He sits back and pulls off his shirt before reaching down and pulling mine over my head. I didn’t have clean panties so I’m completely bare and I feel my body heat as he stares at me, his mouth dropping open.
“Fuck me. You are so fucking beautiful, it makes me drunk when I let myself fully take you in.” He teases my stomach with the tips of his fingers and I shiver. “I’m still the asshole.”
“What are we doing?” I put my hands over my breasts and he slides them away.
“Please, let me look. Why would you ever cover yourself up?”
“This changes nothing, does it?” I say it mostly to remind myself, but also because he’s acting like he needs reminding. The sweet things he’s saying. He doesn’t normally go this long without bringing a harsh reality back into our conversations. It will hurt worse if we don’t talk it through. I don’t want to pretend like we will come out of this any different than what we are: enemies.
“Nothing,” he says, licking his lips.
“Take off your pants.”
His eyes gleam as he stands up and pulls his sweats down. His cock bobs out, so long and thick that it’s too heavy to stand all the way up. My mouth goes dry as all the heat inside of me goes straight between my legs. I lean up, staring at him, his abs, his chest, and back to that weapon between his legs that could do the best kind of destruction to me. He has nothing on any porn star I’ve ever seen.
“How have you been hiding that all this time?”
He chuckles under his breath and I shudder at the promise in his look. He leans over me and drags me down the bed so I’m lying flat before he lies on top of me. Both of us take a deep breath as we study one another.
“I wasn’t done looking at you,” I whisper. His erection jerks at my words and I close my eyes, loving the way every part of him feels against me.
“I’ll be here all night. You can have your fill tonight only.”
“It must feel nice to be the one making all the rules. If I didn’t want this right now, I’d shove you off of me so fast, you couldn’t see straight. But I’m sad and lonely and you’re a body.”
Anger flashes across his face and he thrusts against me. “Just a body, huh?”
“Yep. I can be like a guy and not feel a thing for the person I fuck.”
He leans away and I pull him back down on me. He stares down at me like he doesn’t know what to do now and I arch against him.
“Let’s get this over with. You know we just need to get it out of our system.”
“Who are you right now?”
“I am your dismantling,” I whisper.
His mouth crashes into mine and it feels like an endless struggle of wills. When my mouth feels raw from his kisses, he shifts to assaulting my breasts, sucking, licking, biting them like he can’t get enough. His fingers move between my legs, he drags my wetness across my slit and then plunges inside. I can’t be still and when he shifts so his mouth is plunging inside of me, I fuck his tongue, my hands in his hair, pulling him as far inside of me as he can go, until I don’t know where he begins and I end.
I cry out as the pressure builds and he puts his hand over my mouth, covering my cries as I fall apart. He never stops pulsing his tongue inside and out, covering every inch of my sex until I see stars.
I shudder against him one more time and he leans up, grabbing a condom from the side of the bed.
I’m too dazed to ask if he planned this or just leaves condoms around the house for any opportunity.
I watch as he sheathes himself, admiring the way his hand moves with one long stroke, two strokes…my mouth waters on the third.
Neither of us say a word, but when he slides the tip in, we both gasp and I feel my heart thudding even faster. He watches me, and I can’t look away, the intimacy between us suddenly impossible to ignore. I take a deep breath and he pushes another inch in. He pulls back and then slides in further, and one more time before going balls deep. The feeling is out of this world. I close my eyes and arch into him, the hard peaks of my nipples feeling divine against his chest.
“Look at me,” he rasps. “I want you to know who’s making you feel this way.”
Like I could ever forget.
I open my eyes and he pulls out and slams into me again, slowly circling in and out, deliciously taking his time until I’m pulling him into me begging him to move faster.
“Harder,” I whimper.
He continues to tease me, dragging across my clit before sinking into me again and again and again until my head is falling back. Eyes rolling back.
“Look at me,” he says again.
I force my eyes open and he curses.
“You feel like heaven and hell all at once. Something this beautiful could only be sin.” His voice is like a caress and I nearly come again with his words.
He groans and pulls out one more time before slamming back into me. From then on, every plunge into me is hard and fast, deeper, until he reaches the deepest part of me. Our breaths are labored and I scratch my nails down his back, unable to take it for much longer.
It’s too raw.
Too real.
Too perfect.
“Come with me,” he chokes out. “Come with me so I can get back inside of you and do this all over again.”
My insides clench around him tightly and he groans into my mouth. When I feel him harden right before he comes, I fall over the edge again, and it’s the most spectacular feeling I’ve
