I feel his breath on my neck, sense the movement of his hands, and hear the unmistakable rattle of a belt buckle and a zipper lowering.
I open my eyes to the darkened room. There's enough light from a small lamp in the corner to illuminate us both. I see his cock. Beautiful. It's long and thick, jutting out from his body. He pulls a condom package from the front pocket of his pants. I watch silently as he sheathes himself, slowly and meticulously. His large fist pumps over the barrier that is now the only thing separating the two of us.
He kisses me again, but this time the tenderness is buried beneath a layer of measured aggression. His tongue tangles with mine, teasing and taunting. I push my body closer to his, wanting to feel every part of him that's exposed.
He's as dressed as he was when we got here. His shoes are still on. Only one button is undone on his pressed shirt. His pants hang open, enough that his cock has the room it needs, but the rest of him is hidden away.
I try to unbutton his shirt but his hands are on mine, tugging them behind my back. "Your hands. I can't. If you touch me, I'll blow apart. I fucking swear I will come apart, Ellie. Don't."
I whimper. "Fuck me then."
"That mouth," he hisses. "That goddamn mouth of yours makes me so fucking hard."
I try to move but his grip is too tight. I lean forward and run my tongue over his jaw, across the stubble that's now taken root on his skin. I bite him softly. "Don't wait. Take me now."
He grinds against me, one hand cupping the nape of my neck, the other circles my waist. His movements are precise, quick and fluid. He spins us both around, lowering me onto my back on the leather couch.
"I've thought about this a million times," he says darkly. "You like this. Spread open, wet, aching for me."
He moves and my body does too, seamlessly my legs part and he settles between them. His cock is resting against my thigh. It's heavy, needy.
He palms it as he looks down at me. His eyes are hooded and filled with lust. "You tell me if it's too much, Ellie. You tell me to stop if that's what you need."
"Yes," I breathe, my body pulsating with need. "I will if it's too much, but I like when it hurts."
He circles my clit with the head of his cock before he slams himself into me in one solid thrust.
I scream because it's uncontainable. The bite of pain wrapped around so much pleasure bows my back. I grab onto his shoulders, my nails digging through the fabric of his shirt, trying to etch a mark into his flesh. I want to own a piece of him, just as he owns me right now.
He pumps, lightly at first as if I'm a doll who will break into a million pieces if she's fucked too hard.
"I want this," I purr through a moan. "You won't hurt me."
He pushes deeper, my body adjusting to him, not easily, but eagerly. He pumps harder, each movement of his hips in tandem with a groan from his lips.
"Fuck," he growls as he kisses my neck. More words are there, but they get lost in his breath on my skin.
I moan when his hand tugs the front of my dress down. I whimper when he bites my nipple between his teeth, and then I come. I come hard as he relentlessly drives his cock into my core.
He kisses me through my orgasm, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip. "Give me another, Ellie. Let me hear that again."
I do. I lick my index finger, slide it down my stomach and rest it against my still throbbing clit. I circle it slowly as he watches, his cock pulsing inside me, even though he's as still as the air that surrounds us. My hips move, seeking more. I grind up and into him, brazenly taking what I want. I get it when I feel the rush of the next climax, potent and fierce as it rolls through me.
"I could come just from the sight of that." He rests his forehead against mine as we both look down at our bodies connected. "That was so fucking hot."
He bucks, grinding into me. His hand moves, trailing soft fingertips down my stomach, to my hip. His touch changes as he grips my skin. He presses, holding me down as his untamed need to come takes over again.
His mouth roughly claims mine as he pumps deep, long strokes that spike heated pleasure through me before he finds his own release. My whispered name on his lips is the only sound in the room as his chin drops and his heavy breaths stutter.
Chapter 21
Ellie
"Tell me what I can do for you, Ellie."
I stare at him. He's standing now, his pants still hanging open, his cock tucked back inside his boxer briefs. He kissed me softly after his orgasm, telling me over and over again how good it felt when I came around his cock. When I asked for a glass of water, he tied off the condom and walked into the kitchen. I took a deep breath. It did nothing to steady my nerves or to slow my rapid heartbeat.
"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask quietly. "I need to put myself back together."
"You could let me take you apart again," he says with a smile.