She panted out the words and I growled, sliding my cock against her lower lips. She was swollen, aching, and I pressed my thumb along her clit, rubbing small circles.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“I can’t, I can’t.”
I leaned forward and slowly slid deep inside. She was tight, so tight I had to grind my back molars together so I could maintain some sense of control.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “I’ve got you.”
“Luca, I need you to move. Please.”
I smiled against her mouth, loving this.
Loving the fact that this felt familiar and new all at the same time.
I kept kissing her as I slid in and out of her, slowly at first, and then faster.
I pressed her knees up to her shoulders, going deeper than before, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her chin lifting. I took that as permission as I kissed up and down her throat, biting gently on her shoulder.
When she started shaking, I played with her clit again and she came, her legs wrapping around my waist.
I moved then so I was sitting at the edge of the bed and she was straddled over me.
The movement pushed her face right against mine and I kissed her, needing her taste, just needing her.
Everything was happening so fast, and I knew if I wasn’t careful I was going to fall. But was that so wrong?
I had fallen before, and had nearly broken, but I wouldn’t let that happen again.
Not with her.
Not with Addison. My Addison.
I slid deep inside her again and let her rock her body over me, breathing into each other, leaning into each other.
And when she came for the second time, I followed, filling her, marking her as mine. I didn’t care if it was ridiculous and annoying and growly and absurd.
I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to claim her and mark her and let everyone else in the world know that she was mine.
I was such a territorial jackass, and I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Her body shook as we both came down from our orgasms. I smiled, running my hands up and down her back.
“You okay, baby?”
“I don’t think I can move.”
I grinned and kissed her gently before standing. She let out a small squeak, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carried her, still balls deep, to the shower.
“Luca, don’t drop me.”
“I’m not going to hurt you. Either of you.”
The seriousness of the situation seemed to take hold, but we didn’t say anything. I turned on the shower and blocked her from the cold water, needing the icy chill to help me calm down. It didn’t matter that I had just come. I was still hard as a rock inside her.
Thankfully the water helped, and I set her down.
“Will you stay the night?” I asked as I lathered soap over each of us.