WHEN THE TOWEL FELL, I THREW AWAY, DELIGHTED by how he gasped and automatically put his hands possessively on my hips.
Then he sat with his back straight and made me sit on his lap, right over his underwear. And let me tell you something, he was really hard, and I'm really melting, so a touch was enough to make a low moan come out of my lips. As I opened my eyes, I could feel his intense gaze on me, even though I couldn't see it.
He tightened his grip on my ass, pressing me harder over him, "I have to warn you again that once I begin, I don't think I'll be able to stop, Hope," he mumbled, his deep voice like a low roar. "Last chance for you to escape!"
I let out another moan in response, feeling my nails almost ripping the tissue over his forearm because of my hard grip, "And for the last time," I managed to say, "I want you!" Then I licked my lips and kissed him.
Thankfully, he didn't say anything else regarding the idea of stopping before it was too late. Since it was already too late from the second he cornered me in front of the wardrobe. The 'gay' argument always ends like this in novels, I'm really glad the same happened to me. It feels beyond exciting.
Running out of patience, without breaking the kiss, I used my sharp nails to rip his underwear carefully, and threw it away without batting an eye. Then I let my hand touch his enormous hot cock, guiding it to my entry. Getting up on my knees, still, without stopping the kiss, I positioned it on my pulsing wet pussy and sat on it.
He moaned in my mouth and intensified the kiss when I felt like screaming, and put one of his hands on my waist, while the other was still on my ass. Suddenly knowing what to do, he helped me move on him, probably noticing that it was difficult for me to do it alone because of his length. And so, he used that moment to put it all inside as well, since I couldn't do it, and the impact of feeling his cock up beyond the walls of my womb made me arch my back, breaking the kiss, and moaning loudly.
So, he switched it up and laid me down on the mattress, still inside of me, coming on top, and opening my legs widely. Getting a better view of my sensible zone, in which he was inside.
Not being able to keep my eyes open, I closed them, moaning like a deer, and hugged his back with my arms. Then he wrapped my legs around his waist, touching his abs on my chest. His thrusts get quicker, deeper.
He went so strong inside of me that the bedframe began to violently hit the wall, and then, again, with a move of his fingers, he put a small distance between the bed and the walls, without stopping. "You are really fucking tight, Hope, oh my Gods, I feel like you are squeezing me!" He whispered in my eyes.
I still wasn't able to say a word, unable to stop moaning or to open my eyes. Too caught up in what he was making me feel, and in how our bodies were entangled with each other. Entangled in a way that made me feel like our bodies were made for this… to fit one another.
"Stronger," I plead.
All I could hear was his sensual low laughter, "I don't want to break you, Hope. And I'm afraid I might do just that!"
Painting, I managed to say, "Stronger, please. I… need…" He shut me up with another intense kiss, thrusting stronger than before inside of me, moving my small body with his.
"Do you want me to devour you with all I have?" He whispered on my lips, his honey sinful words with desire. "Even if that might hurt?" I doubt it'll hurt more than the first contact that almost ripped me apart. "Do you want that?"
"Yes… Please..." I mumbled not being able to even hear my own voice anymore.
He smiled over the kiss, then bit my bottom lip sensually, "Try not to faint, darling," it was all he said, before thrusting so hard that he had to hold me tight by my waist so I wouldn't fly up and hit my head on the bed frame, and it was amazing.
I felt my body melting more and more each time he went inside me, and I kept pressing the walls of my pussy harder each time he entered me, just as I learned from a woman specialist in sex back when I was Anna when she said that by doing this the man would go crazy. And by how he moaned loudly and cursed non-stop, I worked.
"Fuck… Hope you will get me addicted to this holy body of yours," he muttered, spreading kisses on my neck, leaving my mouth free. "You won't be able to get away from me after this," he whispered smiling.
"Why is it that your possessiveness is so attractive?" I muttered grinning, not letting the overwhelming sensation of his body on mine get a hold of my mind again. And when his lips touched the sensitive skin of my breast, I gasped, not being able to hold back the moan.
He sucked both of them as if his life depended on it, and bit my nipples softly, but enough to make my eyes roll back in pleasure, "It seems like I can do wonderful things with my mouth, hm?" What an ego.
My fingers went to his hair and I brought his lips back to mine, "Then stop using it to talk," I provoked him, biting his bottom lip as he did to me, and then I kissed him again. His tongue wrapped around mine, leading the dance between them, and I wrapped my legs around his waist again.