by Jenn Marlow
He pressed his torso against hers and held her firmly in place. He reveled at the softness of her flesh beneath his grasp before his hands ran up her sides and slipped under her shirt. His hand felt the silk padding of her bra and marveled in the fact that it was a front clasp. It was easy to find but completely by accident. Normally, he would have immediately gone behind her back, but he wanted to revel in all that her soft skin had to offer; all that her perky breasts had to offer; he wanted to relish all of her. For once.
Patience really was a virtue, he thought. Smirking his signature smirk, he undid the clasp and felt unmasked excitement at the release of her breasts from their prison. With a bounce, they were free and so was he for that matter. He knew he had to be smiling like a fucking child at Christmas, but he didn’t care. For some reason, this time was different—and there was an extra excitement. He smiled again and grabbed ahold of her perky breasts, fondling them, but not perversely…it was almost in a sort of awe and wonderment. He cursed at himself; he wasn’t supposed to be so amazed by a woman.
She backed away from him, and he found that he immediately missed the soft supple skin of her breasts in his hands. And just as he was about to protest, she crossed her arms over her torso and grabbed the bottom hem of her purple knit shirt. She wore a smirk very similar to his own, as she lifted her shirt into the air.
She did a cute little wiggle of her hips, as she pulled the garment over her head, and he smiled. This woman was remarkable. He couldn’t help but eye her slim and toned body, as she stripped down for him, pulling away the unclasped bra, allowing her perky breasts to meet the air freely. He even continued watching as she stripped off her pants and underwear, and he was almost disappointed that the act was a little too speedy for his taste.
She was a stripper after all. He wished she had taken her time. He wanted to envelope himself in the moment. He wanted a show. Fuck, despite her not giving him one intentionally, he already felt like he was in one because before he knew it, he was fucking speaking. “My God," he breathed. He was entrapped. He couldn’t believe it…let alone understand it. It was like a movie; he was changing before his very eyes. He was actually seeing her, and seemingly no longer as a trophy fuck…but instead he was seeing her as the sexy, beautiful woman she actually was.
Her body was magnificent. It was almost a work of fucking art as she stood before him completely naked. He had always known it was aesthetically pleasing, of course…but now…now it was something different. There was more than just a physical beauty. There was a significant aura surrounding her, a fucking glow, almost. She was a fucking masterpiece in that moment, and it was then that he knew he was in trouble.
He engulfed her mouth in his again, tired of teasing—himself and her—as she pressed her heavy breasts harder into the palms of his hands, her nipples hard against his skin. Before either of them knew it, his shirt had disappeared, and she found herself running her hands down his gloriously sexy torso, savoring the absolute sexiness he seemed to exude. She eyed the rungs of his ab muscles and the trail of brown hairs that were perfectly groomed, like a fucking map to her prize.
She smiled almost sinisterly and slipped her thumbs under the waistband of his pants, tugging them off. She couldn’t even fucking get over it; he was gorgeous. Her negativity towards him had clouded the image for so long that she couldn’t even fathom it. She knew he was attractive—that much was obvious—but this level of sexuality was almost unheard of. He was almost fucking perfection. Her eyes gleamed, as they scanned his incredibly muscled body, and he had already started kissing her neck again.
She moaned, craning her neck so that he could better access her flesh. His lips were warm and wet, and they seemed to roll over her skin like silk. The energy between them seemed to swell up slowly. Then, all at once, it sparked with conducted electricity.
The surges of the flashes seemed to ignite between their interlocked bodies. She took his huge, throbbing cock into her hands, rubbing her thumb against his slit. She squeezed, mentally noting the feel of his girth within the palm of her hand. He was so thick, so large. She licked her lips in anticipation.
He growled and sucked even harder on her neck, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. The pleasure wasn’t new; he was good at it…always had been. But there was something so fucking different, and she knew the difference kept coming to the forefront of her mind, reminding her that it was there. However, she wasn’t able to pinpoint exactly what was different. When had the emotions crept up? Why hadn’t they formulated during sex before, at least to this degree? What exactly had shifted between them? What even fucking happened in the first place?
While he continued kissing her neck, his hands explored her body and fell upon her heavy breasts again, caressing them. His index fingers gently circled her hardening nipples. She sucked in a deep breath, the sensations flowing over her immaculately. He smiled, knowing he was making her feel good. His kisses moved down until his lips met the curves of her breasts. Smiling against her flesh there, he sunk his teeth into her.
She yelped, arching into him, pressing her nipple towards him until he took it into his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair and lifted his head up so that he was looking at her again. Her fiery eyes pierced him, and his eyes did the same to her.
His cock ached for the warmth only her pussy could provide, but he also ached for the warmth of her in general. He wanted to feel the soothing pleasure of heat travel across his ice-cold heart. He needed it. And he knew he did. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew he needed it.
He picked her up and, in one swift motion, all of the longing and all of the desperation ended. He plunged his cock deep inside her, and she moaned, her pussy pummeling along his cock as flashes of a rising temperature raced up each of their abdomens. His cock pressed against her inner walls with a force unlike any other she had ever experienced. His thrusts were deep, but they weren’t hard. The force wasn’t of a physical nature; it was much more complicated than that. Bullets of pleasure ricocheted through her with his every stroke, and she felt herself gasping for air.
She leaned against the wall for leverage. The exquisite pleasure she experienced, as his cock drove deeper into her, forced her tears from her eyes. Wild and unmanageable energy flowed from her body, as she clutched herself to him. She dug her fingernails sharply into his shoulders, as he drilled into her.
He drove himself into her, softly, smoothly, and with each stab of his cock, he increased his speed. Her arms and thighs grasped him tightly, desperate for leverage and safety from falling onto the floor below. She sunk her teeth into the muscle flexing and jutting off of his upper arm, biting and sucking, hoping to leave a mark, just as he had done to her so many times before. He was fucking hers now.
He clamped his hands around her hips, and she shuddered against him, her body begging for release. Sparks flickered from within her core, sort of like an electric field. She needed him to make her come. “Yes, baby! Make me come!” she said, excitedly and full of incredible pleasure. She wasn’t sure why she called him “baby,” but it almost seemed natural.
The pet name hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, and he wasn’t sure how to take it, so instead of responding, he growled—his breath hot and sharp against her ear. He couldn't take it. In one respectfully graceful movement, he pulled her away from the wall and held her close—before kneeling down onto the mahogany-colored wood floor below. He set her down gently and marveled at the beautiful way that her chestnut-brown hair flowed effortlessly around the gorgeous curvature of her face.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, quietly. She couldn’t believe he said that. It was so unlike him, so unexpected. It made her heart leap in a way that she wasn’t sure was possible for her. It even caused a strange fluttering within her stomach. She wasn’t sure what was happening. She didn’t get butterflies. She didn’t get the jitters. And she sure as hell didn’t blush, but she felt the rush of heat scatter across her cheeks, and she knew she was wrong. She wa
s probably wrong about everything in fact.
He gently pinned her hands above her head and thrust into her again. He was slow, tender, and gentle even, and his broad chest weighed heavily against her. His hard muscles clenched, as his huge cock sent hot waves of adrenaline crashing about inside of her. She was getting close; she knew she wouldn’t last long. It was all so much. She closed her eyes with a small “mmm” and imagined him coming in hot bursts inside of her. It caused her clit to throb and swell even more.
He shut his eyes, and she knew he was nearing his climax. She couldn’t fucking wait. She wanted to feel him come inside her; she wanted to look at him as he did. Their sounds echoed throughout the room, as they fucked on the foyer floor. His pubis rubbed against her engorged clitoris in the most invigorating way; the friction was driving her insane.
She was lost; and so was he, in the deep space of his mind. Everything seemed to be pleasantly suspended in time. When he opened his eyes, he was pleased to see a very satisfied-looking woman lying beneath him with her eyes closed. Her aura was still glowing intensely—if not even more than before. She was beautiful.
Full of an emotion he wasn’t quite sure of, he licked slowly up her throat and caressed her heavy breasts, taking each of her hard nipples into his hands, pinching them lightly. She groaned, and the fire was fueled even more. His mouth made its way down and engulfed her right nipple between his lips once more, softly circling it with his tongue. Her pussy tightened around his cock, and he knew that she was enjoying it more and more by the second.
She pushed her chest up into him and dug her fingers into his hair with a firm grasp. She laced her fingers around his disheveled chestnut locks. Desire edged her on more and more with every pulsating plunge of his cock deep inside of her, with every nip of his teeth grazing at her nipple, with every tingly touch of his flesh against hers. With that desire, a rush of heat formed between her legs, even more amplified than before.
“Oh, Roland,” she sighed. But she was quickly silenced when his mouth clamped down on her skin harder, his tongue still circling her hard nipple. It was as if a shot of heavy voltage ran down her body straight to her core. She needed him right now—more than she'd needed anything ever before.
“God, you feel so good,” he gasped, increasing his pace, as he began kneading her neglected breast softly until she began to cuss softly. He had to admit that he loved how foul she could be, how unrefined. It was endearing, really. He rubbed his face against the curve of her breasts again, and his lips searched for the unconquered nipple. He wanted to explore it. He needed to taste it. “You’re so tight…I have no idea how….but you feel so good…”
Each luscious word dripped off his tongue, as he continued to thrust into her. His voice was sweet as honey and just as smooth as silk—and it made her walls clench tighter around his pulsating member. She wanted him; she needed him. She needed to explore what was happening, what she was feeling. And she knew he needed the same. Even if he didn’t know it, he needed it.
“So do you… so hot… so hard…” she replied, barely in a whisper, too distracted by all the crazy emotions that were swirling about inside her soul to form coherent thoughts. The physical feeling was intense, but it was no measure to what was happening inside.
His pace was rapid but gentle, and it awakened her senses to something so unique that she wasn’t sure she’d ever experience it again. However, she hoped she would. She hoped this encounter was the first of many for them. With every heated thrust, it was like she was seeing fucking stars at the edge of her vision. It was immaculate, and her hips ground into the floor, as she strained her entire nearly incapacitated-from-intense-pleasure body to pull him closer and even deeper inside of her. “Please…”—she whined—“…faster.”
Her back arched, and she tried to press their bodies together, as she reached up and ran her fingers roughly through his hair again, tugging until he looked directly at her.
“As you wish,” he smirked, increasing his pace even more, still being as gently as possible despite the speed. She bit on her lip, an iron-taste erupting over her tongue, and she realized she had bitten too hard. But she didn’t care. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him down into a rough, messy—and even sloppy—kiss, curving up her hips until he filled her to the hilt.
“Fuck,” she moaned. The feeling of being stretched and filled felt so damned good. She was so tight, and—in that moment—she felt so fucking full. She looped her legs around his waist, forcing him even closer—if that was at all possible.
She was greedy.
She wanted more.
But how?
Smiling menacingly, she squirmed, guiding his buried cock to that oh-so-fucking-pleasurable spot inside of her—the spot that made her toes curl and her eyes see fucking fireworks. She clenched her muscles, squeezing him tighter, hoping he would get the hint; he knew where it fucking was. He had hit it so many times before. She wanted it now. Needed it now.
“Alex,” he growled, obviously struggling not to come—and obviously her walls tightening around him wasn’t helping. She almost laughed until he leaned down and tugged her lip between his teeth, suckling on it. She groaned into his mouth, not finding anything humorous out of the situation anymore. He circled his hips until he found her spot and began to thrust at his target.
Hard.
Fast.
And completely on point.
Fuck, it felt incredible.
It felt unimaginably fucking intense.
And then it happened.
There was a moment between the two of them…a moment when his eyes met hers, as he plunged deep inside of her. It was right after he leaned up from a tender kiss on her lips, and she saw a haze of tears film over his gorgeous orbs. It was then that she knew that they weren’t fucking. They were making love. And as their eyes met in that moment of clarity, he too made the realization. And it was then, that his eyes glazed over once again into something dark and fierce. It was then that his demeanor shifted and turned animalistic. It was then that she knew he had switched it off once again.
It had gone as quickly as it had come, and they were immediately back to where they started. His eyes were as black as night and his jaw was clenched, as that incredibly defensive something washed over him. It was in his realization, but it wasn’t the realization itself. It was his ridiculously terrified soul; she knew that; he knew that. They both knew it.
He knew that the moment wasn’t right though; that this wasn’t supposed to be happening. He wasn’t fucking. He was making love. And making love was something that he vowed he would never fucking do again. So when his eyes met hers, and he felt a small—but familiar—pang in his heart and a hitch of breath from his lungs in exasperation, he knew it was time to change the situation. He couldn’t do this to himself or to her. He had to get out of it. And the only way he knew how was to do what he always did, to do what was familiar to him.
He slipped out of her, roughly grabbed her arms and flipped her over so that her chest crashed against the hardwood floor. “What the hell?” she asked, exasperated. But there was no way he was going to face her. There was no way that he was going to make love—not now, not ever. Her ass stuck up in the oh-so-familiar position of being stuck up in the air, he smiled and slapped her ass cheeks. Hard.
She didn’t know where the moment had gone; she only knew that he had made the same realization that she had. That their sex had transformed along with their feelings, and she wondered why it was such a negative connotation for him. Before she knew it, her body was flipped, her stomach slammed into the floor, and her ass was stuck up into the air for him once again. And now, he was smacking it; it was all too reminiscent of a night she didn’t particularly enjoy remembering.
It was the day she realized her sexual desires far exceeded what she had originally thought. It was the day she realized that her body reacted positively to a violent force against her; it responded in favor of an assault against her. Through her hatred and her h
umiliation, she had still felt excited. And now was no different.
Her emotional connection with Roland had shifted; it had gone from hatred to tolerant, to like—and now to something far deeper, something she wasn’t even sure enough of to define. Although that was all true and she no longer hated him, she was furious at his attempt to shift the intense moment they were having. Yes, she was scared to continue, just like he likely was … but she wanted to continue. Damn it all, she wanted to continue. She wanted to experience the unknown, delve deeper into whatever was happening between the two of them, and truly experience him. Learn about him. See him. All of him.
Although she wanted to experience love-making rather than animalistic lustful sex once again, she felt something inside of her beg for it. It was almost like she was addicted. What a perfect match between the two of them; they were both incredibly fucked up. She felt her core ignite with arousal. As soon as he reached around her crumpled body and encircled her neck with one hand, his fingers digging into her throat, she felt her clit throb with intensity.
That same arousal flowed hot and thick through her veins, just like his touch had before. Where there once was affection and unknown emotional connection, there was now a blood-flowing sense of pure lust. He pressed his hand deep between the back of her thighs and felt how wet she was becoming. “God, you’re fucking soaked,” he breathed seductively in her ear.
He felt the vibrations of a moan echo from her throat, and he smiled, pressing two fingers against her entrance, running small circles around it and making efforts to trail her juices with every movement he made. With a deep breath, he pushed the tips of his fingers inside her, only to pull out once again.
He repeated.
Teasing her.