With my head tilted back, his hand splayed on my lower back, the other slipping between my legs, I shiver and then moan into his mouth.
His answering groan is sinful as his fingers push past the elastic of my underwear and meet my hot center. He whispers against my lips, “You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t miss me too.”
4
Grim
I thought long ago, that whatever was between us would wane. When we first started this, I imagined she would grow tired of it, that I couldn’t possibly satisfy her beyond the novelty of a stranger wanting to please her, thoroughly and roughly until her throat was sore from crying out in the dark night.
I anticipated the way she would end it, with a simple request that I would obey. Whether it be because she needed more than I could give her, time and transparency. Or whether it would be because she fell for someone who could provide her with normalcy.
As my thumb rubs soothing circles along the bare skin of her thigh and I drive back to her place, I realize just how addicted we both have become.
She is the only thing I have to look forward to. These moments where I can get lost in her and she can do the same with me. They are the heaven to the hell that is my life.
My scarlet angel.
It’s silent in the car for the fifteen-minute slow drive back to her place. The backroads aren’t plowed and the snow comes down heavy.
Her hands roam as much as mine do, resting on my jeans but the devilish bit of her reaches up a little higher, feeling my need hard as steel beneath my jeans.
A soft murmur of want slips from her lips but I tell her to wait.
It’s agony not to give in right this moment, but I want her beneath me, writhing and struggling not to fight against the pleasure. I want that vision of her so much more than I want those sweet red lips wrapped around my cock.
The moment I park the car, the keys still in the ignition and the car still rumbling, her lips are on mine. Leaning over the console, her lips meet mine with a desperate need.
It amazes me, that a woman like her could want the broken shell of a man I am. I’m quick to push the seat back and pull her into my lap. Her body fits perfectly right here in my arms.
With my hand on her neck, I brush back her long dark hair from her pale skin and leave opened mouthed kisses there. My other hand pushes aside the silky fabric of her dress and reddens her ass in a demanding grip. She rewards me with a sweet moan I know by heart now.
It’s the most blissful sound in my world.
My teeth scrape down her neck, as her head falls back. Nipping and sucking, I leave a trail along her body, but it’s far too soon that the cold slips between us.
It’s bitter cold and although her house is buried deep in the woods, with the privacy we need, I want her inside, the doors locked and reality a world away.
“Inside,” I command her before her pants of need get any heavier.
She crawls off of me, leaving the cold to slip between us, and we both hurry to get inside.
My pulse rages, my cock already leaking precum as she pushes her front door open and I follow her in.
The old house is dark, the floorboards creak and apart from fresher paint, and contemporary décor, the bones and fixtures haven’t been touched since the sixties. It speaks to the old souls we have that must’ve once loved each other.
I don’t bother with a light and neither does she. As her shoes fall to the wooden floor in the foyer with a dull thud, I lift her into my arms. A hand on her ass and the other bracing her back.
With a small yelp of surprise and then a soft hum of a laugh, her legs wrap around my hips and her hands find my hair.
Although the back and sides are cropped short, her fingers play and tug at the top of my scalp, giving me just a hint of pain. I fucking love it. Letting out a short grunt of a growl, I nip her neck again, kicking off my shoes and making my way to her small living room.
There’s a small fireplace I’ll light when I’m finished with her. I’ve dreamed of laying on her sofa, her back to my front, her hair a messy halo and her cheeks flushed from a night of sin. The fire flickering and crackling as sleep takes us.
That’s what I want with her tonight. If I could, I would have her that way every night.
Greedily, my hands roam her body, unwrapping her as if she’s a gift fate left just for me. The deep red fabric slips off of her and falls to a puddle on the worn rug beneath my feet.
Her hands slip up my Henley, her fingers running along the divots of my muscles. She plays with me as she likes, as she always does, until I lay her on her back, the sofa groaning with my weight.
She falls easily, bouncing slightly, completely bared to me.
Without hesitation, my lips fall to her breasts and my fingers press inside of her.
Her back arches from the immediate onslaught of sensation and her nails rake down my back. If she wanted to scar me there, leave her mark, I’d gladly let her.
My tongue swirls against her hardened peaks and then I pull back, sucking and plucking her nipples. I’m not gentle and I don’t take my time. It’s been too long and I’ll have all night to savor her, for now, every act is one of a famished man.
Curling my fingers, I press the rough pad of my thumb against her clit and stroke the front of her walls as I finger fuck her pretty little cunt. She’s hot and wet, and those sweet little sounds she gives me are everything I’ve wanted. Her body tenses around me all too soon, and I don’t let up, dragging out her release even as she pulses around my thick fingers.
Heat dances along my skin, even if the old house carries a draft. With her, like this beneath me, my world is lit with fire and it blazes between us.
Between sweet murmurs and heavy pants, she pushes her hair away from her face as I stand up and strip. All the while she watches, her small hands drifting down my body along every inch I’ve kissed myself.
With one knee on the sofa, I lift her legs up, hooking her thighs under my arms and spreading her for me. With a mewl of protest, her hands rest against my chest.
Her lips stay parted but she doesn’t tell me no. She doesn’t tell me to go easy on her. She wants this as much as I do.
I’m merciless as I slam into her with a single swift stroke. Her breasts press against my chest as she reaches up, clinging to me. I wait a moment, deep inside her, loving how she pulses around me and wait for her to stretch. Taking my time, I pull out slowly, not all the way though and then slam back into her.
She cries out, her head pressing into the sofa cushion and her eyes shut tight. “Please,” she murmurs and I do it all again, not knowing what she begs for.
My thrusts come faster and faster, a cold sweat lining the back of my neck as I push her pleasure higher and higher, waiting for the merciful fall.
The sound of me slamming into her over and over combines with our heavy breathing and it fuels me to fuck her deeper and faster. To take her with the primitive need that drew us together from the very beginning.
My toes curl as I fuck her deeper and harder, needing more of her as I get closer to my own release. Not yet. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, grinding the back of my teeth and needing her to come again on my cock before I can even think of giving in.
“Fuck!” she cries out and I mute her cries with a bruising kiss, not relenting my pace in the least. The sounds that pour from her lips are barely audible as her fingers dig into the cushion, as if she needs something to hold on to.