“Stephen,” she moaned, her head lolling back.
“What have you done to me?” I gasped, taking her harder and harder. “I hardly recognize myself.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Just like that!”
I pounded into her, completely overtaken by lust and also a need to punish her for making me want her so badly.
“You like it when I fuck you hard?”
Her cries grew louder, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Tell me, Julia! Fucking tell me!” I demanded, slowing down.
“Yes, I like it!”
“Scream my name when you come,” I gasped, leading her hand down between our joined bodies.
I captured her lips with mine, but we were hardly able to kiss, both of us were breathing so hard. It only took a few more thrusts for Julia to yell my name so loudly that it made my ears ring. I was hurled over the edge a few seconds later, gripping her tightly as I came. My knees buckled and I almost dropped her on the floor. Panting and heaving for air, she clung to me and me to her.
After a few seconds, she started squirming, as always, and I lowered her down to stand on her own. She slipped out from under my arm, and it sparked new anger in me. She was always the one who pulled away. Not tonight. My desire for her hadn’t been sated and I wanted more. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, effectively caging her in with my arms.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I said, reaching around to unhook her bra. “I’m not done with you yet.”
The rest of the night was a complete blur. As the last of the alcohol I had consumed entered my bloodstream, my memories became even more fuzzy and incoherent. I looked at the dining table. I had taken her there. I vaguely remembered knocking over the low shelf when I had her against the wall. I had bent her over the couch as well, and taken her from behind while pulling her hair. The pillows on the floor…I had a vision of her kneeling on them while I stood above her, using her mouth for my pleasure.
God, what did I do to her?
I had behaved like a complete animal. I remembered screaming, moaning, and grunting. I may have bitten her at some point. I couldn’t remember how it had ended or how I made it to my bed. Had she slept in there with me or had I just stumbled to bed and left her out here? I felt sick to my stomach. Last night had been anything but gentle. She was so small. Was she hurt? I had been rough with her. I shot up off the couch, searching for my phone, dreading that either Megan or Sophia would pick up and tell me that Julia was unable to come to the phone. It rang once, twice, and my heart jumped when it was answered.
“Hey you,” she purred on the other end.
“Julia,” I gasped, drawing a deep, ragged breath. “Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Why?”
She’s fine? How can she be fine?
“I-I just woke up and the living room is…are you hurt?”
“No,” she said slowly. “What’s going on, Stephen?”
“You weren’t here, and I was so… I can’t remember everything from last night, but…are you sure that you’re all right?”
“Baby, calm down. I’m perfectly all right. What happened? You were fine when I put you to bed.”
“You put me to bed? I can’t remember much after, um, after what happened in the hallway and even that’s…a bit of blur,” I confessed.
“Hmm, it’s too bad that you can’t remember, because that was the best sex of my life,” she chuckled.
It was? How can that be?
“But…I was so rough with you, Julia. I practically forced you!” my voice cracked.
“You did no such thing,” she said calmly. “No offense, Stephen. I know that you’re really strong, but you were pretty drunk and I’m sure that I could have taken you if you had done something I didn’t want.”
“What? What do you mean, you could have taken me?”
“Stephen, I did kickboxing for a few years and I’ve taken a dozen self-defense classes. I can take care of myself. You didn’t do anything last night that hurt me. It’s not in your nature. You really don’t remember all the orgasms you gave me?”
“No, not exactly,” I admitted. “I mostly remember throwing you around like a ragdoll.”
“You did that, too,” she said. “And I enjoyed every second of it.”
“Really?”
“I swear. I had a great time. You kept asking me if I was OK, if I felt good. You may have been drunk off your ass but it seemed like your main goal was to get me off as many times as possible. Mission accomplished!”
“So you really enjoyed yourself,” I said, feeling my shoulders drop in relaxation.