He kissed me again, this time, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of my blouse. He was undoing them quickly, without much care, and I felt like my body trembled with every single one of his movements, like I was going to faint from the way he was looking at me, from the way he was touching me, from the way that he wanted me.
I could tell—I could feel—how much he wanted me, and it made me feel so beautiful. Once he was done unbuttoning my blouse, I opened it and slid it down my arms, and I was exposed, in my underwear, waiting for him to do or say something.
But all he did was stare, still looking flushed, still looking hot, and when he approached me again, he dropped his voice to a whisper before he spoke. “You’re asking me what I’m doing?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse.
“I’m doing what I want,” he replied. “I’m taking what I want.”
His hands went to my back and he unclasped my bra immediately, with just one hand, quickly enough that he made me laugh. When I threw my head back, he pressed his lips into the space connecting my neck to the rest of my body, making shivers run down my spine as he kissed me softly, over and over again, his hands on my hips. I moaned as his hands slid down my arms, soft and firm against me.
I moved my hands so that they were level with the bottom of his shirt. I tugged at the fabric, and he helped me by grabbing hold of it and sliding it over his head. My hands pressed against his stomach, soft and curved while still being muscular, and I traced the lines of his body all the way toward his chest.
I enjoyed the way his skin felt under me, the way his body moved as he breathed in deeply. As I moved my hand toward his pants, he stopped me, holding my fingers in his grip.
“Not yet,” he said. “Let’s take this to the bedroom first.”
I smiled as our fingers intertwined and he began to guide me toward the bedroom, so quickly I could barely keep my feet on the ground, we were walking so quickly toward the bed. As we got to the foot of the bed, I thought he was going to throw me on the bed, but he didn’t. He turned me around so that I wasn’t facing him anymore, and pressed his body into my back. I felt the warmth of his body on my back, and I could feel his erection pressing into me, even though it was flattened by the fabric of his pants. With a shuddering breath, he kissed my neck, my back, his hand slowly sliding down my arm until it was level with the core of my body, and then his fingers moved down until he found the sweet spot over the fabric of my panties, which were already soaked through.
He laughed a little as he stopped kissing me. “You want this, huh?”
“Yes,” I said. “I want this.”
He moved away from me, chuckling again, and I heard him unbuttoning his pants. I craned my neck to look back at him, and I noticed that he was taking off his pants and his green boxers, too. I could only stare at his glorious body for a second before he pushed me forward onto the bed, my ass up in the air.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. He leaned down and kissed down my spine as he pressed a finger onto my clitoris over the fabric of my panties. He stopped and grabbed them for a second, moving them slightly to the side as he leaned down once again. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’m ready for you.”
I felt his body weight on the mattress as he climbed up behind me, and with his finger still on the fabric of my panties so that he could have access to me, he slowly pressed his cock into my soaking pussy. I groaned as pleasure spread from the core of my body to the rest of it. He took a deep breath, steady himself as he positioned his body so that he could fuck me deeply.
He fucked me slowly at first, then harder and harder, his hand on my back so that he could steady himself every single time he thrusted into me, groaning every time that he did so, making me moan and scream and say his name in pleasure and ecstasy as the bed creaked under us. With his free hand, he pressed hard into my clitoris, sending explosions of pleasure all over my body, from the core of my body to the very top, to the tips of my fingers, to the bottom of my curled toes, and I was saying his name, screaming it, screaming something else that I couldn’t quite making sense of, and he was telling me he was going to come, and my legs were practically buckling under me as I heard him scream my name, and then all I could feel was pleasure, every single one of my senses shutting down as I felt nothing but bliss all over my body.
We both collapsed on a heap in the bed, him on top of me, and it wasn’t until I felt my heartbeat slow down slightly that I made him roll off of me.
“You’re warm,” he said.
“No,” I replied. “You are warm.”
