With a hand, she weakly waved him off and moaned an, “Uh-uh.”
“Yeah, wake up,” he ordered. “Need the password.”Need you. Need to be inside you.
She scooted down on the chaise, slinking her body up and down in a move he’d only seen on strippers, as she readjusted herself to lie flat on the elongated chair, then curling back up into a ball. The hem of her skirt rode up as she did so, giving him a show of thigh, buttocks, and white lace panties.
Fuck’s sake.
“Gonna fuck you,” he told her, his eyes glued to her panties. He knew what delights they hid.
“M’kay.”
His dark eyes flicked up to her face in surprise; the tiniest hint of a smile lifted her lips. She was awake, knew exactly what she was doing, thetease. He snapped his hand toward the door. “Fred—out!”
Fred didn’t hesitate, shooting out the door.
Her eyes were opening when he stood, grasping her hips and flipping her onto her stomach, yanking her up onto her knees, and pulling her back toward him. He heard her catch her breath in surprise at the quick, rough treatment, but she didn’t protest, letting him position her.
With her skirt tossed over her back and panties yanked down, he slapped her bare buttocks twice, hard. He was pleased with her jump both times, the sounds of surprise, and the red imprint of his hand on her skin, marking her as his, at least momentarily. “Playing with me?”
She didn’t answer. She didn’thavean answer, only an admission, he knew. She hid her face in the cushions, her fingers curling into the sides, already holding on for the ride.
He tore into a condom and covered himself, not touching her, enjoying the sight of her posed before him, waiting obediently to receive him, the anticipation as much of a turn-on as his touch. And he knew she was ready, could see her glistening for him, could see the rapid rise and fall of her back as she breathed, panting already. It made every second it took to prepare feel like an eternity.
But he took his time entering her, his low groan mingling with her smothered cry. He eased in, which caused her to press back against him in an attempt to take him in more fully. He watched himself slide into her. “Impatient.”
“Shut up.”
He smacked her ass again, eliciting another squeak; he turned to fucking stone at the sound. He slammed the rest of the way into her, giving his hips a swivel at the end, wanting to touch every part of her. Her hands fisted, and she shuddered hard, which made his eyes roll to the back of his head. The way she squeezed him was fucking perfection.
He took his time, delighting just being inside of her, hearing her screams, feeling her struggles to move him along, for more. His hands roamed her ass, her thighs, her back. She persuaded, she cursed, she rocked back against him. He spanked her into submission, forcing her to endure his torturously slow pace as she whimpered and pleaded, her entire body trembling and covered in sweat.
But those moments within her—any moment with her, if he was honest—was peace for him. And right now, he wanted to hang out in the dreamland she had him suspended in, every sound and movement of hers healing something in him he didn’t know was capable of repair.
When she reached for herself, he slammed into her, his fingers digging into her hips so deeply they would bruise. The roughness forced her to brace both hands against the back of the chair as he violently gave them both what they wanted. She arched her back for him, pounding her fist on the cushion as she invoked his name amongst deities. She squeaked and bucked, her walls tightening around him in delicious waves.
He burst into her with a groaning gasp. God, he fucking loved coming inside her.
Collapsing over her back, he shakily held her as they both gasped for air. He kissed her spine gently, her shoulder blades, her neck, before asking, “Did I hurt you?”
A chuckle met his question.
That was a no.
Standing up, he pulled her up with him as he withdrew from her, missing the connection instantly as he did so. Kneeling on the bench beneath him, angling her head up to look up at him, he shoved her forward again to slip back inside her. But as good as he was, and as much as he wanted to, he wasn’t physically ready to yet.
Fucking lazy cock.
But his will was there.
Instead, he grasped her jaw and leaned down, kissing her hard. Fucking loved kissing her, too.
Needed to stop loving doing this shit to her, with her, so much.
Needed to stop using the adjective altogether. But could he help what his cock loved? No. Didn’t mean his heart was in it.
He stepped away to head to the bathroom. He watched her turn to watch him go, straightening her dress with a flush on her cheeks, looking coquettish as she knelt at the end of the chair, regarding him back shyly from beneath lowered lashes with those expressive eyes of hers.
Fuuuck.