He brings the other to my waist, pins me to the wall, and drives into me with one steady thrust.
He does it again.
Again.
I close my eyes. I soak in every ounce of him.
A few more thrusts and he loses control of his breath.
He groans. Shakes. Pants.
He goes harder. Too hard. I'm smacking into the wall. It hurts. But then it's still not hard enough.
I rock my hips to meet him. "Come for me, baby." The words fall off my lips seamlessly. That's what he does to me.
He lets out a low, heavy groan.
He drives into me again. Again. Again.
He tugs at my hair.
With his next thrust, he comes. His teeth sink into my neck. His hips rock against mine. His cock pulses inside me.
He spills every drop.
"Fuck." He drags his lips over my neck and shoulders. His breath stays heavy. Needy.
He brings his hand to my chin, turns my head.
My lips find his.
His tongue slides into my mouth. Dances with mine.
His fingers find their way down my stomach. My pelvis. There.
He rubs me with his index finger.
He brings his hand to my breast and toys with my nipple with his thumb.
Fuck. That feels good.
I kiss him harder.
Deeper.
I push every other thought away.
Tension builds between my legs. I'm already so close. So desperate for release.
His tongue slides around mine.
His fingers brush my clit.
His thumb makes circles around my nipple.
There.
All that tension in my sex builds to a fever pitch. It knots tighter and tighter and tighter.