“I live to love you,” he said in a hoarse voice, sliding his hard length out and grinding back deep, his hands holding her thighs in a bruising grip. “I live to fuck you. Thank Christ I can finally do both.” He propped her leg on his hip, that left hand sliding in between their bodies to pet her clit with knuckle rubs and slow revolutions of his thumb. “A better man might have waited for our wedding night.”
She shook her head, a new, lazier quickening beginning in her belly. “No.”
“No is right. I’ve reached my limit for living without this tight, girl-next-door pussy.” His thumb applied more pressure to her bundle of nerves, moving side to side with devastating care. “You’re going to be so well fucked by our wedding day, I might have to carry you down the aisle. Would you like that? God knows I’m already your servant.”
His words and touch were a potent combination and her already sensitized flesh couldn’t handle the power of both at the same time. As he filth talked into her ear and played with the swollen bud between her thighs, she came in a long, drawn out wave that brought tears to her eyes. “Andrew. Andrew. Oh.”
“Yes!” he roared, impaling her hard against the wall, driving his manhood into the eye of her storm. “Fucking drench me in it, you beautiful woman. Cover me in it.”
Jiya vibrated like a tuning fork, her belly tightening and twisting, legs jerking. She could only hold on to Andrew’s shoulders—bloody from her fingernails—and endure the measured pumps that elongated her climax endlessly, until she was almost begging for it to be over, because surely her body would disintegrate under the constant pressure, release, push and pull. Sated or not, though, she needed Andrew’s release to feel complete. Satisfied. And it occurred to her even through her drowsiness that she knew how to get him there.
She kissed his mouth and he surged forward, melding their lips together like she tasted better than anything in the world and was about to be discontinued. “Andrew,” she moaned when he attacked her neck with his teeth. “You said—”
“That I wouldn’t pull out this time?” Fevered eyes lifted to hers, so intense they made her head spin. “That’s why I’m trying to make it last. I want to remember this.” He kissed her hard, dipping his tongue into her mouth. “I want to watch your eyes while you feel me finish.”
“Do it now. I want to feel it now.”
Jiya felt his abs tighten against her belly. His right forearm came to rest on the wall above. His upper lip curled in almost a snarl as he started to thrust. “Tell me to come. Say it again.”
“Come inside me. I want it.”
He lunged and flattened her hard against the wall, his flesh smacking up into hers, his arousal growing impossibly larger inside her, his breath hot on her cheek. “Do you understand that I’m obsessed with you, Jiya?” She couldn’t answer because his rough, upward drives were stealing her ability to do anything but hold on and withstand the pressure that built deep inside her once again, almost tauntingly. Her back slipped up and down the wall, aided by the perspiration building on her skin, her legs attempting to remain wrapped around Andrew’s pistoning lower body. “Anything you want, sweetheart, you say it. You tell me and I’ll give it. I’ll make you happy. Just keeping looking at me like you are right now.”
“How is that?” she gasped, her vision winking in and out when the base of his shaft found her clit, grinding down on it with every frenzied stroke.
“Like I’m yours. Like you’re mine.” He made a choked noise and pressed their foreheads together, slamming into her one final time, setting off her third climax. “Christ. Oh Christ, Jiya, that’s so fucking good. Fuuuuuuck.” His eyes never left hers, so through her own tumult of sensations, she felt every expulsion of his breath, every tremor that passed through him, the ecstasy, the love, the weight of lust being lifted, the awe and gratitude, the relief. Almost. “My God, I’m still hard. Still so hard for you.”
Those words were barely out of Andrew’s mouth before he ripped her off the wall and spun her around. He used a foot to widen her stance and yanked her hips high against his belly, leaving Jiya balanced on her tip toes. There was no finesse in what happened next. Just a desperate, dying man trying to get to heaven and her body was his only means of getting there. He walked her forward against the wall and fucked her until she had to use a forearm to muffle her screams. After a minute of no mercy pounding into her body, Andrew let out a guttural groan into her neck and more liquid heat bloomed inside her, coasting down her inner thighs.