I stand up a little straighter, ignoring the fact that his fingers are still inside me. “No matter what you say, I’m not going to beg you for pleasure.”
His hand is still in my hair too, and I feel his fingers tighten. “I thought we agreed you would do what I say?”
“Within reason, Christian.”
“It’ll be worth it,” he says, sliding his fingers out of me. I ignore the fact that I feel empty now, distracted by the fact that his fingers are now in his mouth, tasting me. The sound that comes from him makes me wet again, and he grins around his fingers. “I do love the way you taste.”
Blood rushes to my face, and I turn away, embarrassed.
“You never used to blush when I said things like that,” he notes.
“It’s been three years, Christian. You don’t know me anymore.”
His hands creeps around my waist, easing me back against him. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I think I know you pretty well.”
“Sex isn’t knowing someone.”
“I never said it was,” he says, breathing against my shoulder. “I know that you’re still stubborn. I know that you’ve changed, become someone who goes after what she wants. I know that you’ve been painting, and I know that you’re just as sexy as the day I met you.”
My stomach does a flip-flop, which I ignore. This is not what this is for. He’s not supposed to notice things about me. I don’t know if I want him to, and yet I can’t help but be pleased that he is. “How do you know that I’ve been painting?” I ask, latching on to the one thing in that list that’s the easiest to deal with.
He grabs my hands and raises them so I can see. My fingers are spattered with blue flecks from my painting earlier today. It hadn’t even occurred to me that you could still see them. I hadn’t remembered. “Oh.”
Still guiding my hands, Christian uses my fingers to tuck into the waist of my panties and push them to the floor. He leaves me only for a moment, and I hear the rustling of his pants before he’s against me again, and I can feel the hardness of his cock against my ass. “We haven’t used the bed yet,” he whispers in my ear, turning me towards the wall. “Why start now?”
I let it happen. Christian guides me to the wall, pressing me to it with his body. His hands are on my hips, pulling them back just a little, and the way he’s arranging me to his liking turns me on more than I want it to. I’m dripping again, so, so ready.
Christian fits himself against me, not easing in this time, instead thrusting in with one stroke. It takes my breath away, and I groan into the wall. I reach out for something to grab, something to hold onto while my body adjusts, and I find Christian. He grabs my hands, weaving our fingers together, holding my arms wide. I feel vulnerable, held open and pinned in place, but I also feel good. I’ve moved on from my conflicting emotions about Christian and I’m just enjoying the way he’s here. I like the way he fills me up, stuffed and aching.
He’s working me with long, steady strokes, a calm rhythm that makes me think he’s going to take his time. God, it feels so good that I think I might collapse, but I won’t, because he’s holding me up. Mostly with his cock.
“I can paint too,” he says, grunting as he thrusts. “With pleasure.”
I gasp as he tilts his hips under, changing the angle and making it just that much better. “That was really cheesy,” I manage to say.
“But it’s still true.”
“Fuck you,” I say, but it comes out as a moan, and it sounds like a confirmation and not a complaint.
He presses his lips to my neck, and the kiss shivers down my spine. “As you wish.”
I don’t have time to make fun of the old phrase because Christian’s not holding back anymore. He drives into me, relentless, pounding, and every hit drives me higher. Each thrust draws a cry from me, until it’s one long sound, and I beg. I beg for him to fuck me harder, to make me come.
I’m pressed fully against the wall now, Christian’s body against mine. The cold friction of the wall contrasted with the heat and movement of his body put me that much closer. And then I’m there. The bright, shining promised line just barely out of reach.
“Please,” I beg. “More.”
He gives it to me, thrusting to the hilt, and I scream, coming. I gush onto his cock, and he comes too, sending warmth deep into my pussy. Sheer bright heat and pleasure flash up my spine and outward, and I try to move, but I can’t the way he has me trapped between his body and the wall. I’m helpless in the face of this pleasure.