“I’m sorry,” he said, darting his tongue out to lick me.
“Don’t be,” I moaned. “No more apologies. Please. Just do what you promised. Make me yours.”
I wiggled beneath him, reaching down to grasp his cock, velvet coated granite. “There.” I almost laughed with relief. “You’re warm there.”
He grabbed my wrists to hold me still, but I squeezed and rolled against him. His eyes fluttered closed, and I thought about how much darker his eyelashes were than his hair.
“I’m cold, Meyer. Warm me.”
He groaned and kissed me. “Stop me,” he said, pressing me against the carpet with his entire weight.
“I won’t.” I spread my legs shamelessly as he rubbed himself against my pussy, just outside my entrance. I burned to have him inside. I could feel how wet I was for him already, a tingling in my clit that intensified as he rocked back and forth.
When he put his mouth over my nipple, I moaned and arched my back. He rubbed against me harder.
“I meant it. I’m not fighting you on this anymore. And you can’t fight me either. We’ll deal with that self-loathing later. It hurts me too much to keep pushing this away.” I sat up and kissed him. He pushed me back down to the ground, covering me completely, enveloping me in his essence.
“Not like this.”
“Yes, like this. This is all there is right now. There are too many variables for us. I want it. I want you. I want you to fuck me now.”
And like that, he did. No foreplay, no stroking, no oral, just his hard manhood impaling me on this stranger’s bedroom floor. I screamed from the suddenness of it, the glory of finally feeling him inside me after weeks of back and forth and self-flagellation for whatever this was that lingered between us.
He wasn’t slow, or gentle, and there was no consideration for whether I was a virgin or large enough to take him. We didn’t talk about protection. He didn’t ease into me or let me acclimate, just sudden pounding thrusts that made my head ring even louder. Instead of recoiling, I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper until his balls slapped against my ass.
“Fuck, Madeline. What are you doing?”
“Giving up,” I breathed, right before he cut me off with his mouth on mine. “Giving in.” He put his hands on either side of my head for leverage. My back grated against the blanket, then carpet, as we scooted across the floor. He ground against my clit, and I cried out again. He was hitting my G-spot with every thrust, and the pressure overwhelmed me. I drowned again, this time in fire and pleasure. I dragged my nails down his back, feeling the skin break in their wake.
It was perfect. Everything I wanted, everything I hoped for, everything the way I expected him to be.
“Madeline,” he half growled, half yelled, then sat up and pulled me with him onto his lap. He never pulled out of me, bouncing me up and down on his rod as we sat upright. I felt my breasts jiggling and ass aching, but he bit my nipple. I screamed, then leaned over to bite his ear in retaliation. He dug his fingers into my ass to hold me on him.
“Come on me,” he growled, forcing me up and down in longer and longer strokes. He pulled out of me almost completely, then thrust himself inside me with urgency. “I’ve pumped myself dry so many times imagining you. Come around me now so I can unload in you for real.”
He reached one hand between us and pushed on my clit, bringing me close. I screamed his name and bit his shoulder, trying to spread my legs wider across his lap to invite that rush, that peak, that glory I had been craving ever since he touched me the first time while I was still sore and bruised and bloody.
“Fuck it, Meyer, I’m close! Don’t stop!”
“I’m never fucking stopping, Maddie.” His use of my nickname sent me over the edge. Everything crested in those two syllables, and my body stiffened and shook, my head falling back while he bit my breast again. I felt myself clench around him, pulling him deeper, and then the ripple of his own release when he finally gave in to me. He pumped into me over and over again, his finger not stopping its motion on my clit until I finally shuddered and collapsed down against him.
He wrapped me close, crushing my rib cage while we shuddered in the aftershocks of what we had experienced together. When he finally moved, he laid me on my back before pulling away, and I felt his cum slip out of me while he moved behind me to spoon again. The fire thrummed, and we didn’t need the blanket for several minutes. As the sweat finally dried on my skin and goose bumps appeared, he reached behind him without asking and pull the blanket over the both of us.
“No more fighting,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Now we can rest.”
He rested his lips against my neck. “There’s no more fight left in me. Now sleep,” he said, running his fingertips across my back and sending shivers up my spine that had nothing to do with my body temperature. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”