With my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he begins walking, and I pull away from our deep kiss, looking around in confusion. Thomas is serious, his mouth clenched and his eyes focused as he stalks through the kitchen.
"Where are we going?" I scrunch my nose in confusion.
"To fuck you. That’s what you want, right?" He asks while continuing to walk through his immaculate apartment.
"That’s exactly what I want. But where are you taking me?" I repeat.
"Don’t tell me I have to stand while following all your rules," he smirks and I do the only thing I can do, lean in to kiss him with every drop of passion in my body.
After what feels like minutes he arrives in the living room we passed on our way to the kitchen earlier, and he lowers me onto the sofa, the leather feels cool and soft on my naked back. Looking down at me, I can tell he’s eager, hungry to begin, so I wrap my legs and arms tightly around him, silently assuring him I’m ready.
Without warning, he pumps me hard and fast, I shriek in delight and we share a flash of a smile together before he slides out of me and slams right back in. We each moan, our faces, close and our eyes locked as he moves in a fast and rough style that couldn’t really be described as a rhythm, it’s a pounding.
Doing just as I told him, he drives into me with everything he’s got, his body hovered on the sofa above me, and I squeeze him with my muscles while he fucks me so hard it almost hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
"This what you want?" He grunts, his words coordinating with his thrusts, as I bounce, my breasts squished against his chest. Every plunge is so hard, so animalistic, that my ass shakes violently when our bodies collide.
This was supposed to be torture for him, but my body didn’t get the memo, because it’s climbing to its own release, and I have no plans of stopping myself. The waves build and I lift myself to meet him at the thrust, our bodies working against each other, making the vibrations even stronger.
"Fuck!" He bites out, and I keep going, just as he does, each of us moaning and groaning as it gets better with every movement.
My pussy is creaming, clenching and crying out for him, and my hand go into his hair, tugging at his dark strands. Lowering his face to my neck, he drives faster, his hips beginning to buck in the way they do when he focuses on his own pleasure, and it turns me on, my climax within strokes.
"Thomas! Yes, baby! Yes!" I scream, ready to fall over the edge.
"This what you want?" He growls.
"Yes! Fuck me, baby!" I yell back, my release within seconds.
And then he slams into me, stilling as his nose presses into my neck. I’m just about to ask what’s wrong when I realize he too was ready to explode, so according to my rules, he’s stopped himself. After a brief pause, I imagine for him to regain his composure, he begins rocking slowly into me, my waves still present, but much less severe.
"Yes, baby! Just like that," I moan when he begins to speed up, his hands gripping my hair to pull my head back so he can look down at my face.
"You’re fucking beautiful," he whispers, so low I barely hear him, but I can’t focus on his romantic compliments right now, my orgasm is trying to run away and I want it. I need it. I’m a slave to that pleasure.
"Fuck me, Thomas!" I yell and without hesitation he slams into me, sliding out quickly only to re-submerge in my wetness, a loud splashing sound loud and clear in the silence of his grand living room.
"Oh, fuck, baby!" He growls, one of his hands falls to my hip, holding me in place so he can fuck me how he wants. It’s so possessive, I just love whenever he grips me and focuses on his own desires when he’s inside of me.
"Yes! Give it to me, baby!" I try to sound aggressive, but my emotions get the best of me, my voice cracking and trembling as the waves of my orgasm threaten to tear me apart.
"It’s yours, Nicole! Fuck!" He growls, and my muscles tense, his words spurring me on.
"Oh, baby!" I yell, and he pounds my tight pussy, hard and fast, again and again.
Leaning down, I dig my teeth in his neck and he instantly stills inside of me, again pushed to his limit. I can feel him panting against my neck as I too struggle to catch my breath. This is the most intense and aggressive we’ve ever been. It’s beyond erotic, but of course he makes it sensual as well.
Gripping his neck, I lift myself, sliding off of his length, coated in my cream, and then slowly lower myself, sliding into him. He doesn’t move, his face buried in my neck, his breathing still fast and out of control. I know he’s not ready to start back up, but now I’m being selfish, my body hungry for him.
&nbs
p; Lifting his head, Thomas looks down at me as his hips finally begin rocking, and not a second too soon. The vibrations are already on edge, I know it won’t take long for me, and from the look on his face, I think he’s fighting his own climax.
His jaw is so defined, as he clenches his teeth, glaring at me as I run my nails across his chest, watching his eyes cloud over before his eyelids slowly close, his pace increasing. My moans are loud and long as he slams into me, grunting so aggressively I feel myself losing control.
"Baby! Oh, Thomas, baby!" I cry, the waves racking through me.
"Oh, fuck! Baby, I can’t stop," he growls, his hips rocking into me as he lifts and falls into my sex.