He fucks me like he’s been starving for it. Like fifteen years of moving on and keeping everything at arm’s length built up a pressure that only this can release. Like some part of him that has been locked down and leashed and carefully controlled for as long as he can remember has finally, finally been let off that leash and has absolutely no interest in being put back on it.
His hips drive into mine, hard and deep, each thrust pushing me up the tile wall. I hold onto his shoulders and feel everything, the cold tile and the hot water and his mouth on my throat. The fullness of him, the building pressure that is rapidly becoming unbearable.
Then without warning he pulls out and sets me down. My feet find the tile and his hands find my waist steadying me. Before I’ve processed any of it, he’s scooping me back up, both of us dripping wet, completely unconcerned, and moving.
His mouth finds mine in the steam and he kisses me as he carries me out of the bathroom, still hard against me, and I wrap myself around him and kiss him back as the cold air of the bedroom hits my wet skin.
He lays me down on his bed. On his white duvet, his fluffy pillows, everything I picked for him. This room that smells like cedar and him, and I barely have time to register any of it before he’s over me, all of him, his full weight settling between my thighs, his forearms bracketing my head.
I stare into his deep green eyes. We’re still both soaking and neither of us care.
He notches himself at my entrance. In one thrust, he drives his cock into me again. I gasp at the sudden fullness of him again, deeper somehow in this position, hitting me deep in a way that makes my toes curl.
He swallows the sound with his mouth, his hips finding a rhythm immediately. His pelvis rolls into mine on every thrust and I feel the friction on my clit, feel the pleasure building atthe base of my spine, my whole body yearning for everything I know he’ll give me.
His weight pins me to the mattress and I feel completely surrounded by him. His size, his warmth, his scent, and I pull him closer anyway because I’ll never get enough of him either.
“I want to come inside you.” His hips drive forward. “You want that, baby?”
“Please,” I gasp, my inner muscles clenching down at his request.
He drags his mouth to my ear. “That’s right. I can feel how much you want it. Fuck. You make me lose my mind.”
My fingernails rake down his back as my legs wrap even tighter around him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes. “I’m gonna fill you up so full it drips down your thighs. And you’re gonna squeeze every last drop out of me.” His teeth graze my earlobe. “You gonna do that for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m on the pill. You can. Yes.”
He shifts his weight, hooks my knee up over his hip, pushes deeper as he gazes at me, something hot and desirous moving through his expression.
“Someday,” he says, “you’re going to go off it.” His thumb drags across my lower lip. “Someday I’m going to breed you for real. Fill you up and keep you that way.”
As he gives me a hard, almost punishing thrust, I see stars behind my eyes.
I don’t put any stock in what he’s saying. He’s out of his mind with arousal right now—he just told me as much—and it’s got him saying all kinds of things. And yet something in me wants to hold onto every word of it.
I don’t let myself.
He leans down to kiss me again before continuing, “But for now…”
“For now?” I repeat breathlessly.
As he slams his cock inside me in slow, hard, rhythmic thrusts, he grunts against my throat. His lips are open, teeth grazing my skin, breath hot. “For now I’m going to make a mess of your pretty little cunt,” he says. “And you’re gonna take it.”
His hips drive into mine with a force that makes the bed pound against the wall, that drives the air out of my lungs on every stroke and I don’t care, I want more. Any pretense of control is gone now.
With my my legs locked around him, I pull him closer, my whole body arching up to meet him. My heel slams into his thigh. My nails sink into his back and drag down and I feel the skin raise under them.
“You feel so good,” he grits out. His jaw is tight. His arms are shaking slightly with the effort of holding back. “So fucking good. I’m not going to last.”
He’s fucking me so deep that my head bumps up against the headboard and I don’t care. I’m barely aware of the sounds I’m making, how loud I’m being, and I don’t care about that either. Not when every noise I make seems to inflame him, to drive him even wilder.
“I’m so close,” I pant. “Come inside me. I want to feel you come.”
My words make him groan. His hand slides between us. His thumb finds my clit and that’s what it takes to send me over the edge.
I’m coming again when he grabs the back of my head and forces my face harder to his. Our noses bend. Our teeth knock.
