It was as if I approved of his stake on me, claiming my body in the most caveman-like way. I wanted to feel like his possession. Anything to distract my wandering heart from being diverted. Clint did not deserve that behavior from me this morning, and I wanted to make it up to him and our relationship.
“Damn you always get me so hard.” He began biting and sucking at my neck.
“That is exactly what I want to hear,” I panted back.
Clint moaned and then grabbed onto my naked rear, gripping hard and then lifting me up and around his waist. He backed us up towards the front door. My back hit hard against the wood and I let out a harsh cry, “Oh fuck, that hurt!” Clint stalled but I smiled, and breathed out, “And I want more.”
Clint’s eyes more than flamed as I said it. He tried to meet me in my hunger. “You want more. I will give you more!” His hands were gripping me tightly, his hardness against me making me wet, and all could do was moan at the sensation of his fingers digging harder and harder into my skin.
He stopped and stepped away, looking at me up and down once more. I was trying to catch my breath as I stayed leaning up against the wood. “I like this corset you have on. A lot.”
“Do you?” I smirked.
“Norah, you are the sexiest, most intoxicating and addictive girl I have ever known. I find myself craving you whenever you aren’t around, and when you are, all I want to do is be inside you because...”
“Because...?” I stepped forward towards him, anxious to get back to business.
Clint stepped towards me and gripped onto my shoulders. “You. Are. Mine.”
Normally such possessive words would irritate me, but given I welcomed this side of him, especially today, I rolled with what I needed to do most, and that was forget about the unexpected feelings I suddenly felt for Josh.
“Show me I’m yours then.”
His hand smoothed up my thigh and round to my backside, where he held me tightly again. I moaned at the strength of his grip. His hand then pulled at my thong, pulling it down my thighs. Clint dropped to his knees as he did. He purposely brushed his mouth past me as he lowered to his knees. The sensation of his lips lightly grazing my sensitive spot made me even wetter. I then grabbed his head and pushed his mouth towards me. He laughed a little at my forcefulness before going to work, pleasing me. I threw my head back as the pleasure between my legs made me more and more needy. I wanted more than this, needed to be connected to my boyfriend right now. Even with Clint on his knees, his tongue inside me, I was having images of Josh in his apartment in his jeans, his bare muscular chest, the way he touched my lips with his thumb...
“Get off your knees Clint. I want you in me right now!”
Clint obeyed and got up. He was smiling, even licking his lips and then he started to undo his shirt while at the same time I undid his pants and stripped him of his boxers. My mouth found his mouth as he stepped out of his clothing. I pushed him off me, and he stepped back, wide-eyed. His eyes were grinning. He knew what I wanted next. He walked up, grabbed my shoulders, and then shoved me hard against the door. I yelped at the pain of my back hitting the wood, but I relished it, and shuddered at how much I liked it. I grinned at Clint after the shock of hitting the door went through me. He walked up and lifted me on to his waist, sliding into me and then pushing me back against the door. His face was buried up near my left ear, breathing hard. I could tell he was trying to whisper words of something, love I think, but the desperation of wanting to be pounded, overtook me, and I forced my mouth over his so he understood that ‘talk time’ was over.
His rhythm was steady at first as we both banged up against the door, but as my moans increased, his thrusts intensified. My eyes began to roll back into my head in satisfaction. At this moment, nothing was pleasing me more, nothing was able to get into my head except Clint and the orgasm rapidly mounting from him