She’s obviously not wearing anything underneath judging by the visible peaks of her nipples. The thing barely covers her pussy. Her long, athletic legs are completely bare as she fidgets.
“What do you think?” she asks carefully. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” I growl, lunging at her like a fucking caveman.
She squeals as I pick her up and throw her on the bed. Her arms loop around my neck and her legs wrap around my waist.
My lips find hers in a savage kiss, long and desperate. I’ve been starving all day for her taste. “You know how much you made me wait, sweetheart?”
“Was it worth it?” she pants against my mouth, her chest rising and falling in a quick rhythm.
“Fuck right, it was, but you’re going to make it up to me.” I run my tongue over the shell of her ear. “I was promised to be able to fuck you all the way to Sunday.”
She laughs, lust shining bright in her eyes. “And if I say no?”
“I’ll fuck you all the way to Monday.”
Challenge rises in her blue gaze. It’s a game of ours, something we do when Elsa wants me to go rough and merciless on her.
“And if I say no again?” Her voice is barely a murmur.
“We can go on until Tuesday.”
She reaches between us and runs her finger over my cock. It was semi-hard since she hugged me. At her touch, my dick snaps to life in an instant.
The fucking traitor is on an Elsa-Viagra pill. She’s the only one who’s able to revive him to life.
“Fuck, sweetheart. If you don’t move your hand…”
“What?” she challenges.
“I’ll tie you up,” I whisper darkly into her ears and feel her sharp intake of air.
We don’t do this often, but whenever we do, Elsa lets go completely. My little Frozen gets off on having her will taken away by me during sex. She’s slowly admitting that fact to herself.
Baby steps.
She releases my cock and reaches to take off the T-shirt.
I clutch her hand, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m going to fuck you with my name branded on you, then you’ll ride me wearing it. Then I’ll take it off, tie your hands with it and fuck your little arse.”
A red hue covers her cheeks. I revel in her reaction to my words as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “All the way to Sunday?”
“All the way to fucking Sunday, sweetheart.”
My lips find hers as I ram inside her in one brutal go. My abs tighten with the ruthless force of my thrust. She arches off the bed. Her arms and legs grip around me like a vice.
In moments like these, when Elsa and I are one, the entire world vanishes.
The need to possess her beats under my skin and claws in my bones. It’s more than an obsession or even an addiction. It’s light in the darkness burning me from the inside out.
The more she holds on to me like I’m her anchor, the harder I fall into her warmth.
Being with Elsa is exactly like it was ten years ago. She always brought peace to my chaotic head.
The only difference is that I became more perverse about her company.
Kissing and hugging aren’t enough anymore. Now, she’s mine, body, heart and soul.