I didn’t fight it.
I kissed him back.
He moved us toward his bed.
On our way we tore at each other’s clothes. I heard ripping. I knew I popped some buttons off his shirt. I didn’t care about either.
I just needed him.
We fell to the bed partially clothed. We made frantic but light work rectifying that.
If before sex had been a battle for control for us, now it was war.
It wasn’t hungry.
It was wild. Frenzied.
Abandoned.
I had no thought. Not one. Not about anything but what I was feeling and what I could make him feel.
In return, Nick’s intensity cocooned me. The world melted away. There wasn’t even his bedroom. His bed. These were incidentals. They existed without existing.
It was just him. The noises he made. The feel of his body. His smell. His hands on me. Mine on him. Our tongues. Our teeth. His cock. My pussy.
Reduced to that, safe in Nick, trusting in that moment that was just him, only him, nothing else existing, I eventually gave in and gave him everything.
I gave him the real me.
Safe with Nick, I submitted.
Relaxing into the position he’d earned, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck, my cheek pressed to the bed, arms under me, ass in the air, taking his cock, he felt my capitulation and drove in faster.
“You mine?” he grunted.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He had me.
So he claimed more.
I felt his thumb invade my ass.
My eyes drifted blissfully closed and my body started trembling.
“You mine?” he growled.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His hand at my neck held me down while he fucked my ass with his thumb and my cunt with his cock.
“You mine?” he bit out.
“Yes,” I repeated. “Yes, Nick. Keep fucking me. Please. Keep…fucking…me.”
He kept fucking me and my trembling turned to shuddering, the violence of it growing more and more as I felt him take me and listened to our noises fill the room. The sound of our fucking. His low grunts. My heavy breathing.
Suddenly, I knew I was going to lose hold on it, my orgasm was going to overwhelm me and I couldn’t let that happen. I had to keep it together. I had to live that moment for eternity. It couldn’t be over. I’d never have it back. I’d never be nothing but Nick’s. I’d never have him all to me.