He nods as if to say ‘okay.’ The next moment, I’m crushed to him, and his lips are bruising mine. He devours my mouth like he’s starving, and it hurts. But in a good way because I have my answer. He wants me.
There are no tender kisses this time, no soft caresses. Only hard groping and brutal kissing. He shoves his hand between my legs. The rubbing has me instantly wet. With his lips still locked to mine, he works me till my sex is gushing, and I might as well not have showered. He rips open the knot in the bathrobe as if angry with it. He grabs a breast. The stimulation to multiple parts of my body sends my arousal through the roof.
Instead of gently laying me down on the bed like he did before, he pushes me down this time. He starts to unbutton his shirt. "You want to get fucked? Get ready to be fucked."
I brace myself. I'm nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have forced his hand this way. I shouldn't have upset him. But I've dug my own grave, now I've got to lay in it.
Remembering that the condoms are in the other room, he leaves to go get them.
Now is your chance, a small voice tells me. You can lock yourself in the bathroom.
But I remain motionless on the bed. I'm relieved that he remembered the condoms. I don't think I could have stopped him if he chose to proceed without. And that's when I realize that my actions were risky.
He dumps the contents of the bag on the bed: a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. After undoing his buckle and pants, he strips them off. He's now fully naked, and he looks great: chiseled, masculine, but not bursting with beef like some heavyweight bodybuilder. He's perfectly proportioned and his skin is completely unblemished and even except for what looks like a scar on his left pec. If I weren't so nervous, I might work up the courage to touch him, to run my fingers over the planes of his chest and the ridges of his sixpack.
And then there's that. The stiff pole between his legs.
His body hovers over mine. I want him to kiss me again, but his mouth aims for my breasts. He grasps one harshly, making me gasp, then gives me a few teasing licks on the nipple before covering the hardened nub with his mouth. The heated pressure on my sensitized nipple makes my sex throb. I need something to spear the ache between my legs.
He lays atop me but props himself up on his elbows. I savor his weight upon me. I can feel his erection between us. The skin to skin contact makes it even more real.
A cool wind blows in from the balcony, but his body heat coupled with my arousal keep me warm.
He claims my lips once more, but it’s more controlled this time. His tongue delves deep into my mouth, entangling with mine. My head spins with pleasure. I don’t remember enjoying the act of kissing with this much fervor, but maybe that’s because it’s been so long. Or maybe it’s him and the way he kisses: domineering but not stifling, passionate but not messy. It melts and agitates my insides. I can’t get enough, yet the tension building between my legs wants more than kissing.
He cups the side of my face and tilts my chin with his thumb. He knows exactly how he wants my mouth positioned beneath his. He gives me room to return his kiss, and I savor the heat of his mouth, the taste of his lips and tongue, glad that he hasn’t smoked. My hips press up toward him, wanting to grind my ardor against him.
His mouth moves down beneath my jaw and latches onto my throat. My back arches, and my nipples graze his chest. While kissing and lightly sucking my neck
, his hands caress and grope my breasts, my waist, my hip, my buttock. I cry out when he starts to suck hard on my nipple. It’s a little too much pressure. No, it’s bearable. I like his mouth on my body. Surprisingly, the discomfort stokes rather than diminishes my arousal. He increases the pressure of his sucking. I gasp, then sigh with relief when he stops sucking to tongue the sensitive nub instead. But then he’s back to sucking. My hands grasp his shoulders, but I don’t push him away. He kisses my nipple, providing fleeting seconds of respite, before attacking the bud once more. My nipple has never felt so hard in my life. The alternation between the barely-bearable sucking and light licking drives me crazy.
His hand slips between my thighs as he addresses my other nipple. I dread and want his attention at the same time. His thumb works its magic on my clit, and either my other nipple has a higher pain threshold or the pleasure fanning from my clit distracts me from his intense sucking and licking. My body’s a mess from his assault. My patience thins. I want him inside me.
But he takes his time stroking me. He kisses his way back up and brushes his lips against my ear.
"You better be sure you want this," he murmurs.
I do! I do! Especially when you touch me like that...
But I manage to sound halfway composed when I reply, "I'm sure. You don't have to keep checking as if you need a signed and notarized consent form."
I'm not exactly sure where that sass came from. Maybe it's nerves. Maybe it's my eagerness. He didn't expect it either and raises his brow. His hand grasps my jaw, a little too tight for comfort. "That kind of impertinence could land you a world of pain, ma petite."
I'm not positive what he just called me. Some kind of harmless term of endearment, I'm guessing. His French accent makes it sound super sexy, whatever it is. But I'm more focused on the phrase "world of pain."
His cock presses against my thigh, tantalizingly close to the void I need him to fill. I could simply lay back and enjoy his fondling, allow the rapture from it to take me to carnal heaven, but my body yearns for a more significant joining of the bodies, of him and me becoming one.
My lashes flutter beneath his piercing gaze, and my impudence turns into a soft plea. "Please."
"Please?"
"Please do it."
He replaces his thumb with the tip of his cock and moves it gently along my clit. I inhale sharply. He's so very close now to being inside of me. And it feels so good. He strokes himself against me, sometimes dipping lower, teasing the folds below until I whimper and squirm.
"You want this badly, do you?"
"Yes."