Now things between us feel raw. I feel weakened by her vulnerability, unable to keep the boundary up that usually preserves my distance. She’s too perfect standing there, obviously naked beneath her robe.
I rise, going to her, seeing those eyes widen a little bit. When I stop in front of her, I let myself look at her. Really look at her in ways I’ve never let myself look at her before. It’s the soft curve of her face, the freckles on her nose; it’s all of her that draws me in so intently. “You needed me, didn’t you?”
“I did,” she whispers.
“You begged me to be there for you, to see you, and yet I failed you every time.”
“You can see me now,” she whispers, holding my stare in that challenging way she does that I like so much. Then her hands are moving and a second later I see her shoulders bared right before the cloth flutters to the floor.
It’s an invitation I won’t refuse. We’ve stepped across that line, and now there’s no stopping what we have wanted for a year now. I step back and study the beauty before me. She makes me undone. Every curve, every line of her body, her small puckered nipples, her breasts perfect for my hands, her neatly shaved sex—she is perfect in every way. But all of that is not what calls to me. It’s her deep breathing, the lust shining in her eyes, the way she’s nibbling her lip. How much she needs me…wants me…craves me. It’s an addiction I fully understand.
When I look into her eyes again, we don’t need words. It’s there between us, something unspoken and true. I close the distance again and lift my hand to her face, and as she leans in to my touch, something so pure and foreign slides in the air between us. There is no fighting this anymore. I want her. All of her. I refuse to disappoint her again.
I drag my fingers from her face to her neck, hearing the delicious hitch of her breath. She shivers when I run my fingers over her collarbone and make my way over to the curve of her breast, tracing the skin that screams mine. When I circle her areola, her chest rises and falls quickly with her heavy breaths.
There, completely exposed for me, I take what I’ve always known belongs to me. I gras
p her waist and yank her into me, loving the way her pupils dilate and the gasp that spills from her mouth. Then I lower my head and my lips meet hers in a kiss that’s long overdue. Her lips gently dance with mine. I give her just enough so I know I can eventually pull away. Because my control is hanging on by a very thin thread.
A good year of teasing has led to this moment, and I grab her hand when she begins to slide it down my chest. “You deserve for me to be gentle,” I tell her, adrenaline rushing through my veins, quivering my muscles. “I can’t be gentle.”
“You know that’s not what I want” is her reply.
The final strands of whatever control I thought I might possess snap away. Her gasp, echoing with desire, is all I hear as I grasp her wrists, pushing her backward and slamming her back against the wall. She deserves soft, tender kisses but I’m not made of that. Not tonight.
Too long have I been teased. Too long have I been tempted by her. Too long have I dreamed of this moment, of owning each inch of her and making her mine.
She slides her hands over my buzz-cut hair, her lips following my every move. Our breathless moans mingle together and her tongue slides perfectly in rhythm with mine, hardening my cock to steel as I kiss those pouty lips in ways I’ve only fantasized about. My hands pin her between me and the wall. My grip is unforgiving, letting her know I’m going to take care of her tonight, and her moans tell me she’s enjoying it, too.
Christ, she feels ripe in my arms, ready for the taking.
My cock throbs wickedly in my pants and I grind myself between her thighs, loving the way she quivers against me, begging me to take her in any way I please. I drop her wrists and her arms wrap around my neck as I massage her ass in my hands, grinding her against me, and the hitch in her breath drives me fucking wild. She tucks her leg around my waist, pulling me closer, and I understand the need. I deepen the kiss, demanding she keep up with me. I grip her bottom, moving her faster and faster against my greedy dick, urged on by the way her moans get louder and closer together, and the way her body responds with slight quivers.
I want her to come. So I take her there, giving her exactly what she needs from me. I break free from her mouth and she leans her head back, eyes shut against the pleasure I’m offering. I grunt at the heady sounds of lust escaping her mouth and drop my head into her neck, swirling my tongue against her pulse point. I gyrate my hips harder now, from side to side, working her sensitive clit until she begins panting. There’s much I expected from Hadley, but I never expected her to surrender so easily, so perfectly. Now that I taste the sweetness of it, I want to demand everything from her.
I want it all.
Something carnal rises within me, something I can’t control. It’s her beauty. It’s the perfection of the way she sounds, the scent of her, the feel of her…I growl against her neck, sliding my tongue against the saltiness of her flesh, when I hear the hitch of her breath.
“I’m going to come,” she rasps. “Oh, God, don’t…stop…”
Her voice…her unadulterated moan of pleasure…the beginning quiver of her rising orgasm…I don’t recall the moment when I unzipped my pants and took out my bare cock. I remember hearing her soft whimper; the slow ascent of the high I took her on, but I don’t even recall the first touch of her sweet pussy against my dick. All I know is suddenly the lust in her gorgeous eyes and the feel of her tight, wet cunt is around me.
To feel her…to be as close as possible to her…I need it to survive.
The perfection of her body takes me to a place that’s not of this world, and I can only nestle my head into her neck and take what I’ve wanted for so long. She wraps her other leg around my waist, her arms around my neck squeezing hard, and I grasp her bottom in my hands, holding her tight to the wall, and I pump into her, hard and unforgiving.
This…this is all for me.
Her loud moans are music to my ears as the slapping of skin against skin, the musky scent of sex, and her slick heat are all I know. She wiggles against me to possibly move, to even take pleasure in the way she wants it, but I’ll have none of it. Not when she’s finally mine to take. I press harder with my chest, pinning her just where I want her, and I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of her neck. Her shuddering breath of pleasure and pain brushes against my ear, and I shift my hips harder, smacking my pelvis against her, shoving my cock as deep as I can get.
Fast and hard, I find the perfect rhythm to build the pleasure, higher and higher, taking us to the very peak of euphoria. Her body is my perfect playground. She’s tight and wet and hugs the thickness of my shaft to perfection. With every shift of my hips and each time my pelvis smacks against her clit, she responds to what I need of her, clamping like a vise around me, pulling at my release.
But I wait…I keep my teeth tight against the flesh on her neck, flooding her with endorphins because I want her orgasm. It’s mine. Her pleasure belongs only to me. And it’s only when I feel the hard tremble of her limbs and the convulsions on my cock that I release my teeth.
The hitch of her breath is a wonderful mix of surprise and intensity, tightening my balls. She freezes only for a second before she’s writhing against me, soaking me in her arousal. I hang there, fighting back my climax that’s burning to release, pumping savagely into her, allowing her to ride out her release, getting myself closer…and closer…and closer.
But then I lift my head and look at her, and it’s game over.