“For your information, Kai, we’re not disagreeing, we’re fighting.”
“Okay, Stel a, we get in a fight, we talk and work it out. I repeat, you do not fuckin’ walk away.”
“And I repeat, I’l do what I effing wel want!” He looked furious, furious enough to explode but instead, his head slanted and he kissed me.
It was a hot kiss. Fuel ed by the fight and such an intense kiss, we were al over each other. Hands and mouths everywhere, the anger turned to something else entirely and I liked it a lot.
He tore down my underwear as I pul ed off my tank.
Luckily, he was already naked.
Then his lips were on my bel y, his hands spreading my legs then his mouth was right where I needed it.
He was good at this. If I had to rank his talents, oral sex was arguably top of the list. Therefore, he had me squirming and panting under him in no time.
Then he came up over me. I thought he’d enter me but he didn’t. His hand moved to cup me between my legs but that was it. No finger action, no movement, just holding me there. His mouth was at my throat.
“What do you want?” he asked there.
I didn’t hesitate, couldn’t, I was in a state.
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed.
“Beg,” he ordered and my eyes, which had been closed, flew open.
“No.”
His head came up, his eyes captured mine and his fingers, final y, did a swirl.
Then one slid inside then out then back in.
While he was doing this, he repeated, “Beg me, Kitten.”
“No,” I repeated but it was stil breathy.
His hand kept moving.
His lips came to mine and he whispered, “Beg me, babe.”
I was no match for his hand which I was thinking was as talented as his mouth.
Therefore, I whispered back, “Please, Mace, fuck me.” His hand stil ed and my mind went blank.
“Say it again.”
I said it again.
I no sooner finished the words than his body disappeared.
Before I could figure out where he went, he whipped me to my bel y. I looked at him over my shoulder and he was on his knees between my legs. The minute his eyes caught mine, he lifted up my hips and slammed into me.
Effing hel .
It was heaven.
My head jerked back and I moaned, “Yes.”
His hands at my hips, he drove in again and again. Just as I was about to explode, he pul ed out and I groaned in protest.
He fel to his back and moved me over him.
“Mace…” I breathed against his mouth but he was jerking my legs at the knees so I was straddling him. He pushed me up, entering me at the same time.
I looked down at him.
Lordy, but he was beautiful.
“Now, Kitten, you fuck me,” he demanded, his voice thick.
Without hesitation, I did.
As hard as I could, as rough as I could and as fast as I could.
I threw my head back with my climax and he whipped me on my back and finished by driving in deep, making my second orgasm ride the wave of the first.
When he was done, I took his weight and he kept moving inside me, gently pressing his hips between my legs while I purred.
Final y, he stopped and he did something with his body, his weight stil on me but I wasn’t taking al of it. One of his hands was stroking my side from hip nearly to armpit.
His face was in my neck.
“I like fightin’ with you, babe,” he told my neck.
Oh dear.
He was gonna piss me off.
“Don’t piss me off,” I told the ceiling.
His head came up, my eyes shifted to him and he was grinning at me. “We should have fought a lot more a year ago. Would’ve never left you.”
Now, I was getting pissed off so I decided to share.
“Erm… you’re pissing me off,” I warned him.
“Gonna pick a fight with you every day,” he informed me.
“Mace –”
His face came closer and my head pushed back into the bed but it didn’t get very far and his mouth touched mine.
“Forgot how much I like you on your knees,” he muttered against my mouth. “Your heart-shaped ass right there for me.”
“Mace –” I tried again.
“I’m beginning to change my mind,” he told me conversational y, his mouth moving from mine to my jaw.
“Pretty soon, you’l be famous. Everyone’l want what I got right here.” His hips moved again, as he was stil inside me and I was tender, I let out an involuntary short, rough purr.
His hand moved up my side from my hip and in, cupping my breast. “But it’s mine,” he whispered against my cheek and then his mouth moved to my ear. “Al , fuckin’, mine.” Even though I liked what he was saying, like, a lot, I stil felt it important to stay on target.
Therefore, I informed him, “I’m not done being mad at you.”
His head came up and he was stil grinning. “I’m al right with that.”
It was safe to say I wasn’t getting pissed anymore. I was there.