Surrender

I pushed him away, trying to catch my breath. His eyes flared with hunger. I stood before him in my bra and panties. The light from the courtyard filtered through the blinds, casting a stack of horizontal shadows on the desk.

“I want you on that desk,” he directed.

I nodded, lifting my ass to the edge and scooting backward. Vaughn’s palm rested on my throat. His thumb stroked the side of my neck. I leaned into him. God, it felt good to touch like this.

“Why are these still on?” His head lowered to my navel. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, guiding him along my belly. He kissed the skin along my stomach, taking the lace of my panties in his teeth. He let go and it snapped back in place.

I whimpered.

He repeated the gesture, this time tugging the band lower so that it snapped at the sensitive apex above my folds.

“Oomph.” I let go of his hair and slammed my palms behind me on the desk, lifting my hips forward.

He dragged the lace another few inches with his teeth. The next release and the lace thwacked against my clit.

“Oh shit,” I hissed.

He grinned wolfishly. He flicked the clasp on my bra, exposing my breasts and the hardened peaks of my nipples.

The lace cracked against my swollen clit again and I cried out. It was a tight burst of heat between my folds that made my entire body pulse.

“That feels good?” he asked.

I nodded. “It’s intense.”

“I like intense.”

His head lowered between my legs and I sighed with satisfaction when he ran a heated stroke to my clit with his tongue, maneuvering under the lace.

“Oh Vaughn,” I moaned.

“Why won’t you let me do this in our bed?” He pulled back the panties and I almost jumped off the desk. Fuck. It felt incredible.

I tried to breathe. I tried to talk. All I wanted was to feel him inside me.

“I just can’t,” I tried to explain. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He let out a possessive growl and in some way, I think he finally got it. He understood that I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t be this way with him if someone else was listening. Even if that someone was a stranger I’d never meet. I couldn’t give myself to Vaughn. Do all the dark and dirty things to each other if we weren’t the only two people in our world. It had to be this way, and only this way.

Every time the lace made contact with my clit I mewed a little longer. My belly tightened more. My breath became more ragged.

Vaughn’s hand gently wrapped against my neck as he laid me back on the desk. There was an art to how he fucked me. It was beautiful and original. As if he was always seeing our bodies in a new way. I hissed when he pushed his cock inside me, slicing in my entrance.

His fingers gathered the lace and drew it away from my skin. My hands coasted over my breasts. My body was on fire. A sexually pent up version of myself. Ripe and needy.

His cock, wet with my slickness, hovered at my entrance. His eyes locked on mine as he slammed into me, dropping the elastic at the same time. The fire spiraled from my clit to my pussy, rocketing with exquisite force. I was drunk with it.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

He grinned, raking his bottom lip under his teeth. There was a new look of determination in his eyes. He knew with only a few more smacks I’d come hard. But I was wrong.

It only took one. One lightning rod combination of his full commanding cock and a snap that engulfed my clit and I cried out while my body convulsed and vibrated.

“Shh,” his mouth covered mine. Inhaling my cries with a kiss so hard I thought I’d lose my breath a second time.

He pumped in and out. Turned on by my orgasm. His body just as starved as mine was for release. He grunted deeply and I knew he was going to come. There was so much friction. So much love and lust coursing through us. Another avalanche hit me and I clawed at his back for gravity. I dug my heels into his ass to drive him deeper. I bit and sucked at his lips.

“I want more,” I begged. I didn’t want it to be over. I didn’t want the end to be this close. Our bodies belonged together like this.