“Tell me,” he growls.
“This.” I shift my hips, moving around the little bit of him I have inside me. “You, fucking me. Your cock inside me.”
“Fuck, your sweet mouth talking dirty…” He gives me a little more.
“Needed it so bad, all day. It’s all I could think about.”
He touches his forehead to mine. “Kiss me.”
I obey, with a will. He keeps it sweet, at first. Slow, just lips moving. And then he builds it. Adds fire to the kiss, until I’m crazed with it. He kisses me the way only he can, so I’m gone for him, groaning and whimpering, wild with his kiss—I almost forget about how bad I need him to give me the rest of him…almost.
“Rev, please.” I bite his lower lip. “Stop teasing me.”
He drifts in, just a little. “I like teasing you.” Back out. “Love making you beg for my cock.”
And then he renews his kiss, all tongue and fury. I groan, whimper, and kiss back with everything I’ve got.
And that’s when he gives it to me.
All of him.
Slow.Inch by inch, he pushes in. I lose my ability to kiss him, can only press trembling lips to his cheek and gasp a breathless raspy breath in as he roots himself to the hilt. My legs lift, clamp around his back, as high as I can reach, while my arms wrap around him, fingers digging into his back, pulling him close. I groan as he pushes deeper, and claw my hands around the taut hardness of his ass, clutch and pull.
“Ohfuck, Rev. Yes,yes!” I tilt my hips against his, needing him to move. “So good. So perfect.”
He groans against my neck, and his back bows up, straightens— the first thrust. “Myka,fuck, fuck, you feel too good.”
His mouth rakes down my chest, his hand cupping a breast and lifting it to his mouth, suckling. I press my lips to his shoulder to muffle my shriek as the lance of fire sears from nipple to clit, making me throb, ache.
He thrusts again.
And I burst.
Lights dance behind my eyes as I come apart beneath him, hips tilting, rolling. “Rev—” it’s squeezed out, lungs empty. “More.”
“Feel you coming, Myka. Feel you squeezing me.”
“Oh god, oh god...” I’m crazed. “Fuck me, please fuck me.”
He’s not. He’s still moving slowly. “How you want it, baby? How rough you want it?”
“Oh fuck, Rev, fuck—give me everything. Show me everything.”
He pulls out of me, and I whimper—the whimper turns to a cry of surprise as he rolls off the bed and yanks me to the edge. I’m on my back, ass at the edge, still coping with the abrupt movement. He flips me to my belly, draped over the side. My feet aren’t touching the floor, my torso stretched out flat. He palms my buttock, and I feel his other hand moving against me. Fingering my seam. I feel him, his cock, sliding through his fingers to my opening.
Nudges in.
And then both of his hands clutch my buttocks. “Ready for this?”
“Oh please, please, yes, I’m ready, I’m ready.Please.” I’m squirming, helpless, legs hanging over the side, face turned to the side, watching him over my shoulder.
He slams in. All at once, and not gently.
I cry out, turning my face to the quilt to muffle the sound.
“Tell me you’re good, Myka.” His voice is ragged. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Again,” I gasp. “Again!”
