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I scowl at him. “And I don’t appreciate being manhandled. If you want something, just ask for it like a regular human being.”
The funny thing is I still have no idea what’s about to happen. I can feel intensity radiating off him. I can see that primal look in his eyes. My heartbeat has accelerated instinctively in anticipation for whatever is coming next.
But I still think it’s going to be a fight.
So I’m stunned when he grabs my face in both hands and kisses me hard. I just stand there for a minute, hands trapped between our bodies, as his lips move roughly over mine, his tongue pushing all the way into my mouth. He steps into me with the kiss until my back is pressed against the wall.
It hurts my shoulder blades. And awakens everything else inside me.
When my mind finally processes what’s happening, my body and heart are already responding. I wrap both arms around his neck and try to draw him closer, opening my mouth wider for him and letting out a low, throaty moan.
He’s urgent. Almost needy. One of his hands curls around the back of my head while the other slides down to feel me all over. It ends up cupping my ass over my jeans. He applies pressure, easing us together snugly until I can feel the bulge of his erection in the front of his pants.
Arousal pulses between my thighs. I lift one leg, shamelessly trying to wrap myself around him. He’s rocking into me now, and I desperately want to feel it even more.
He’s still kissing me. He can’t seem to stop. He lowers his other hand so he can heft me up a few inches, holding me between his strong body and the wall as I wrap both legs around his middle. In this position, I can feel the pressure of his erection directly against my pussy. I grind myself against him, not even caring how embarrassingly eager I’m acting.
We’ve both still got our clothes on, but it feels like we’re having sex anyway. I grunt into the kiss as he pumps his hips against me. I might be able to come just from this.
But he moves before I do, carrying me over to the bed. He strips off my jeans, panties, and shirt before he climbs on top of me. I’m fumbling with his pants, trying to free his cock, when he kisses me again.
I lose myself in the kiss. I stop fighting with his zipper. It feels like I’m melting and about to explode at the exact same time, and I don’t know how my mind can contain all those feelings at once.
I’m breathless and so turned on I can’t stay still when he finally drags his mouth away from mine. He rears up on his knees and unfastens his pants, gazing down at me with that same intense ferocity. “Take off your bra, princess,” he says thickly. “I want to see all of you.”
I reach around to unhook my bra and toss it over the side of the bed. My breasts jiggle from the motion, and he makes a low sound in his throat. Almost like a growl.
There’s no way to express how the sound makes me feel. That the sight of me naked provokes that reaction in him. It’s more than physical. The pleasure goes all the way down to the core of who I am. I lie naked on the bed, panting frantically, my legs sprawled open. I whimper when he pulls his cock out of his pants and underwear.
“Did you miss me?” he asks in a rough murmur. He repositions himself on his knees and reaches out to grab me by the hips, raising my lower body so my groin is aligned with his.
Despite my enthusiastic arousal, there’s a little part of me that still wants to fight. “Not that much.”
He nudges my wet pussy with the tip of his cock, making me whimper. “Did you miss me?”
“I already answered that.” I’m so desperate to feel him inside me that I arch my spine and try to wriggle my hips. He’s got complete control of my body, however, so all I can do is fumble for purchase on the covers. “And you were an asshole.”
He pushes in about an inch but then withdraws before I can feel enough of him. His arms are shaking just slightly, but it’s from emotional tension and not because he can’t handle my weight.
I’m not a small woman, but he always makes me feel like I am. He’s so big. And strong. And everything.
“Did you miss me?” he grits out again.
Maybe on another day, I could have outlasted him, but today I really don’t want to. All I want is him, and I almost, almost have him. “Yes,” I gasp, so needy I move my hands to fondle my own breasts. “Yes, I missed you.”
He pushes his cock inside me, slow and full and tight.
I groan at the penetration and rub circles on my nipples. Everything is feeling so good. And achy at the same time. I toss my head. Stray strands of my hair get into my face. “I missed you so much.”
When he’s buried inside me, he holds us completely still. His hands are clenched on my bottom. His eyes rake up and down over my naked body, from my hot face to the place where we’re joined.
It’s exquisite torture. Having him so deep inside me but not being able to move. I could squirm. Try to pump my hips. Make it happen. But instead I relax and feel it. Feel Grant. The slow, deep, wordless force of him.
When he finally moves, it’s hard and fast and exactly what I need. He fucks me so good my body and the bed shake with the power of his thrusts, and I make loud, ragged sounds of helpless pleasure that keep rising higher.
I’m gripping his forearms as I fall into an orgasm, and my nails dig into his skin as my body clamps down and then releases in a series of wild spasms. He’s fallen out of rhythm too. He’s grunting like an animal as he keeps pushing into me. He’s close. I can see it. I love to watch him lose control. It’s the only time I ever see him let go.
His head rears up. His fingers clench hard. I expect him to pull out like he normally does.
