This time when he kissed her there was something different about it. Something more behind the pressure of his lips on hers, one of his broad hands splayed across her lower back, pulling her against him, the other on the back of her neck, controlling her movements. She shuddered when his tongue pressed past her teeth, licking like flames inside her mouth, and she opened her lips further to accept his assault. She didn't know what had brought this on; they were not a new couple, they were not reunited, they hadn't been fighting, they hadn't not been fighting... They had made love this morning, in fact, slow, comfortable, satisfying, and now... His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back, hard enough to hurt, controlled enough to reassure, and a sound escaped her throat, something she had never heard before. Moisture flooded her cunt and he seemed to know, laughing harshly against her lips, the hand on her waist slipping between her thighs to cup her through her jeans, thumb pressing against the unforgiving material. Her knees buckled and she stumbled backwards but he caught her waist again, backing her toward the stairs leading up to the bedroom.
"Wha—" She tried to speak but couldn't. Wanted to ask what brought this on, wanted to know, but didn't. They had been together for two years, passionately together, not passively, and despite his massive strength, he had never taken her like this. Mentioned it, maybe, but never tried. And despite her own strength, maybe just a fraction of his, she had never considered letting him. But now... As he backed her up the stairs, her feet finding each step slowly, cautiously, his lips burning against hers, against her jaw, her throat, she felt desire ooze through her, its molten intensity melting away any resistance, any hesitation. She wanted whatever he wanted. She wanted this.
She folded her arms around his neck for support, and finally they reached the top, and his pace lengthened, one hard thigh pushing between hers as he guided her into the bedroom, and when they stood at the base of the bed he pulled away, eyes hot, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Take it off," he ordered, and he had never ordered her before. "Take it all off."
She hesitated for a split second before her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse, fumbling to separate the fabric, her own heavy breathing echoing his. When she glanced up she saw that he was already naked, his cock jutting out hard and thick and a rush of heat swirled through her belly, soaking her panties.
He muttered something low and indistinct, closing the distance between them, his hands at the top of her jeans, unzipping them, pushing them over her thighs, her knees, guiding her feet out of them. She managed the last button, and was pushing the shirt past her shoulders when suddenly she felt his mouth on her cunt, his lips hot and urgent through the thin fabric of her panties, and she cried out with unexpected urgency, letting him press her back onto the bed, spreading her knees wide. He remained kneeled on the floor, between her splayed legs, and her heart pounded in her chest so loud as to drown out his own rough breathing.
He pressed his lips against her cunt again, his tongue stabbing through the silk covering her shaved mound, and her thighs trembled, opening further, her hips rising up instinctively to meet him. His calloused fingers pressed into the delicate skin on her inner thigh, spreading her wider, but never uncovering her weeping pussy. He licked her through the fabric, hard and hot and wet, and her clit stood at attention, swelling faster and harder than she could ever remember.
She moaned, her head thrashing on the quilt-covered bed, eyes tightly shut against the thrill of sensation twisting through every inch of her being. And when his lips fastened around her jutting clit, pulling it into his mouth, grinding it against his teeth, she bucked frantically, desperately, a cry rising from her throat that she couldn't hold back.
And then he stopped.
Her eyes flew open, shocked, horrified, almost ashamed, and he rose above her, elbows braced on either side of her head, and he lowered his lips to hers. She could taste the faint musky smell of her own drenched pussy on his lips, though she didn't fight it, let him kiss her, her tongue battling with his as one of his hands dropped down to undo the clasp of her bra, push it aside, cover her breast with his hot hand.
She moaned into his mouth and pushed her hips upward, seeking, throbbing, meeting his hard cock but unable to find the push she needed to go over the edge.
"Please," she sobbed into his mouth, but if he heard her he didn't show it, the hand on her breast sliding down to her hip, pinning her to the bed as he began a gentle fucking motion, sliding the fat head of his cock over the silk panties, teasing her clit, sliding through the juices that escaped her cunt.
"I want you to beg," he whispered against her lips, and she would have been terrified of his iron control if not for the note of barely concealed threat in his voice. He had often brought her to the edge before easing off, teasing her time and again before tossing them both off the brink. But he had never made her beg; always he had known what she needed, never asked to hear it.
"I said... please," she got out, her breath escaping in hungry pants, her hips fighting a losing battle against his heavy hand. "Please," she repeated.
She could feel his head shake against her lips, a firm no, and then he dropped lower down her body until his lips fastened around a turgid nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth, no pretense of gentleness or caution, his teeth tight enough to hurt, and she fisted her hands in his hair to pull him away.
"Take it!" he snapped, one thick hand snagging her wrists, pinning them against her chest as he moved his brutal attention to the other nipple, biting down harder than the first, tongue flicking against the reddened peak.
She cried out, an indistinct sound that could have been resistance or acquiescence; it didn't matter. He wasn't going to stop and her sopping pussy wasn't telling him no.
His lips continued southwards, over her flushed stomach, piercing her navel, and she fought again to grind against him, and again he denied her.
"Please," she whispered through swollen lips, weakly lifting her head to see his own head hovering between her thighs. "Please. Whatever you want."
He ripped the flimsy panties off in a shockingly swift move, and her eyebrows raised in response, her pussy gushing, wetness slipping through the cleft of her ass, and she had never been this wet, this hot, this desperate. Even from here she could see the swollen nub of her clit jutting up from her thick folds.
