Something I said must’ve finally resonated with him because he moved.
He had me in his arms, and he was kissing the holy hell out of me.
I’d never, not in my entire existence, had a kiss like this.
Not even from the man doing the kissing.
It was angry.
Desperate.
Overwhelmingly, deeply, all-consuming.
It was everything, and I didn’t think I’d ever recover from this kiss.
He poured all of his frustrations, his need, his love…all of it went into the one kiss.
He growled into my mouth, and before I could really dig into it, he was pulling away with a growl of frustration.
I opened my mouth, ready to read him the riot act, but he had me spun around and bent over the back of the couch.
His hand came down my back, pulling my panties up and baring my ass, and then he was ripping them off of my body.
They were my favorite pair, too.
I’d worn them tonight because they were sexy, and also comfortable.
I’d been thinking to entice him.
And I guess I had.
Though, not with the panties.
I was fairly sure that he’d barely even looked at them before they were ripped.
“Is this what you want?” he asked darkly, and I felt something prodding at my entrance.
I gasped. “Yes.”
He pushed slightly inside, and I had a moment of panic thinking that it might not fit, but I was proved wrong when he thrust inside in one forceful push.
The air left my lungs, and there was nothing left inside of me to scream with.
Oh, god.
I was full.
So. Full.
And I felt like a million bucks.
This was exactly what I needed.
This, right here. Him inside of me, filling me up to the brim.
Bare…
Shit.