Tug (Irreparable 3)

“So?”

“You want me. Let’s stop avoiding the inevitable. Your brain may be saying no, but your body is screaming yes. I’m sorry for what I did. I know I have to earn your trust, and I will, but right now, I want to take you to my bed and worship your body the way I should have the first time. I’m going to make love to you, and when I’m done, we aren’t going to be friends. We’re going to be a hell of a lot more.”

“I can’t.”

I run my lips along the edge of her jaw, stopping at her ear. “You can,” I whisper.

A moan leaves her lips, and I seal my mouth over hers. Our tongues clash and fight for control. The kiss is fiercely aggressive, filled with pent-up sexual frustration and emotional anger. It’s a powerful kiss that nearly buckles my knees. One of her hands combs through my hair, fisting and pulling, while the other works my cock through my slacks. I groan into her mouth and lift her into my arms, her legs securing tightly around my waist. Her lips never leave mine as I walk to my room.

Her legs fall from my hips. She sits on my bed and urgently pulls at my belt. I’m so hard it’s painful, but I refuse to rush through this like I did the first time. I grab her hand and tell her to lie down. She falls back, and I stand over her. “You’re going to enjoy this.”

She smiles shyly and turns her head to the side, the color in her cheeks embarrassment this time.

I slide her jeans slowly over her hips and down her legs. She’s not wearing panties, and I nearly lose it. “You’re seriously trying to kill me.”

She smiles bashfully, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

Her butt rests at the edge of the bed, her feet just above the floor. I drop to my knees to pull her jeans from her ankles. My hands roam slowly up the backs of her calves, stopping behind her knees. I push them apart and slide my palms up the insides of her thighs. She gasps loudly as two of my fingers slide through her folds and sink inside her until my palm rests tightly against her clit. I slowly withdraw my fingers and glance up at her.

“No, you don’t like me at all,” I say teasingly, watching her eyes grow big as I lick her moisture from my fingers.

My head lowers, and I position myself between her thighs.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out the second my tongue makes contact with her clit.

With one finger, I ease back inside her. She’s dripping wet and I push higher, knowing I’ve found the spot I’m looking for when her hips buck from the bed. Her hands fist handfuls of my hair. I insert another finger and find the spot against her front wall again. Her hips rock against my hand, trying to pull me in deeper.

My dick begs for attention, but this moment is about pleasing her. Her hands move to her breasts, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers, and holy hell, my will to pleasure her first nearly dissolves.

My tongue moves back and forth over her clit while my fingers continue working the spot inside her. Her body jerks subtly, and her nub tightens under my tongue. I bite down gently on her clit, and a cry of pleasure leaves her mouth.

“I only have so much control. Come, sweet girl, before I give up and fuck you hard.”

Her hips thrash wildly as I draw her clit between my lips and suck. Her legs clamp around my face as she succumbs to the climax. I lift my head but keep my fingers inside her, enjoying the tightening as she clutches at my fingers. Her head tips back, exposing her neck. She bites down hard on her lip. When her body relaxes, I slowly remove my fingers. I prowl up her frame, splitting her thighs, and look down into hooded, satisfied eyes. I love that I’m responsible for the fulfillment gazing up at me; her expression one I want to see over and over again.

My fingers brush over her lips, and her tongue darts out to lick them. I shove the two that were inside her into her mouth, and she sucks them clean.

“See how good you taste.”

Her moan is one of surprise. She bites her lip again but doesn’t answer. I shove her shirt up, and she yanks it over the top of her head. She lifts from the bed and unclasps her bra. I slide it down her arms and toss it to the floor. Her breast are full, her soft pink nipples perfection. I lick them both, covering them in shiny moisture, and notice that the ink covering most of her left side, as well as her left shoulder, is as beautiful as the rest of her skin. The intricate artwork holds as many secrets as the woman.

The room is suddenly scorching. I reach up and grab my shirt, ripping it off over my head and tossing it to the floor. She runs her fingernails down the front of my chest until she finds my belt. It, along with my pants, is undone quickly, and she shoves my pants and boxers down my legs. I help her remove them and settle my body over hers, absorbing the warmth of our combined chests. There are emotions sweeping through my body that I’m not certain I want to be here. A sharp pain shoots through my heart, like a warning that she’s here to punish me for all the women I’ve taken advantage of and used. It’s too late. This girl is intoxicating. Feeling isn’t something I allow myself to do when I’m with a woman, but I’m doing it for her, to show her she can trust me. I only I hope I can trust her, because I’m seriously afraid she’s going to walk out that door when this is over and disappear from my life.

Her hand presses into my cheek “Hey, what are you thinking about?” I shake my head and reach down to kiss her. She turns her head. “Tell me.”

“I want this to work.”

She smiles, a beautiful, sincere smile. “Me, too,” she says, and lifts her head, sealing our lips together. This kiss is slow as we explore one another’s mouths with our tongues. This kiss is reassurance, a commitment to try, an emotional kiss with a promise she won’t run. Or I’m blinded with desire and it means nothing; either way, there’s no going back. As I push inside her, I choose to believe we’re two flawed people who found each other at just

the right time in our lives.

Maria stretches her hands above her head. I hold them in mine, pushing in and out of her with a deliberate, steady rhythm. I’m ready to explode and I still, wanting the moment to last, to stick with me when she leaves. She lifts her hips, wrapping her long, gorgeous legs around my waist, and I move again, knowing I won’t last long. My pulse quickens as I feel tingling in my groin slowly spreading down my legs. My dick spasms in anticipation of climax, and I stop moving. I want her to go first. I want to feel her compress around me, hear her breathe my name.

“Oh, God,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

“Just one second,” I pant.

Her fingernails dig into my ass and I lift my hips, slamming into her hard. I grind into her until I feel her shudder around me, and I slow my pace. Her body goes limp, but she keeps her legs around my waist. I increase my rhythm again and feel the warm sensation below my balls. They tighten, drawing up into my sac. Pressure mounts at the base of my dick, surging forward along the shaft toward the sensitive tip as I harden further. Maria slams her hips upward, meeting mine. At that moment, I feel in control, the world around me completely clear. With each powerful thrust, sweat drips from my forehead into my mouth. As I pound into her, the buildup sends a jolt of violent pleasure up my spine and causes an explosion in my balls. I stiffen as my orgasm consumes me, the moment so fucking perfect. I hear Maria moaning loudly, but everything else is a fog of bliss. My shoulders shake as I release into her, losing all control and blocking out any thought other than the incredible sensations rocking my body and my feelings for this girl.