Say Yes, Senator

“Yes…please, I want you,” I begged him, weaving my fingers through his hair.

He kept me propped up with one arm, while he used his other hand to unzip his own jeans. I gulped, licked my lips and watched as he dragged his cock out of his pants.

We were both fully dressed, but there was no time to take our clothes off. We were desperate for each other’s bodies. Not one second could be wasted.

Jesus wound his arms around me again, and I clung to him. Our jeans were pulled down, just slightly down our crotches, enough for his cock to press against my panties. I was dripping wet, my juices flooded out of me, and he hooked a finger on the elastic of my underwear, pulling it down to my jeans with one quick tug.

I pressed my thighs around him more, squeezing his waist, my breathing growing heavier by the second. Jesus’ mouth found mine again, just as he thrust his cock into me with one forceful push.

My body jerked from the force, and I moaned loudly, as I felt his cock sliding into me. Jesus grunted, peering straight into my eyes as he slid his cock out. He had his jaw clenched. There was anger in his eyes, mixed with a desperate need to be inside me. I was holding him with my hands on the back of his neck, looking back at him. He thrust into me again.

We moaned together. I could feel his cock inching deeper and deeper inside me, stroking that spot which I knew would start my wave of orgasms soon.

“Has anyone else fucked you like this?” he growled, through gritted teeth and I knew he wasn’t looking for an answer. He was aware of the truth already, he could see it in my eyes. The three guys I had slept with after I moved to Connecticut, hadn’t even come close to what Jesus was capable of doing to my body.

He slid out and plowed into me again. Our bodies were pressed together, his hands propping me up by my waist, our centers fused together and he thrust and thrust, picking up a rhythmic pattern as he pushed into me. Jesus was more powerful now, and his thrusts were more forceful. Sex with him, in those first few weeks of getting to know each other had been gentle and romantic, now it was wild and animalistic. We were hungry for each other’s bodies.

I swayed in his arms while he continued to move inside me. Letting out a raw cry of pleasure, I sank into his body, my head resting on his shoulder as he continued to pump. My breasts bounced and pressed into his chest, and he held me there. Half suspended in the air, and half pinned up against the wall. He wasn’t going to let me go till he was satisfied.

Jesus’ fingers tangled in my hair as our hips moved together. I couldn’t stop moaning. Nothing before had ever felt this good…not even sex with him. This was a starved desperation that was finally being fed, and I knew he could feel it too.

“Look at me, Valentina. Look at me when I come inside you,” I heard his voice, and I drew my face away from his shoulder. His cock was deep and big inside me, the friction it caused against the walls of my pussy was exhilarating. I felt like I was going to burst any moment. All my frustration, my fright, was going to be released with one final thrust…I could feel it bubbling up inside me.

We stared at each other, my mouth hanging open as his cock slid in and out of me. I could feel my juices trickling out, his cock sliding in it as he grunted and growled.

“Come for me, baby,” he said, and when I heard him call me that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm took over my body, shuddering, toe tingling, and I screamed…I called out his name; I begged him not to stop as he pounded into me.

His mouth was firmly set, his eyes bloodshot as his thrusts became quicker and wilder. Then he released too, his seed shooting out of him and burying deep inside me somewhere. We were staring at each other, fighting the urge to

sink our teeth into each other’s skin. I wanted to nibble on his ear, lick his shoulders, feel the dusting of dark hair on his chest which I knew was hiding under that t-shirt.

My orgasm simmered down, and while Jesus remained inside me, it resurfaced again. I screamed out his name as I came for the second time. He was done, but he didn’t stop pushing, his face stretching in a smile as he watched me come. I couldn’t stop, my body was out of my control, and he leaned over and kissed my forehead gently.

“Don’t fight it, Valentina. Give yourself to me,” I heard him say as my orgasm rushed over me.

When it finally subsided again, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like there was no air left in my lungs anymore. When Jesus started sliding his cock out of me, I felt a sudden emptiness erupt. I didn’t want it to end. I had no idea what was going to happen next, I just wanted to hold onto this moment for a little longer.

Jesus gently placed me down on the ground and stepped away from me. We were both still breathing hard, and he ran a hand through his hair and shook it out of its ponytail.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said, and I shook my head.

“You didn’t. I wanted it like that,” I said and watched him push his still-erect cock back in his pants and zip up. I gulped, my body was still shuddering. Chances were that he had his fill of me and now he was going to kick me out. I was technically still a part of the Muerte Viviente after all, and he belonged to the Rogue Rebels MC. My problems didn’t concern him anymore.

“Would you like to take a shower?” he asked me, and my mouth fell open in surprise.

“Okay,” I blurted out. The thought of a warm shower was too tempting to give up.

“The bathroom’s through there, take as much time as you need. I’ll heat up something for us to eat till then,” he said, and I followed the direction he pointed out for me. My tummy instinctively rumbled at the thought of food.

I walked to the bathroom down the hallway and shut the door behind me. In the mirror I stared at myself, for the first time, coming face to face with the state of me and my body. I looked like a mess. How had he wanted even to touch me? Leave alone want to have sex with me.

In a rush, I stripped myself of my clothes and stepped into the shower. When the warm stream of water hit my body, I sighed and turned my face up to the jet, allowing the water to slide smoothly down my aching body. I could still feel the girth of Jesus’ cock inside me. My pussy was still throbbing from the force he had used. What was going to happen to us? He had already been kinder to me than he needed to be.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw him standing at the door. Through the fogged-up glass walls of the shower, I could just see his watery silhouette, and my heart began beating in my chest.

“Jesus?” I said, in a small voice, and I remained still as he stepped closer to me. He was silent for too long, and he was making me nervous.

With one hand, he slid open the door of the shower, and I could see him clearly now. He was fully clothed, and I was completely naked, he was watching me. His eyes were drinking in the shape of my breasts, the curves of my hips, my belly, the dip between my shoulders at the base of my throat. He was staring at me unashamedly.