“You sure about that, Babydoll?” He questions me, a slight smirk on his face.
“Yes, I told you.” I pause, “Fuck me and make me forget that anyone else has ever touched me.” A devilish smile comes on his face as he just nods his head, and he thrusts inside of me quickly. Hard. Rough, and I can’t hold my moan inside as he does.
“That’s right, baby. Don’t hold back. It drives me fucking crazy to hear you enjoying yourself.”
He holds my head as he continues to pump into me. When my head rolls back, his lips fall down, trailing kisses up my neck until he stops and when he latches on, the bite alone is enough to send me over my edge. His thrusts become erratic until he grunts out and leans his head against my chest before he rolls to the side and pulls me into him.
Cuddling...
I’ve yet to cuddle after sex. It’s just always been a means to get out of my head. To get out of the feeling of hating myself and everyone around me. But I kind of fucking love it already… or at least with him.
Every other time, even if it was just a means to get out of my world, it never fucking worked, I could always think about everything, I could never remove the memories, no matter how fucked up I was, but this time the only thing I can focus on is him.
He surprises me when he gets up, and I look at him for a second; he smirks. “I’ll be right back.” He leans into me and kisses me again. I can’t help but watch him as he walks out of the room and heads down the hallways.
When he comes back into the room, he’s carrying the food we left out on the counter downstairs.
“Hungry?” I smirk as I look up at him.
“Starving…”
