Messy Love(60)
She gasped, and her hand that held onto the door tightened. “I’m going to regret it.’’
I cupped her face and grew more serious when sadness appeared in her incredible eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.’’
“This time, you mean,’’ she whispered back and then let me in her apartment, her eyes wary and yet full of lust. Her breathing was already getting faster. “I knew I wouldn’t resist if you came back again.’’
Her words shredded what was left of my control and traded it for pure animalistic lust, desperate and so damn consuming it burned me up from the inside out.
I kicked the door closed hard enough that it made a crashing sound that barely reached my ears through the buzzing sound in them from the blood beating my temples and heading south for my growing cock. I growled and didn’t give Marissa time to process anything. I grabbed her face in my hands and slanted my mouth on hers, kissing her with bruising force, kissing her with all the pent-up lust I felt, the lust that had been accumulating over the past few weeks.
Her answering moan in my mouth had me shaking. Her small hands grasped at my t-shirt, tugging it, balling it as our tongues dueled and caressed, a perfect reflection of what our relationship had been from day one. And then, I bit down on her lower lip and slipped a hand in her hair, grabbing a fistful of silky strands and tugged softly, angling her face up and opening her neck to my greedy mouth.
Her skin was smoother than I remembered. She tasted even better.
I placed opened mouth kisses, nibbled on that perfect flesh and listened to her gasp, her quiet moans as she whispered ‘yes.’ That was music to my fucking ears and strokes to my hardening cock.
Her hands slid down my back and settled on my ass, pushing me into her as she hiked one of her legs up to my hip. Instantly, I closed my hand around her thigh and squeezed as I pushed against her pussy. I groaned and kissed her mouth again, quick and dirty before I looked at her face.
She was perfection made of lust and sex. Her face, flushed, was angled toward me. Her mouth, agape, with bruised lips that shone from our kisses had me picturing her sucking my cock so damn deep she’d choke on me. Her eyes tightly closed made me want to get her off to see that look multiplied ten times. Her forehead, damp with a bead of sweat had me crave making her sweat a lot more until our bodies slid against each other and desperation to come our only concern.
“Tell me how much you fucking want this,’’ I growled and tugged on her hair until she opened her eyes. They were dilated as if she’s drunk, but I knew what had her intoxicated wasn’t alcohol. It was the same insane lust vibrating here, pushing us together, tearing me apart at the same time. “Tell me.’’
“I want this enough to silence the alarm blaring inside me,’’ she whispered out of breath, her voice shaking just like her hands on my ass, keeping me against her. I thrust into her, and we both gasped at the sensation. A thrill ran down my spine and went straight to my ball. My cock throbbed harder. “I want this so damn much I’m really close to tearing off your clothes. ‘that enough?’’
“Enough?’’ I laughed darkly and thrust again and again into her, the hand that wasn’t in her hair now on her ass to press her harder against me. “Fuck, that’s good.’’ I nipped at her lip and then pressed my forehead against hers. “I want you so fucking much I can’t think straight, Marissa. Nothing else matters right now but to come and get you to come. Nothing else matters but to be with you, sweet thing, even if you shouldn’t let me anywhere near you.’’
“Shut up, Wyatt,’’ she said and leaned up to kiss me again, shutting me up to give her all of my attention on her body.
I let her explore my mouth until my growl got out and my hands grabbed the hem of Marissa’s shirt on their own accord. It almost took me by surprise when she held her arms up to let me strip her off of that piece of clothing, but I soon got on board when her bare breasts came into view. Her nipples, all flushing pink and hard, drew me in and I didn’t waste another moment.
My fingers found the taut points, and I toyed with her heavy breasts, watching her face twisting in pleasure and her perfect tits until her head fell back and she moaned louder.
In no time we were both a tangle of legs and arms and naked bodies on her couch, me on top of her, pushing her legs open while my eyes drank in all that bared flesh laid under me. My eyes latched onto her wet pussy, and I made a move to go down on her, but Marissa’s fingers dug into my shoulders to stop me.
“No, not now. I want you inside me,’’ she begged in a strangled voice, eyelids heavy with need.
“Yeah?’’ I skimmed a finger between her breast and down to her navel. I traced it around and around a few times and then let that finger draw lazy patterns to her hipbones and down to the small patch of hair leading to her clit. I stopped just when her hips left the couch in search of more contact where she needed it most. “You’ll get me inside you, but first I want my fingers and tongue to get their fill. I want you so damn desperate you scream at me to fuck you. I want you so damn ready to get fucked that you drench my face.’’
I didn’t give her time to process my words thoroughly. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy then a second when I realized how wet she was. Breathing heavily, eyes on the prize, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her hard, throbbing clit. Her hips thrust upward, and as I pushed them down, I added my tongue to the game and began pushing my fingers in and out of her, and get her to moan louder at each thrust.