I can’t see him in the darkness, but his chuckle is unmistakable as he takes my jaw in his hand and pulls me close. “Since when do I let you question my motives?”
And then he’s kissing me—hard, deep, invading my mouth with his tongue while he invades my body with his hands, touching me, groping and squeezing like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
And it’s amazing how fear can so quickly turn to something else. My heart’s racing not out of panic anymore but out of need. Hunger. I need him to remember us, this. That no matter what happens, he can come back to this. I’ll always be waiting for him.
He works my pants down before lifting and setting me on the table. I lie back and spread my legs for him—then barely stifle a moan when his mouth is on me, his tongue plunging deep inside my pussy. His animal grunts fill the air, paired with my rapid breaths. It’s all happening so fast I can barely make sense of it, but I don’t have to. Nothing matters more than feeling; what I’m feeling right now is unbridled need burning me up from the inside out.
I cup the back of his head, pulling his hair while pushing his face closer, grinding my hips. He doesn’t try to take control back, letting me be the aggressor for once. Letting me take from him while he greedily laps up what’s gushing from me. Thanks to him, all thanks to him.
This time when he enters me with his fingers, I gratefully accept them, jerking my hips in time with his sharp, quickfire thrusts.
“So fucking wet,” he growls before sucking on my clit until my eyes roll back and my body tenses, and I fall over the edge, biting my knuckles to hold back my screams.
It’s a shock when he pulls my hand free. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you come for me.” He covers me again with his mouth, holding my clit between his teeth and flicking it furiously while massaging my G-spot and dragging out the most delicious agony imaginable. I scream because I can’t help it. I scream into the darkness and almost—but not quite—drown out his dark chuckling. I’m giving him what he wants while he gives me what I need.
By the time he finally lets up on me, I’m drained, dizzy, but hungry, too. Hungry to give him the kind of pleasure he gave me. That’s why I sit up, reach for him, find his waistband and unbutton his jeans so I can dip inside and take him in my mouth the moment he’s free.
He sucks in a surprised breath that ends on a groan. “Greedy girl,” he growls, stroking my hair. “Are you hungry for this cock?”
I moan in agreement, sucking hard, saliva flooding my mouth and rolling down the length of his shaft while I slurp eagerly.
“That’s right. Make sure I’m nice and hard before I pound your pussy. Is that what you want me to do? Do you want me to fuck that sweet pussy?”
I moan again because, yes, that’s what I want more than anything. To have him inside me, deep, locked with me. I want there to be nothing else in the whole world but us. I need him to forget everything and everyone. I want him to give me what only he can.
I’m panting in a frenzy when he pulls me off him, taking me by the hair and pulling my head back so he can crush his lips against mine. I taste myself on him, and that dirtiness only gets me hotter and wetter than ever.
He pulls his mouth away and grunts two words. “Lie back.”
I stretch out across the table with my legs locked around his waist. He gives me no warning before shoving his entire length inside me, pushing me across the table a little before taking hold of my hips and drawing me back.
He shows no mercy, taking me hard from the beginning, so hard it hurts in the best possible way. I have to hold on to my boobs when they bounce, and he replaces my hands with his, working them under my shirt and pinching my nipples while I tighten my legs around his hips. I can’t keep track of all the wild, intense sensations racing through me. I only know they’re building into something huge, something racing toward me. I want it, and I welcome it, pulling him in with my legs, jerking my hips in time with his strokes.
“Mine,” he grunts, again and again, punctuating each crash of our bodies together. “Say it.”
“Yours!” I sob. “I’m yours!”
“Forever. Always.”
“Always. Yes!” His rhythm dissolves, his pace picking up until all we’re doing is rutting like animals, using each other’s bodies.
“I’m going to come,” I warn him. “Lucas, I’m going to come!”
“Come on my cock. I want to feel you dripping on my cock.”
“Lucas… Lucas, I—”Love you. I love you.“I’m coming… oh, god…!”
And then it hits, my back arching, my pussy clenching around him. I hear his helpless groans over my ecstatic cries, and then he’s crying out, too, hot cum splashing along the inside of my thighs while he leans against the table. A deep sense of satisfaction washes over me, which goes beyond physical pleasure. This is how helpless he is for me, just like I’m weak for him. He can’t help but break all the rules regarding me, to this. For somebody who’s never had an ounce of power in her life, it’s almost too much to wrap my head around.
“I wish I could see my cum all over you right now,” he pants. “Marked. Mine.”
He drags a finger over my inner thigh, then probes my mouth. “Take it.” I do happily, sucking his finger clean. I’d do anything for him. I wish he understood that.
“See how much fun we have when I sneak up on you?” He’s still a little breathless as he laughs, and I laugh with him—softly, more cautious now that the rush of heat has passed and reality begins to seep back in. What if somebody had come in and found us? What if somebody is waiting outside right this very minute, prepared to pounce on us when we leave?
But somehow, though I know that’s a real possibility, I can’t bring myself to care. Because I was with the man I love. No matter what happens, that’s not going to change.
I only wish he felt the same. I only wish it didn’t seem like love was the last thing he wanted from me or anyone.