Page 61 of Dravin
He gets his hand up under my ass and positions us so he’s supporting his weight over me. I spread my legs wider, wrapping them around him. It’s more awkward that he’s trapped in clothes, but neither of us wants to stop and shed them.
He presses two fingers against my entrance, ready to warm me up, but I shake my head, thrashing it from side to side on the floor.
“No. I just want to feel you. All of you. Now.”
He lets me be bossy, flattening his hand out beneath me again and jerking my hips up. I support myself like that, grasping his shoulders and bracing myself as he notches his cock at my entrance. He teases me a little, rubbing his headalong my clit and down, as if I’m not already panting and soaked and so beyond needing him.
I mean to tell him to hurry the hell up, but all I can do is whimper and rock against him. I tug his face to mine. “Fuck, this might not be the perfect circumstances, but you’re perfect, Dravin.”
“Stop,” he groans against my lips.
“Stop telling you how amazing you are? How hot? How sexy it is that you’re ridiculously smart and jacked and a little bit scary, but mostly just super sweet underneath all of that? Not a chance. Make it so we can’t go back. I’m ready.” Then, because he still doesn’t move, I ask nicely. “Fucking right the fuck now.” I’ve never been into begging. The onlypleasehe’s going to hear coming from me is in the context ofplease fuck me harder.
I wrap my legs around his hips and shift my hands down to his waist, digging my nails in. He grunts against my mouth, slamming his lips over mine, kissing my cry of pleasure straight back into my mouth as he thrusts inside.
He’s gentle and not gentle, controlled and uncontrolled. He holds himself back just enough to make sure that I’m beyond ready for this and when he knows that I am, he fills me full.
I let him grind me into the floor, the only thing between me and a bruised as hell tailbone, his hand. His knuckles have to be getting ground into dust, but he keeps going, pulling out of me and slamming in again. I fight to get closer, driving myself over his length while he strains above me. I open my eyes just for a fraction of a second to appreciate the muscles in his neck straining, his jaw locked, his abs flexing against hisshirt as he moves. He doesn’t need to be painted to be a work of art. He’s a masterpiece, even more beautiful for the pain, the scars, theyearsthat he’s lived.
Beads of sweat roll down his temples. I hate air conditioning and only turn it on when the house gets stifling. It’s hot in here and we’re hot, turning into a sticky mess with every whimper and thrust. His t-shirt is damp with sweat when I set my hand on his back. He drives into me, and I meet him for every thrust. We’re wet there too, loud, and it’s delicious.
I love that when Dravin needs air, he gasps for it right near my ear and then sinks his teeth into my neck, biting and kissing me. He fucks me harder through my own harsh breaths until they turn into little whimpers. I’m so full and it goes from feeling amazing to something even beyond that. Something that suffuses my whole body to the point of painful intensity.
Another few minutes and I’m nearly out of my mind. I’m soaking wet and so is Dravin. He’s so uncontrolled that it’s borderline animalistic. We’ve moved a few feet from where we were, driving along the floor every time he fills me.
My first orgasm was fast and so blissful that I lost myself, but this one I have to work for. I adjust my hips, letting every hard thrust slam into me from a new angle, so that Dravin’s pelvis scrapes along my clit. The new sensation sends white hot light flashing down my thighs.
“Dravin…” I hold onto his damp shoulders and then fist my hand in his hair, rubbing my face along his, collecting all his sweat along my cheek and temple before I turn and lick him. I gather the salt of him on my tongue and spit it back on his lips when he turns to kiss me.
He freezes, and for a second I think I’ve gone too far. I don’t know what on earth made me want to do that, but something did. The animal part of me that needed something absolutely feral.
His tongue sweeps out and licks my saliva off his lips. He remains still for another heartbeat and then he explodes into movement, driving into me, grabbing my ass in both hands to skewer me on his cock, driving me back and forth until I’m half raw with the pace of it.
“I’m going to come,” I moan as the first ripples hit, a different burn infusing my skin and lightning roaring through my veins. The electricity gathers like a storm.
I turn my face and bite down into Dravin’s shoulder, the salt of his t-shirt exploding over my tongue, my scream half smothered in the fabric.
There’s coming and then there’swhat the fuck, holy god, Jesus Christ, what the hell is this, and am I going to survive it?
I just hold tight and grind my teeth and breathe when I can. I let it build and build and break me apart, especially as Dravin fucks into me harder and harder with every thrust until he pulls out, groaning as he wraps his hand around his cock and comes all over my stomach, my thighs, and my breasts. There’s really no control as he jacks himself. The intensity of it and the hate of getting covered like that renders me just about speechless and totally incoherent.
I’ve never seen anything so base, filthy, and hot before. He just fucked me like an animal on the floor and covered me in cum, and Iam here for it. I was there for it a fewminutes ago too, when I was every bit as wildly animalistic in my need as he was.
Now that he’s coming down from the high of the climax and the temporary insanity of such wild need, his face is doing that thing I don’t like. He’s retreating back into himself, into that proper place with boundaries and walls that I can’t tear down or leap over. I found a way through this once, and I thought that it could be a beautiful thing, but he’s panicking.
I sit up and grab him, throwing my arms around his neck and clinging to him shamelessly. I give him a full body hug with all my limbs, getting my legs back around his waist.
“We’ll get through this,” I promise him. “Just like we’ve got through everything else in our lives. It’ll be better because we have each other and there’s power in the oldtwoare better than onecliché. I know it’s a lot, but don’t bail on me now. We’re already in this way too deep with each other. We were in it long before we knew we wanted each other.”
The only answer I get is silence, and then a grunt right near my ear that is as close to a nonanswer as there ever was.
“Don’t tell me that you want to let go right now. Or that you want me to let go. This feels good. It feels like I want to do this forever. A hug that goes on and on until we’re both skeletons on the floor. It would make a good meme one day, I’m sure.”
“Christ, that’s morbid as fuck, Kael.”
“You know what’s not? The best orgasms of my life. Feeling the way you let go. Being vulnerable and having you there to keep me safe. Don’t give me any bullshit about why we can’t do this. There is no can’t. There’s literally not one singlereason that I’ll accept. I’ve had the worst happen to me already. I’m not afraid of anything else.”
That’s a lie.
