It starts with the soft creak of the mattress behind you. You don't even have to turn around. You know it's him. That warmth, that clingy energy, the way he immediately wraps around you like he's been waiting all day just to get his hands on you.
"Hey, love," he breathes against your neck, voice thick with want. "You're so fucking soft... I've been hard just thinking about you all day."
His hands slide under your shirt, palms warm and greedy but unhurried- like he's worshipping every inch of skin he touches. He finds your breasts fast, like he needs them, like he's been aching to feel them in his hands. He groans the second he cups them, thumbs teasing over your nipples through the thin fabric.
"God, I love your tits," he murmurs, voice low and heavy. "So fucking perfect. You always make me crazy."
You reach back, your hand threading into his hair as he presses his mouth to your shoulder. His kisses are slow-wet, soft, deliberate. You turn to him, catching his lips with yours, and it's all tongue and heat. You moan into the kiss and whisper against his mouth.
"You're such a needy boy, honey. Can't go a day without me, huh?"
His breath hitches, cock hard and grinding gently against your ass. "Not a single fucking day. I want you so bad it hurts."
And just like that, the sweetness starts to shift. His grip tightens, mouth moving down your neck as his hands squeeze your tits harder now, thumbs rolling your nipples until you gasp. He's not rushing- but you can feel the hunger behind every touch.
"You're not going anywhere tonight," he growls, kissing you harder. "I'm gonna make you come just from this- just from my hands on your perfect fucking body."
You barely have time to catch your breath before he rolls you onto your back, eyes dark, jaw tight like he's been holding himself back all day. His hands slides up under your shirt again, and this time, he grabs- full handfuls of your breasts, squeezing, kneading like he owns them. And the way he watches your face as he does? It's fucking filthy.
"Look at you," he growls, licking his lips. "so fucking responsive. You like it rough, huh, baby? You like it when I take what's mine?"
You nod, but it's not enough for him. He leans down, sucking one nipple into his mouth through your shirt, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. Then he pulls back, eyes locked on yours.
"Say it," he demands, voice low and dangerous. "Tell me you want me to use you tonight."
Your lips part, breath trembling. "I want you to use me, honey. I'm yours."
That's all he needs.
He rips your shirt up over your chest, not even bothering to fully take it off. His mouth is on your tits immediately, sucking hard, biting just enough to make you moan load. His hands are everywhere- one pinning your wrists above your head, the other still kneading your breasts like he'll never get enough.
"You drive me fucking insane," he grunts, grinding his cock against you through your panties. "You think I can sleep next to this perfect body and not ruin you?"
He lets go of your wrist just long enough to yank your panties down, and then he's between your thighs, fingers spreading your pussy open. He groans at the sight.
"Fuck... you're dripping for me already."
His fingers tease, circle, press- slow for a second, just enough to make you whine, then suddenly deeper, faster, rougher. He watches your face as he fucks you with his fingers, his other hand back on your breast, squeezing in time with every thrust.
"You're gonna come for me just like this," he growls, eyes hungry. "One hand on your tits, the other inside you. Mine. All mine."