Laughing, he carries me to his room, dropping me to the bed. His eyes devour me, the heat in them shameless and needy. And I know it matches mine.
My hand runs down my belly and caresses my curves, making him groan. I pull my shorts and his shirt off, letting my hands rove a little bit, taunting him.
“That’s mine. You don’t get to touch it without my permission.”
My hips lift and and I roll over, staring over my shoulder, wicked thoughts running around my head. Wicked thoughts that match his.
His lascivious smirk taunts me. Then his hand comes down on my ass hard and I feel that electric pulse in my belly.
“Bad girls get their ass spanked, little girl.”
“I don’t think we can play that game. I’m older than you,” I smirk, my ass smarting, pulsing with the tightening of my pussy.
He shakes his head and rips the belt out of his pants, pushing his jeans down and kicking them out of the way. Pulling his shirt over his head, he flexes and my mouth dries out when his six-pack crunches as he crawls over me. He flips me over and stalks up my body, growling.
“You’re still just a tiny bit of a thing. I could do whatever I wanted with you and you couldn’t stop me.” He drags my hands over my head and I smile.
“Dare you!”
“Oh, baby. I love a good dare.”
His body shields me, protects me, taunts me and devours me. I writhe and burn with a fire like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
This man is the fire that I can’t quench, no matter how many times we make love, I can’t stop the hunger for his body, his heart, all of him.
And when we fly over the edge into tomorrow. Into our future. I know he’s the only man I’ll ever need. Screaming and crying I sink my teeth into his shoulder while he plunges into my body, erasing all of the bad memories until all that’s left is us. Two people with hearts that beat only for each other, perfectly synched to match each beat of our hearts, each breath of our lungs, until we collapse in a heap. Torn, tattered and remade into one. One love. One future. Ours.