"Yes," I said softly as he traced light circles around my areola and then my nipple. My panties began to dampen in response to his touch, and I was suddenly acutely aware of the empty aching between my legs. My body remembered him and what he had done to me last time.
"And now?" He left a trail of kisses down my chest to my cleavage, then flicked his tongue lightly over the end of my nipple, teasing me more. I arched my back, willing him to take my breast in his mouth, to suck me like he'd done before. But he didn't. Instead, he smiled, and unbuttoned my pants, kneeling at my feet as he stripped them from my legs and tossed them on the floor with the other clothes.
He ran his hands up my thighs, his thumbs pressed against my inner thighs as he tormented me further.
"I'm comfortable, Hammer," I said. "It's all comfortable. I want you."
"That's good to hear," he said. "But I want you to be more than just comfortable." He kissed one of my inner thighs, and it took everything I had not to push my * into his face, I wanted him so badly.
But he didn't kneel between my legs and lick me like he did last time. Instead, he slipped off my panties and tossed them to the side with the pants, then rose to his feet, chuckling when I let out a disappointed groan. "I know," he said. "You're comfortable, right?"
I nodded, biting my bottom lip. Comfortable was no longer the right word. Overwrought was a better one. I wanted to feel him inside me, to have him ride me until I couldn't think about anything else except him. "Hammer," I said, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft. This time, he didn't stop me. Instead, I listened to his breath grow more shallow as I began to stroke him, my hand moving up and down his length in measured rhythm.
"Yes," he said.
"All the stuff that's happened," I said. "I want you to take it away. I know you can't, but I want to pretend. I want you to make me think about what's happening right now. In the moment. I want to forget everything else, even if it's only for a moment."
Hammer groaned, and I wasn't sure if it was because of what I said or what I was doing with my hand. I knew it wasn't a long-term solution to anything, but I wanted him to take me away, to obliterate everything around me, all the shit I had to worry about, so that the only thing I could think about was him and I. Right now.
"Is that really what you want?" he asked.
"It's really what I want," I said, my heart racing. I wanted complete annihilation.
"Fuck," he said, his voice raspy. He turned to grab a condom, and rolled it onto his length, then paused. "You want me to be gentle, go easy with you?"
My heart raced, and before I could second-guess myself, I said, "No."
"I want to hear you say it," he said.
He wanted to hear me say it? I suddenly felt bold. I'd say it, all right. "I don't want gentle. I don't want to be coddled or handled with kid gloves."
"Oh, hell," he said, his voice a growl. Before I could react, he stepped toward me and slipped his hands under my ass, lifting me up off the ground like I was nothing. "You want this," he said, more of a statement of fact than a question, and I felt the tip of his cock against my entrance.
I didn't have time to respond before he slid me onto his length, impaling me with his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, more than acutely aware of the fact that I was so wet, that there was no pain. Just the opposite. It was like he had flipped a switch in my body, turned on my body's ability to respond with pleasure instead of only pain and horror. Every nerve ending was on fire, burning with desire for him.
It was the same act, his entering me, yet it was as different from the other men as it could possibly be.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I didn't move on him, just let him hold me there, satisfied with the way he filled me. Satisfied was something foreign to me when it came to sex.
"Are you going to just hold me like this forever?"
"I can if you want me to," he said, grinning.
"I like it," I whispered.
Hands still under my ass, he leaned forward and kissed me. Devoured me was more like it. His mouth connected with mine, and any ability I'd had to keep my thoughts clear was immediately and entirely destroyed. He didn't move me, but his cock twitched inside me, sending an immediate, visceral response through my body. I moaned, even while his mouth covered mine.
And heard him make a noise under his breath, this primitive sound that made my heart race faster and my entire body cry out for his touch. I wanted him all over me, all at once. Every part of me craved him.
I’d never known lust before Hammer.
Now, he was teaching me what it meant to want someone this way, so badly, with every fiber of my being.
I wanted more. I had never dared to want anything. But suddenly, I wanted everything.