Wanting Winter(19)

He hovers above me, looking into my eyes before his lips go on mine. Kissing me softly, gently. Treating me like I could break.

I don’t want gentle.

I glide my fingers through this hair and tug, deepening the kiss. He gets the hint and kisses me like a man possessed, grinding himself against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, his covered erection pressing against my bare pussy, the material putting friction against my clit. Moaning out for more, and with shaky fingers, I undo his jeans buttons, pulling down his zipper, freeing his cock. He pulls them down with him still on top of me, and we giggle when they get stuck at his ankles.

Once they are on the floor, I pull up his shirt. He helps me pull down my skirt and blouse. We lay there, completely naked, his eyes trailing down my body, and I do the same for him.

Everything about him screams all man.

I glide my hands up and down his chest, then to his neck and the back of his head, my fingers going through his hair. He closes his eyes, moving into my touch.

He is so beautiful.

I am falling so deep that if he ever lets me go, I will drown.

He opens his eyes and looks at me, really looks at me like he is looking into my soul. He strokes my hair then his fingers glide over my cheeks to my neck, his thumb stroking along my jaw.

He kisses me again. I wrap my whole body around him, not wanting to ever let go. The kiss soon starts to heat up; he starts moving his body, his dick teasing me. He holds onto himself, gliding it along my wet folds. I arch myself into him, begging him to be inside me.

When I feel him at my entrance, he goes in slowly. Every inch he gets inside me, I scream out louder.

It feels so good.

I feel him stretching me again, filling me up.

I see the concentration on his face. When he is fully inside me, he doesn’t move. He stopped last time, too. I feel like he is savoring this moment. I move my body thrusting upwards and he growls out. He starts moving slowly but I keep begging for more.

I feel like I want him to crawl inside my skin.

“Trent, I need more.”

I don’t know what I need, but I need it. Whatever it is.

I am then flipped so I’m on my hands and knees and he enters back inside me. I scream out; I feel even more full this way. I feel his hands on my hips as he thrusts inside me like a jackhammer. I have to hold onto his armrest to stop myself from falling forwards. His hand goes in my hair, pulling it back, and, fuck, it is so hot. He pulls it back even more, exposing my neck, and then he bites down. I scream out, feeling the pain and pleasure of it.

“More?” he says huskily.

“Yes, more,” I beg.

He leans forward grabbing hold of my neck from behind, squeezing it, ramming inside me, his other hand digging into my side. Each thrust he enters, he chokes me harder and I just want to scream out for more.

I move my head and I bite down hard onto his wrist and he moves his hand cursing.

“Hurt me some more.”

He pauses.

“Please,” I beg.

He soon starts thrusting again hard, and then I feel a sharp sting on my ass. I know it wasn’t his hand. My breathing is coming out in pants.

“Again?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He hits me again and again and again. I cry out with my release. He drops whatever he was holding and I hear the thud fall on the floor. He grips my hips and thrusts fast inside until his release comes. He falls on top of me, our breathing coming out fast. I notice something from the corner of my eye. I turn but nothing is there. My eyes squint but I soon relax when I feel Trent start trailing kisses all over my back.

“Where did that come from?” he asks me.

I move so he has to get off me and I sit up, tucking my legs into me. “If I tell you, you cannot judge me, and we don’t need to do it.” I bite my lip.

“Now I’m intrigued.” He sits back, my eyes go to his cock that looks semi-hard and I quickly look away.

“You know I said I had an ex who broke up with me?”

He nods.

“I think he mainly broke up with me because what stuff I liked—because he thought was strange. Its 2017 and things are more open, but I guess asking someone to do it is a different story,” I mumble my words.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“I like a little pain during sex and foreplay. I like being hurt. Obviously not in normal circumstance way, but when I’m all hot bothered, I find a little pain really pleasurable.” I look up at him and he looks at me like I grew two heads.

“You are into BDSM?”

I shrug. “I have never tried whips. During a couple of drunk nights with my ex, I got him to choke me, to spank me, to mark my skin; it made my head spin like I was on cloud nine,” I sigh.

“Well, I guess we can try some things out,” he says, pulling me so I’m straddling him.

“Really? So you don’t think I’m weird? Will you be okay to hurt me?” I bite my lip.

“If it turns you on, I will try my best. I have always been interested in that kind of stuff myself, so I guess we can try it with each other.”

I smile then shriek wrapping my arms around his neck. “Thank you. I might not like everything but least we can try it together,” I beam.

“What other stuff you thinking of trying? Have you ever wanted to be watched? Someone to join in? Sharing as the partner watched?”