Desperate to Touch

A cold sweat breaks out along my skin, every inch of it covered, trembling with the need to move. I wait, letting her adjust, refusing to give in to the baser need.

A second passes, Laura’s body sags and that’s my cue to piston my hips. Control and desperation are at war with one another as I fuck her with complete possession. Pulling her hair back, I whisper along the crook of her neck, “You are mine,” never pausing the steady pace of my thrusts.

The sound of it, of my hips meeting her ass, mixes with the short moans that slip out of her parted lips every time I sink inside of her.

This. I have missed this dearly. I ravage her and nothing has given me more meaning in my life. Harder, faster; I fuck her more and more ruthlessly until Laura’s grip slips, unable to hold on. Letting go of her hair and wrapping my arm around her waist, I shove her to her knees, mine resting just on the outside of hers on the sofa cushion. I don’t miss a beat as she thrashes under me, screaming louder and with a frenzy she can’t control. Even the sound of her nails scratching against the sofa fuels me.

She screams my name. Mine.

“You’re mine,” I remind her. Whispering the heated truth. “You’re mine.”

“Seth,” she begs me, but I haven’t a clue what for. She could beg for anything now, and I wouldn’t stop. I can’t. But when I’d finished, I could have promised her the world, just to keep her under me.

“You’re mine.” The savage words are gritted between my teeth before I rake them down her slender neck. Her lips never close, her screams of pleasures and heavy breathing never pause. Her nails claw down my thigh as she reaches behind her and the hint of pain urges me to fuck her harder and faster.

She’s lost in the pleasure, limp and sated, but on the verge of cumming yet again. Her body trembles with the need but her glazed gaze and whispered pleas prove to me she’s uncertain if she can take it.

“Take it, Babygirl. You. Are. Mine. Take it.” I can’t stop. Not yet.

I can’t let go. Not until she admits it.

I won’t tell her to though. I won’t command her to acknowledge what I deserve to hear.

With both of my hands gripping her hips to keep her upright, she takes it all. For over an hour, I refrain, letting her cum time and time again.

I don’t let go until Laura screams out, pulsing around me, “I’m yours.”

She’s limp on the sofa, her thighs pressed together as she turns from side to side. Her skin is a beautiful pink, her hair a messy halo. She’s a vision of beauty and nothing less. “Mmm,” she moans, biting her bottom lip as she rolls onto her side again, swaying her legs and moving her hands to rest between her thighs.

“Did I break you, Babygirl?” I ask her.

“Hmm,” she breathes, her blue eyes searching for mine when she finally looks up. “Seth? You ruined me long ago.”

Her body trembles, even as she clings to me when I lean down to pick her up. The evidence of her giving into me surrounds us. From the damp spot where she was just laying, to the clothes strewn around the room.

Her cheek rests on my shoulder as I walk down the hallway, to my bedroom. “You’ll stay here tonight.” The statement seems to wake her, to make her more sober than she’s been for the last hour that I’ve had her at my mercy. Her grip slips on me, but I hold her just the same.

With a short intake of breath and a hesitancy in her touch, I expect her to protest. She doesn’t though. She doesn’t do a damn thing when I pull my sheets back, slipping her into the large four post bed and then covering her small body.

“Sleep.” I give her the command and her wide doe eyes stare up at me. The look in them is resistant and questioning, but she’s quiet.

It’s not until I’m leaving the room, until my back is to her and my hand is on the doorknob to close it behind me that she speaks up.

“Seth,” she calls out.

“Yes?” I question her, waiting for her defiance so I can shut it down. She will stay here tonight and any other night I want. She’s mine.

“The other notebooks… I brought the photocopies in a file box.” Her voice is clear and I debate whether or not she’ll even be able to sleep until she blinks. It’s slow, sleep longing to keep her eyes shut. When I don’t respond, I simply watch her figure, the moonlight playing with the shadows along her curves under the white comforter. My gorgeous girl. Then she adds, “It’s in my trunk.”