My fingers dig into his shoulders as he presses into my pussy, using my own wetness to slick up my clit. Sitting up on an elbow, I pull his face from my skin and yank his lips to mine so I can taste his mouth. Tongue sliding across his, I moan against his mouth as he continues to tease me, sliding back and forth along my folds, fingertips just barely dipping in to spread me, thumb rubbing in slow circles over my aching nub.
Pulling him back with me, his free arm drops beside my head. His teeth bite into my bottom lip when I thrust into his hand as I try to dig his fingers deeper into me. He obliges the silent request, hooking two fingers behind my pubic bone in a way that has my toes curling in the sheets and gasping away from his lips.
His eyes catch on mine as he shifts between my knees, silver hair flopping to hide part of his face from me as he drags his fingers from my slit to grab a thigh in each palm. The wetness from his fingers leaving a warm, slick trail across my skin as he pinches. Without breaking eye contact, he sinks into me, balls slapping against my ass with the movement. His groan matches my own, and he stays still a moment, both of us taking a minute to revel in the connection. It’s the first time we’ve been together like this since last summer and the emotions that hit my chest almost bring more tears to my eyes.
Leaning forward, he pushes my legs so my ankles straddle my head. His forearms locking my knees against the mattress as he slams into me so deeply my breath catches in my lungs. It’s a delicious burn, a soul touching pleasurable ache with a hint of sting. His thrusts are slow and hard. Each slam of his hips shaking the headboard of the bed so it knocks against the wall in rhythm with us.
His tongue comes out to trace the curve of my lip, our breaths mingling as I moan into his mouth. I can feel his hurt bleeding into his touch, his fingers bruising behind my knees, his teeth biting just a tad harder than needed. His unconscious need to hurt me for hurting him invading his movements in an attempt to ease the pain.
Reaching between us, I grip his hair, pulling at the roots until he hisses into my mouth. Raising my other hand, I sink my fingernails into the skin of his back, my breaths quickening with the dark look that turns his crystal eyes a shade of navy and pulls another hiss from him. His nose scrunches with the sound, his teeth baring like the wolf he’s nicknamed after, just before he grips my jaw, squeezing tightly enough my skin burns between his fingers. The movement draws a long moan from my chest, my aching heart wanting to feel his punishments just as badly as he wants to give them.
Realization twists his lips and with the clench of his jaw, he pulls his hips back, slamming into me with enough force my back slides along the sheets. He swallows my sounds, his hand still painfully gripping my throat as he continues his assault. His tongue dipping into my mouth to claim it just as ruthlessly as his dick.
Sitting up, he eases some of the pressure from my throat, his thumb pressing along my lower lip as he continues to piston his hips, dark eyes watching my breasts bounce between my knees. Dropping my chin I nip at the pad of his thumb and his eyes snap back to mine as he pushes it between my lips, watching me suck it into my mouth.
Warmth is pooling in my gut as I watch him above me, my legs starting to quiver with how long they’ve been at the same angle. Drawing his thumb from my mouth he drags his hand across my chest, pinching a nipple between his fingers almost painfully before moving lower. His thumb dips into my slit in time with his rough thrusts, spreading me wider while dripping my wetness over my ass. His fingers pinch my jaw in time with the long moan that breaks my lips as he pushes his thumb into my ass.
His mouth drops forward to suck a nipple into his mouth and I lose myself in the sensation. My neck arches against his palm as I lift off the mattress, my body bowing against his as I orgasm. He keeps pace even as I clench around him, his head lifting, hand leaving my neck to cup the back of my head and pull my lips to his so he can swallow my sounds.
Withdrawing from my ass, he shifts so my legs can drop by his hips, his now free hand, wrapping my leg around his waist. He pulls back from my lips just far enough to look into my eyes, jaw clenching as he pumps one last hard thrust. Our eyes stay locked as we both work to catch our breath. I’m the first to break the trance, raising a weak arm to trail my fingers over his lips. He grabs my hand, closing his eyes with a crease in his brow as he presses a kiss to my fingertips, holding them against his lips. Wordlessly telling me what he can’t say.
I loop my other arm around his neck, pulling his face to my neck and press a kiss to his temple, running my fingers through his hair to soothe the ache from before. “Jessie?”
He hums, a low sound that winds its way around my heart.
“Now, make love to me.”
His face lifts from my skin and he presses a kiss along the edge of my lips. He rises so he’s a few inches above my face,
