I want him to let go of control and show me the real him.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper into his ear.
His kisses skip a beat.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”
His breathing quickens.
“I want you to fuck me so hard every time I fuck someone else, I’ll compare them to you.”
He lets out a guttural growl and bites my neck. That one will bruise, for sure. And I’ll gladly wear his mark on my skin as long as it will stay.
I want to mark him too. I want everyone to know that I changed something deep inside of him, just like he did in me. So I sink my teeth into his shoulder. Deep. Too deep. I may have broken his skin. But he loves it. He stops biting me for a moment, letting out a loud exhale. He brings his face to the crook of my neck and begins breathing me in. His arms are tight around me.
I squeeze his torso with my thighs and bite him again. A little gentler this time.
His breathing is erratic. His heartbeat crazy—I can feel it in his chest, threatening to knock his ribs out. His arms are a little too tight around me.
But that’s what I want—the real him.
“Don’t you,” he growls into my ear, “talk about others,” he bites my neck again, “while you’re with me.”
“But I—”
“Fuckin’ don’t,” he hisses as he pulls himself away from me.
Oh no.
But he grabs my panties and rips them apart.
Oh yes.
He grabs my thighs and finds my eyes. “Never.”
I can’t utter a word, so I just nod, excited for what he’ll do next. He’s at his most primitive state, judging by his face and jerky movements. His own brain has checked out too.
He lowers his face to my stomach and dips his tongue into my belly button.
My breath hitches. It’s not like no one has ever licked it before, but my body is so fired up that I nearly come from justthat. He places one of his hands between my breasts and presses me down while he licks my belly button once more.
After, he wraps his other arm around my thigh and secures me in place with his hand. I look down and find his face between my legs. His eyes are half hooded and crazed, his hair disheveled, and his shoulders rise with every breath he takes. It’s a sight to behold.
He slowly lowers his face and gives a long lick from the back to the very front, and my body spasms as I try to clamp my thighs shut. He doesn’t let me, though. He presses his hand to my belly, keeping me flat as he holds my thighs with his hand. He starts licking again, putting pressure in all the right places. My clit is throbbing. My belly spasming. My back arching.
But he keeps the pressure firm, holding me in place. His tongue presses harder onto my clit.
I moan and arch my back despite his hand pushing me down.
He lets go of my stomach and slides his finger inside my pussy. It’s drenched. I look down and find him watching me as he moves his tongue up and down. His cheeks are wet with evidence of my desire, and red from restraining his own.
He adds another finger and starts pumping. I moan again.
He moves his mouth back to my clit and starts sucking.
My hands act on their own and grab his hair.
He begins alternating sucking on my clit with flicking his tongue over it while his fingers keep pumping me, hitting that sweet spot.
