“Then let’s get somewhere alone, so you can fix that, yeah?”
In a move he didn’t expect, I grabbed his shirt, yanked him to me, kissing him long and hard. “Yes.”
His eyes crinkled as I released him. He pulled the seat belt over me, securing it with a click. “Hold tight, happy bum. Mario is about to take over.”
I laughed as he slammed the door. I was okay with fast right now.
Daniel
We barely made it into her apartment before I had her tight to the wall, trapped with my body. Hearing her tell me she loved me made me wild. I had been holding back in order not to scare her by moving too quickly, but she was right there with me.
I made short work of her skirt, pushing it past her hips along with her lacy underwear, and lifting her to wrap her legs around my hips.
My pants hit the floor, the belt buckle making a loud thunk, and I was inside her. I surged deep and hard, needing the feel of her around me.
Her fingers clutched at my hair, her body shaking as I slammed into her. Her moans and whimpers were a low echo of the roar in my head that built along with the orgasm building in my body.
“Come with me, baby. I can’t hold on,” I pleaded, my mouth pressed on the soft skin of her shoulder.
She tightened her legs, arching her body, letting me deeper inside. My arm shot out, a loud crash exploding in the room as the lamp fell over. I hit the table with my hip and the dish she kept her beloved mints in scuttled over the edge, hitting the floor, candies scattering everywhere. Papers and mail followed, the sounds small echoes in the room. It did nothing to stop me.
“I’m fucking destroying your apartment.”
“Destroy me, Daniel. Fuck me,” she begged, in a husky voice.
Her words did me in. Hearing her curse and plead threw me over the edge, and with a low growl, I came so deep inside her, I knew she’d feel me for days. I wanted her to feel me—to know she was mine. Every part of her.
Avery hid her face in my neck, crying out. Her fingers tugged on my hair as her tongue swirled on my skin, her lips drawing into a pucker.
I pushed her face in harder as I felt the sting of her teeth sinking in. “Yeah, baby, mark me.”
She shuddered, and her body became loose and heavy in my arms. She eased the sting of her bite with teasing caresses of her tongue, and I turned my head to drop a kiss to her hair. She lifted her face to mine, and minutes passed as we kissed, the intense passion draining into something softer—sweeter.
Gathering her to me, I stumbled back to the sofa, sitting down heavily, holding her. I snagged the blanket behind me, wrapped it around us, and relaxed back with a sigh. She rested her head on my chest, nestled tight. We were quiet, letting the emotion pass and calm to settle.
“Okay, Sprite?”
She peeked up at me, her sleepy eyes shining. “I’m good.”
“You bit me.”
“You fucked me.”
“Touché.”
“What is it with you and walls? I feel like an Avery filling in a Daniel and wall sandwich these days.”
“Best damn filling ever.” I ran my finger down her cheek, laughing. “And it’s not just walls. Any hard surface will do.”
She rolled her eyes at my words.
“I don’t know,” I confessed. “You bring out a passion in me I’ve never felt for anyone. I want you all the time. Besides,” I added, lowering my head to hers, “you feel so damn good pressed between me and the wall.”
“Or the truck,” she quipped.
“Or the truck. The shower. The barn is pretty awesome, too.”
I was granted another bout of her giggles. I loved making her laugh. I tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “I can control myself if you want me to.”