"How could you do that?" I yell at him. Anger seems like a kind word to describe how I feel. Furious perhaps.
"How could I do what? Why do you insist on arguing about everything?" He yells back, behind me.
I turn around, my body shaking with all the pent up anger "you have lost your goddamn mind!" I speak up right on his face.
"Do you have any idea how delusional you are?" I want to slap him, I've never had an urge to slap anyone before.
"I'm delusional? Great. Just Fu..." as I throw my hands up in the air, rolling my eyes, he pushes me hard against the door and my back hits it with a slight thud.
Before I protest and make him feel sorry for that move, his lips are on mine. Claiming, stalking, possessing.
I place my hands on his shirt, ready to yank him off but instead I pull him towards me, as he deepens the kiss, tongue probing and consuming. I moan at the sudden assault and his hands move from my face to my hips, pulling my body flush against his.
I feel his desire, growing and burning like a fire.
My fingers find way into his hair as I pull at his scalp with a strange mix of anger and lust ruling over me.
"Ah..." he groans into my mouth breaking the kiss as one of his hands grazes over my backside, cupping me. His other hand holds my neck, giving it a slight squeeze and pulls me forward until our lips meet again.
There is nothing delicate about this. About his hold on me, about the way I want to ravage him. It's never been this way before.
His hand moves lower, lower and he roughly palms my breast through my blouse. I willingly, mindlessly arch into his touch as i feel my need as strong as his.
"Do you know how mad you make me?" he hisses stepping away an inch so that he can look at my face and I, him.
His eyes are so alive, so brazen.
"Show me" I say with my chin high and the next instant I find my front pressed against the door with my hands at my back, held constraint by his.
He pulls me back, giving just enough space for his hand to fit in between the door and me. i revel in anticipation of his touch. But what I don't anticipate is my blouse being ripped, torn in half in between.
I'm too shocked to even react as he yanks my jeans down next and in the process he lets my hands go. It gives me leverage to push myself against the door and turn around.
"Not so soon" he dismisses me off when I try to do the same. i wriggle helpless against the door as my panties are the next ones to be ripped.
After I'm left standing with only my bra I feel the one thing i missed in the last 30 seconds of undressing me. The warmth of his body behind me. i push up towards him , teasing him. And he spanks me.
Spanks me!'
"Ah..." I breathe out in the strange sensation of pain and desire.
He spanks me again, on the other cheek. He nips at my ear, whispering "do you really want me to show you?"
I thought he already was.
His hands move from my hips towards my front and he yanks down my bra , pooling my breasts into his warm hands. He holds them for a movement, as if weighing them.
i can feel the cold wood against my nipple as it hardens under his inspection. He tugs on my nipple. Once. Twice. Thrice. Until I'm sure i might combust from this feeling alone.
i shut my legs tight as he shifts tugging and squeezing between my breasts. Back and forth.
he wants me to plead and i might if I'm not so wound up against him , if I hadn't resolved for making myself hold up my end.
He is torturing me on purpose taking his revenge.
i grind back against , letting him know my purpose and the welcome scrap of his jeans against my bare skin feels amazing. He stops his movements as a throaty, utterly masculine and a beautiful groan emancipates from him.
Without putting much distance between us, his right hand on my hip leaves me and i hear the tell-tale sound of his belt buckle being undone and the heavy drop of his jeans onto the floor.
His left hand stays on my breasts, continuing the assault and his right spreads my legs, finding the sweet spot between my legs that's pooling with moisture. He groans hard at the contact, grinding his erection at the crease of my backside.
There is no slow touching, no gentle petting as his fingers take up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to get me there.
i cry out helplessly , my head thrashing back on his shoulder. i feel his eyes on me , all the time . Taking their fill.
And so soon, within a span of a minute or so...I'm on the brink. My body tightens, ready for that last touch to push me off when his fingers stop moving.
i know this game , but that doesn't mean it makes me any less resilient with it. It only means more frustration and anger.
i open my eyes , still in a trance to see him smirking down at me. That pure masculine, smug smile.
The next second, his fingers retrieve where they left off so abruptly...
"Oh god" I moan biting my lip and holding in my pleasure.
Because I don't want him to know, I don't want him to know that he is doing this to me. Although humourlessly it is very apparent.
He stops again, exactly at the same point he left earlier.
"This is your punishment, on the edge and helpless. This is how I feel every time you argue with me"
I breathe heavily into the door, processing his words. So ardent, so raw.
"now, for my reward.." he says , spreading my legs wider with his knee and pulling me back a few inches so that I'm not entirely standing neither am I completely bent over. But just exactly at his mercy.
I hold onto the door, bracing myself.
He pushes in one long, hard thrust, seething himself deep inside me. My grip on the door tightens as some incoherent sounds escapes me.
"Fuck, you're so wet. Fighting me turns you on baby!" he states, in a low strangled voice.
He pulls back, holding my hips as leverage and surges forward in a nanosecond. He keeps up the pace, the rhythm. Every thrust harder and deeper than the previous leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on my body. The door starts to rattle with the brute force of him, as I feel myself floating towards the abyss.
I can hear his sounds, so distinct and pleasurable with his every movement, making me sprint towards the finish line rather than walk.
He places a soft kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades, a start contrast to the brutal rhythm he has set and I cry out as the most intense wave hits me and I surrender to it.
His fingers on my hips dig deep into my skin, leaving marks no doubt. He thrusts two more times be falls onto me heavily. spilling and stilling.
His hand wrapped around my midriff and his nose breathing heavily in my hair as we both try to regain our lost breaths. I have completely lost my grip on the door. His hand on me and the other on the door are the only thing holding me up from slumping onto the floor.
Soft, feather-like kisses turn to possessive ones as I shift around in his embrace, facing him and hooking my arms around his neck. Leaning forward, he bites on my lower lip as he lifts my legs up to wrap around his slim hips. Wordlessly I move against the feel of him and he eyes light up, going from calm and relaxed to passionate and ardent. i smile sheepishly at him , marvelling in the fact that if not a lot , i still hold that little of a control on him.
"You're going to be the death of me" he states walking forward and with every step he takes, a little of the excitement rubs up on me. Pun completely intended.
Even as I kiss him, not willing to accept that this is the part where we cuddle for a while and sleep, I find myself softly being landed on bed with my man hovering on top of me.
