He stalks toward me now, punishing footsteps hitting the hardwood as I back up against the wall behind me, waiting for his next move. With inches between us, he bends his knees so our eyes are on the same level, his hot breath whispering across my lips as he breathes harshly while our chests heave between us. His eyes are focused on my lips, his gaze so intense my core starts to throb just from watching him decide—waiting for him to take what he wants.
“Admit that you want me, Javi. Just give in. Admit it and we can figure everything else out later,” I whisper just as his eyes lift and find mind, reeling with confusion—but also, possibilities.
And then his restraint snaps and he barrels forward.
“I want you so fucking much, Princess, it kills me. I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try. I thought that pushing you away was the right thing to do. But seeing you with that guy today, it rattled me. I thought I was going to lose my shit. I don’t want any other man touching you. No one gets to touch what’s mine,” he growls, pushing his body into mine, pressing his hips against my own.
“Then kiss me, Javi. Claim me. Make me yours …”
I barely get the words out before his lips are on mine, searing our need for one another in a touch so powerful, I never knew a kiss could feel like this. It’s ironic, really, how we’ve been sleeping together for this long now and have never done this. But now that we have, that we are, I’m overtaken by the rush of sensations climbing all over my body and the fireworks booming behind my eyelids.
Javi’s lips are soft yet firm, just as I suspected. And his kiss is demanding, just like every other touch he’s given my body. I have no choice but to give in to each purse of his lips, each swirl of his tongue, each groan of pleasure that he elicits as our arms wrap around each other and we dive head first into this kiss.
It’s cementing our need together, intertwining our desires as one, altering the entire connection between us with such a simple yet intimate act.
And yet, there is nothing simple about this kiss whatsoever.
Javi works my mouth with his own, pulling away just when things get too heated, only to take a breath and dive back in for more. Our tongues tangle and bend with each swipe and Javi directs my head around so he can change the angle and control the kiss.
I’m intoxicated by him, wondering how his kiss is changing me more than the life-altering sex I’ve experienced with him. And now that the realization hits me, I know I need him in that way too.
I break free from his command just long enough to declare, “I need you, Javi.” I reach down between us and stroke his cock through his shorts, warming my entire body to the level of an inferno.
“Fuck yes, Princess. I fucking missed this body,” he growls against my neck as his hands find the waistband of my leggings and he pushes them down along with my underwear to the floor. “I missed you,” he whispers in my ear when he returns from the ground just as my hands untie the string on the waistband of his shorts and I help him remove them as well, joining my bottoms on the floor.
“Fuck, I need a condom. Hold on.” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips and then saunters down the hallway, giving me the perfect view of his bare ass as he walks away from me. He returns quickly, covering himself as he stalks back toward me. And when he takes his position in front of me again, his hands palm my ass cheeks and lift me up in his arms so my legs can wrap around his waist.
“Hold on to me,” he instructs as I wrap my arms around his neck and feel my back hit the wall, along with Javi’s dick pressing against my entrance. And with one lift and pull, he slides me down his cock in a precise movement that has me crying out in pleasure and surprise.
Javi’s hips start to move as his arms help lift me up and down while the weight of his body holds me up against the wall.
“God, yes,” I moan, searching for his lips again so I can taste him. Now that he’s finally let me, I don’t want to stop. We continue to fuck as our lips move over one another and an intense euphoria radiates from my chest.
This is right. This is what I wanted. The ache I felt for the past four days can go to hell because no matter how stubborn this man can be, I know he needs me, he needs this—and I feel the same way.
Just after our lips part, his declaration lights up my skin like a livewire. “You’re mine, Sydney.”
“Yes, Javi. I’m yours,” I whisper in his ear, dragging my tongue around the shell as he continues to thrust inside of me.
Hard, punishing, and yet somehow, with a tenderness that blends two forms of fucking together, Javi brings us closer to release while keeping me secure in his arms.
As I feel my orgasm come on, I want nothing more than to kiss him when the waves hit me, for his mouth to swallow my cries of pleasure. So I do—I find his lips once more just as the first tremors hits and we swallow each other’s groans when his release hits as well, searing our connection even stronger than ever before.
When we part—breaths heavy and bodies sweaty—he looks into my eyes and says so
