“You aren’t goin’ anywhere.”
“I don’t like this. You’re making me uncomfortable,” I informed him.
“You’ll be comfortable in a second when my mouth is between your legs.”
Oh my God.
He did not just say that.
“You’re an ass!” I shouted. “This is not happening.”
“It’s happening Princess. I have one more night of your sweetness and I’m gonna take it.”
“You’re gonna have to take it because I’m not giving it.”
“You’ll give it.”
“Fuck you!” I was still shouting and now I was pushing away from him.
“Yeah,” he returned, “exactly.”
Then he twisted me. We went down on the bed, him on top and his weight hit me hard.
I struggled, I swear I did, but he got my wrists to the sides of my head and his mouth was on me everywhere and I couldn’t keep it up. I wanted to, I fought it, but I didn’t win.
He kissed me hard and deep then his mouth moved over my neck, to my collarbone, between my br**sts, doing amazing things to my ni**les. It was just too much. I hated him at first then I hated myself for giving in and then I couldn’t think of anything (certainly not hate) when his mouth kept at me.
He knew when I quit fighting. He let my wrists go and then I pushed him to his back, too turned on to think of running. I did the same to him, just as Daisy told me to do, if he did something I liked, I should do it back.
I went further though, out-of-control turned on, yanking his belt loose, undoing his fly, pulling his jeans down. I took him in my hand and I kid you not, no experience, nothing but instinct, I took him in my mouth.
I had no idea what I was doing but I just winged it. I did what I liked and I liked what I did and I knew he liked it too because after awhile he started to make low, growling noises.
Then he pulled me up and to the side, he sat up, yanked off his boots and socks, stood up and pulled off his jeans. I used that time to push the souls of my shoes against the heels, shoving them off. He bent over me, feet still on the floor, one hand to the bed beside me. He reached down and dragged off my panties. When they were gone, he spread my legs and then he was there, slamming inside me.
“Vance,” I breathed when he did.
“Say it again,” he demanded against my mouth.
I did.
It was like it was in the hall of my house, hard, fast, deep and I was coming close to orgasm just from the velvet violence of it.
Then all of a sudden his hand glided down the back of my leg, lifted it at the knee and he slid out of me. He rolled me to my belly, repositioned between my legs and, hands at my hips, he pulled me up, just the lower half of my body and then he was inside me again.
I felt a moment of being stunned then it melted away. He could go deeper that way, harder, and God, it felt good. I pushed my h*ps into him, curled my fingers into the covers at the sides of my head and little mewing noises came from my throat that I couldn’t control.
It would seem impersonal, him being so far away but he didn’t let it. His hands went from my hips, fingertips brushing my behind, the small of my back, softly then back to hold my hips.
That was all nice even fantastic but better yet the position felt naughty and it was simply, downright hot.
I was close, the noises I was making were getting urgent and he pulled out and flipped me around again. He dropped to his side, his arms went around me then he went to his back, taking me with him, rolling me on top.
“Don’t stop!” I cried (kind of loud and snappish) but he just stared into my eyes, pulled my legs up on either side of him, guided himself inside and sat up.
Um.
Wow.