Shame Me Not

“I don’t need you coming here and judging me, Kevin.” She knocked the door closed with her hip and slammed the bottle down on the entryway table, turning to square her shoulders and glare at me. “I don’t need you or anyone,” she spat out between her clenched jaw.

She was still adorable when she got mad, and I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe I was a little condescending to add fuel to the fire. “Yes, you do. We both know you need me.”

“You need to go. I don’t need you here,” she yelled. She stepped toward me, put her hands on my chest and shoved, barely moving me.

“There is no fighting me, Anabelle,” I whispered in response to her shout. Another gauntlet thrown down in the face of her anger.

Another shove. “You think you can just waltz in here . . .” another shove, “and take whatever you want . . .,” another shove, “after all these years?”

For all the distance she moved me, I stalked right back at her, backing her up further into the door. “Yeah.”

One word, and if Ana were capable of throwing fire from her eyes, I’d be burning alive where I stood.

She had so many emotions and I was there to give her an outlet for something other than depression. Maybe it sparked because I turned her on and reminded her of things she didn’t want. Maybe she just needed to rage, but seeing the blush rising from her chest into her cheeks, I knew she would be wet. I knew my Ana. My Ana was turned on.

She lifted her finger and dug it into my chest with each word. “Fuck. You. Kevin. Harding.”

“Oh, I intend to.” I reached out to her, but she slapped my hand away. Fuck that was hot. It stung and the burn shot through my veins, straight to my cock, making it rock hard. It was wrong to be the kind of guy who got turned on by a girl fighting me off, but it’d been ten long years. I’d accepted those things and relished them rather than hiding in shame.

“I said no,” she growled, shoving me again.

“And you know how that turns me on. Remember, Ana? Summer?” I reminded her of the safe word we created in college but never used. I didn’t think we’d need it now either, but I always wanted her to know she was safe.

I shot my arms out and locked my hands onto her biceps, yanking her to me. She fought, slapping at my chest, trying to knock my hands away, stepping on my feet despite me having shoes on and her being barefoot.

“No!” she shouted as I reached a hand between us to reach under her dress. “Kevin. No.”

“Oh, god yeah, Ana. I love to hear you whimper for me. Haven’t even reached your pussy yet.”

“Fuck you.” She squirmed, trying to close my hand between her thighs.

“Oh, there it is. So fucking wet. You can scream no all you want, but your cunt is begging me to fuck you.” Gripping her panties in my fist, I ripped them off her and brought them to my face. I closed my eyes and welcomed the scent of her, having missed it for so long. The slaps to the face came out of nowhere, but I should’ve expected it after letting my guard down.

Letting the fabric fall to the floor, I dodged the blows and tried to get control of her hands, but ended up losing her all together. She bolted, and while Ana was tall, I was taller and had to take only a few steps to catch up to her. My arm wrapped around her waist at the stairs and she tumbled forward, catching herself half-way up.

Taking advantage of the situation, I pinned her with my weight and pressed her head onto the step, trapping her legs between mine. With her bent over, I used my free hand to work it under her dress and in between her legs. I slipped two fingers right in she was so wet. Her seconds of submissiveness and panting let me know how much she enjoyed the game we played. With the silence, I decided to taunt her.

“Listen to you.” I twisted my fingers and pulled them out before shoving back in, repeating the process. She was so wet, you could hear it every time my fingers moved. “So fucking needy.” Her whimper sunk deep into me as I hooked my fingers deep inside her, rubbing against her wall. “You say no, but the way your cunt squeezes me every time I pull out, lets me know you’re just a slut who wants to be fucked.”

“Asshole,” Ana breathed out. She panted so hard that she could barely talk.

Laughing, I leaned on her harder and used my other hand to free my dick from my slacks. I needed to see her face once I entered her again, so I rolled her over, spreading her legs wide, and pushed in. Her eyes shined a deep silver and closed once my balls rested against her ass. Taking advantage of her lying there docile and lost in the haze of coming together, I leaned down to kiss her.