I knew her little cunt would squeeze my shaft until I felt strangled.
I groaned at how dirty my thoughts had become.
When I was in my room, I didn’t even bother shutting the door. There was no point. We were in this house alone, just the two of us, and I was about to fuck the hell out of her.
I strode to the bed with her still in my arms, her hands tangled in my hair as she pulled at the strands forcefully, her desperation clear.
I couldn’t even breathe as I continued to kiss her, as I curled my fingers deeper into her hips, slightly pushing her body down on my raging erection. She shifted in my arms as if she were trying to scale my body, her movements making me lose my balance for a second. I turned, landing on the bed, my ass to the mattress, Kitty still in my arms.
“Fuck, Kitty.” I was frantic for her, needing her like I needed oxygen, like I needed blood rushing through my veins to give me life.
I slid my hand up her back, cupping her nape, keeping her pressed to my body, to my lips. She wasn’t going anywhere.
Ever.
I’d never been this hard before, never had my balls ache, the need to cum so profound that it stole my very sanity.
I’d never wanted anyone like this, never desired a woman that all I could see was a future with her, having her as my wife, as the mother of my children. It was so strong inside me, that feeling, that need to make it a reality… my reality.
Our reality.
She shifted on my lap, our kiss breaking. Her legs spread on either side of my thighs, her chest rising and falling, her breasts brushing along my chest. Motherfucking hell, she felt so good on me. So damn good. The way she looked at me, this little innocent expression on her face, had every possessive feeling in me rising to the nth degree.
Everything inside me went primal. Feral.
I felt crazed, and I didn't stop myself when I reached up and wound my hand in her hair, adding some pressure, bringing her forward again, so close our mouths nearly touched. I took her frantic breaths into my lungs, made her a part of me.
I’d be giving her a part of myself soon enough.
I needed to be gentle, soft, and sweet, because right now, I felt like I could tear Kitty up. My desire for her was a living entity in me, wanting to be brutal, barbaric even.
“Kitty,” I groaned her name, loving the way it rolled off my tongue. I felt like I should have been saying it my entire life. “I want to be gentle, but fuck, baby…” I breathed out slowly, grappling with control. “The things I want to do to you, the way I want to make you feel... if I were to tell you, they would have you running away.”
She breathed out slowly, as if my words affected her on every level.
Good, she knew how I felt now.
“I’m barely hanging on, baby.”
She didn’t respond right away, just leaned in until I felt her warm breath brush along my lips. A visible shiver wracked my entire body.
Did she know I could have gotten off with the feel of her on my lap, just come in my fucking slacks as if it were nothing?
“I’m barely hanging on too,” she finally said, her lips barely brushing along mine when she spoke. “And you can’t scare me away. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers, trying to grapple for control, to hold off from just letting this go. I didn’t want this to end too soon.
Gentle. She deserves all the gentle things.
“I don’t need gentle,” she whispered, and I wondered if I said those words out loud.
I slid my hand up her back, pulling her in impossibly closer, and tangled my hand in her hair.
I tightened my hold on her hair, an involuntary act, because I was getting strung even tighter, worked up even more. I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers. “All I can feel, smell, taste, is you, baby.” I wanted to drown in her scent.
I ran my tongue along her lips. I groaned at her taste. I’d never tasted anything sweeter.
“I’m so wet, Fin.”
Christ. She was going to have me exploding before I was even inside her tight body.
I hummed harshly, and she started to rock back and forth on me, her hands on my shoulders, her breathing coming in short pants.
Fuck.
“That feel good, baby?”
She closed her eyes and nodded, her head tipping back slightly, her long hair swaying from her movements. She kept rocking on me, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead as I strained to gather my control, to not come.