Beneath This Man(45)

I'm pushed up against the cold paint, feeling the hot, slippery crown of his erection pushing at my opening, breaching my entrance only a little. He breathes heavily and lets his head fall into my neck as if preparing himself for his invasion of me. I can't wait. I swivel my hips and bore down on him, taking him all the way.

'Oh, you f*cking kill me.' he moans as he stills inside me.

I want to tilt my hips and instigate movement, but I know from the jolting and twitching of him inside me that he's holding back. I keep still and sweep my hands through his dark blonde hair while he gathers himself, his heart pounding so hard I can almost hear it.

'Are you holding onto me?' He brings his face up to mine.

'Yes.' I weave my fingers together around his neck and tighten my thighs.

He growls with approval and releases his hands from my back, planting them onto the wall on either side of me. He slowly eases back on a steady breath, then plunges forward on a sharp exhale.

I moan, the sensation of his hot, throbbing assault of me having me shifting my hands and clawing at his back. Resting his forehead against mine, he slowly begins rocking in and out of me.

I sigh on every plunge as he works me up steadily. Oh f*cking hell, he feels so good. My grip begins to slip on his sweat dampened skin, our breath mingling together in the close space between our mouths.

'Kiss me.' he gasps, and I push my lips to his mouth, tackling his tongue. I feel a scream bubbling in my throat as he rears back and pushes forward sending me sliding up the wall. I clench my thighs to lift myself further and then bore down on him. 'Good God, woman. What the hell do you do to me?' He thrusts forward again and again, pushing me up the wall, swallowing my small cries as he kisses the life out of me. 'I've waited all day for this.' He hits me with another thrust. 'It's been the longest f*cking day of my life.'

'Hmmm, you feel so good.' I'm reveling in his attention.

'I feel good? Fuck, Ava, you do serious things to me.' He bucks forward.

'Jesse!' I'm a despairing wreck. The calm smooth motions are fading fast, being replaced with firmer, more aggressive strikes.

'Ava, wherever I'm going from now on, I'm taking you with me, baby.'

Thrust!

Holy Shit, I'm struggling here. My nails dig harshly into his flesh.

'Shit, Ava!' He fires into me, beads of his sweat dripping onto me. 'You're going to come.'

'Hard!'

He mumbles in my mouth. I can't hold back anymore. He strikes with ferocious power and I snap, the coils of pleasure peaking and firing off, my nails sinking into his flesh, my teeth gripping his lip harshly. I drop my forehead to his damp, salty skin where his neck meets his shoulder and rock my head from side to side as I jerk uncontrollably against his big body.

'Ava!' he shouts, as he pulls back and then smashes forward, slowly withdrawing before hammering into me again, finding his own release as wave after wave of contractions sweep through me.

He moans, then sinks us to the floor and falls onto his back, heaving and sweating. I drag myself up and sit astride of him, planting my hands on his slick chest and gently grinding myself on his hips. His arms fall back over his head as he looks up and watches me work us both down. We are both wet, out of breath and thoroughly satisfied. I'm exactly where I should be.

'What are you thinking about?' he puffs, looking up at me.

'About how much I love you.' I tell him the truth.

His lips curve at the corners and a look of pure satisfaction spreads across his handsome face 'Do I still qualify as your God?'

'Always. Am I still your temptress?' I grin and circle my hands on his chest.

'That, baby, you most certainly are. God, I love your grin.' He gives me his own roguish one.

I reach down and pinch his nipples. 'Bath, God?'

He jolts upright, nearly head-butting me in the process. 'Shit! It's still running!' He jumps up with me still in his arms and still buried inside me, hissing as he grips me too hard with his bad hand.

'Put me down!' I try to peel my body away from his, but he just increases his grip.

'Never.' He takes us into the bathroom where we find the huge bath is not even three quarters of the way full. He reaches over to the waterfall tap and flips it off.

'You could leave that bath running for a week and it wouldn't be full.' I say as he steps in and lowers us down.

'I know. The designer of all this Italian shit obviously has no regard for the environment or my carbon footprint.'