her scream my name.
