Tell Me Everything

“I can’t believe I’m only now seeing your apartment.”

He smirks. “It’s only been a few days.”

“I can’t believe that either.”

He laughs, but there’s another aspect to it, husky and throaty as though he can’t give himself completely to any emotion other than the carnal need inside him. Moving closer to me, he presses his body against mine, letting me feel how hard he is. He wraps his arms around me from behind, and I find my body moving with his.

Maybe it’s like he said. Instinct will guide us. I don’t have to be anxious or worried.

Our bodies know what to do.

The only part of me that is completely untouched by worry is my core, nestled deep inside of me, pumping with pure joy and heat and longing. My mind flares with all the joy we’re going to share, the laughter of our children, the perfection of our life.

The timescale doesn’t matter.

A few days or a few minutes, I know I want this man.

The elevator doors open. Looping his arm over my shoulder – making me feel safe, and wanted – he leads me into the lobby. There’s a display unit at the front, with his football trophies on, and a few photos of him and his buddies on the walls. Otherwise, the apartment is large and modern and quite sparse.

The living room has tall windows, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, looking down on the city.

“Does it make you feel powerful?” I tease.

He answers with a growl, smoothing his hand to the small of my back as he leads me down the corridor. “The only thing I care about is this hot body. Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. You have no idea how crazy you’re making me.”

He pounces on me in the hallway, shoving me up against the wall. I gasp as his lips find mine. Sinking into the kiss feels so natural, and a small part of me wishes we could just do this, not progress to anything else.

But that’s just a small voice. The rest sings and demands that we take the next step.

I’m aching with the need for it. My sex is soaked.

He slides his hand down between us, grabbing at my pants. He undoes the button roughly. My pants are so baggy – purposefully so – they fall down right away, revealing my bare flesh.

The air prickles my skin causing goosebumps to rise.

He growls as he shoves his hand against my heat. I whimper as he tears my panties away. He doesn’t pull them down. He rips them loose with a scrr noise, dropping them to the floor.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “Bend over. I need to see that ass.”

“Like this?”

I turn, placing my hands against the wall, sticking my ass out, and hoping I’m doing it right.

When I look over my shoulder, I can tell my man likes it. He’s staring down at my naked backside like he can’t look away for all the money in the world. He falls to his knees, sliding his hands up my thighs and onto my ass, squeezing as his mouth trails up the inside of my leg.

I moan and shiver against him.

“You smell like my woman,” he growls, his warm breath tickling between my legs, temptingly close to my pussy. “You smell like you were made for me, baby. You’re my personal little fucking virgin, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I stutter, as his lips come closer and closer to my lips.

His fingers sink deeper into my ass and the gesture sends an electric spark through me, heightening the pressure in my core.

Then his mouth is against my pussy. I bite down as a scream tries to escape me, the same way it did in the restaurant. His tongue is pressed right against my clit.

His lips grind against my hole. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

His mouth is so warm. It makes me even wetter, my juices drip down my thighs, as he begins to move his tongue. He holds onto my ass with even more force, as though keeping me in place, like I’m his prey.

And he’s my predator.

Forever.

“Fucking hell,” he growls. “Your taste fucking perfect too.”

“Mmm.”

It’s the only sound I can muster. All I can think about is the feeling of his mouth against me, his tongue moving faster, flickering like a flame, the fire in my belly only growing.

“Move those hips,” he snaps. “Grind against my fucking face. Show me how badly you want it.”

The lust drives me. There’s a second where I feel like a fool, but then I realize how good it feels, chasing the pleasure as I move, driving myself against him. He moves in time with me, squeezing my ass with selfish hands, guiding my gyrations.

My head feels cloudy, as the pressure threatens to erupt. My clit feels as though it’s swollen to twice its size, and the faster he licks, the more pressure he applies, and the more difficult it becomes to keep moving.