This time it's not soft. There is nothing sweet about how you're looking at me, the way we're kissing, or what's going through my head. There's a breathless quality to your words when you whisper, "Take this off."
You tug at my t-shirt and I smile against your lips, "Just a minute." I reach down and peel the fabric off as I feel your hands on my stomach, "Shit," I gasp, "your hands are cold."
"Mhmm," you mumble against my throat, "your body is hot."
I reach down and undo the first few buttons of your shirt as you scatter kisses over my chest and shoulders, "No shit," just then your tongue flicks along my collarbone and I gasp," damn." I shake my head just a moment as you reach around and grab my ass to pull me hard against you.
You moan softly, "Damn, baby, you smell good." I finally get all the buttons unfastened and shove the blouse off your shoulders. You shrug your shoulders to let it fall at your feet and I take this chance to grab a breast and brush my thumb over an already hardening nipple. Your throaty gasp does things to me that it probably shouldn't when you say, "Pinch."
With a wicked smile, I look into your eyes and whisper, "Tell me when to stop."
My fingers close around that nipple and your eyes close slowly, "Harder. Harder. Jesus just like that." I roll it between my fingers and watch your lips move wordlessly, "Fuck yeah."
Without reservation, I dip my tongue into your mouth and you suck hard to keep it there, making me moan. Your hands quickly rid me of the rest of my clothes as I try to distract you with my fingertips and lips on your face and ears and neck. Your hands guide my shoulders back against the wall as your thigh pins me there. As your lips make a trail down my chest to a nipple, I press my head against the wall and curse with a smile, "Damn. Now you got me."
With a wicked smile you make a show of flicking your tongue over my nipple as I watch, "Mhmm I do."
Your tongue, pointed and deliberate, makes circles around that same nipple and I pull the clip out of my hair before taking the holder out of yours. When your teeth close around it gently and tug, I bury my hands in your hair with a groan, "Ah, shit, yeah."
I arch hard against you and reach for the button of your jeans before you stop me, "No." You stand to look me in the face now and your eyes twinkle a bit, "Not yet."
"What?" I am completely confused now, "Babe?" I reach up and brush hair out of your face so that I can look you in the eyes, "Why?"
"Because," you whisper, turning me around to face the wall, "I'm in charge this time." You kiss the back of my neck, making me completely breathless, before whispering, "And I want you this way."
I press my forehead to the wall, close my eyes, and groan, "Oh fuck." I know exactly what's coming and your smile against my shoulder confirms what I already know...This time I'll be the one begging.
Firmly grabbing my hips, you moan in my ear, "I've wanted to do this to you for as long as I can remember." I shiver and can only nod. You continue, "And now," you press your hips against me and I begin to tremble a bit, "I'm going to have you just like I want you."
Normally I'd wonder how long you'd had it on or where you'd gotten it or how I hadn't noticed it before. When thinking clearly, I might even venture to ask you those questions. But when you growl in my ear, I don't really care for the answers anymore, "I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it."
Palms and cheek pressed to the wall, I can only moan when I feel your fingers brush against the wettest part of me. When they slip easily in, my knees almost buckle. In and out, with deadly precision, you stoke the fire inside me and get me ready for everything else you're going to do to me. You kiss and bite the back of my neck and I shiver all over, "Damn, baby," I gasp.
Vaguely I can feel your bare thigh against the back of mine but it's not until your nipples press against my back that I realize you're totally naked behind me now. With one hand you grab my hip and pull me away from the wall, bending me at the waist until I'm in the position you want me in. One of your hands holds one of mine against the wall as the other brushes firmly down my arched spine. I look back at you and watch you bite your bottom lip as you watch that hand massage the curve of my hip. You see me looking and you smirk, "You're so fucking sexy right now."
With space between the top halves of our bodies, you lean into my ear, "How much do you want me?"