Beneath The Skin(175)

Then her breasts are free and my face is buried in them like an animal. I feel the vibrations in her chest. “Oh, fuck … Clayton, fuck!” I’ll imagine she’s saying up there, crying the words out for her own benefit.

Then I bite her left nipple for my benefit.

I slap a hand over her face, feeding her my fingers as she gasps onto them—I feel her jaw open wide and hot breath push from her gaping mouth. She sucks in a finger of mine while her devilish nails draw down my back, which inspires a deep, beastly growl from my own body.

Her clawing of my back only strengthens the hold of my teeth on her helpless nipple. I bet it’s almost too much for her to bear, judging from how her breath against my hand just sped up.

There’s something about her surrendering of her body to me, even in pain, that’s so fucking erotic.

I release her nipple and reach down, working the buttons of her jeans. Yet again, her eyes gleam as she watches what I do. These jeans are in my way, my eyes tell her. And they’re about to not be.

They slip off her body like butter and find a place to perch on the dresser, or wall, or wherever the fuck I carelessly pitch them.

I yank down her panties and cast them to the side too. She’s all mine tonight, and I’ll make sure every inch of her knows it.

From the glint in her eyes that looks both excited and scared, I’d say she’s learning fast.

With my hardened eyes on her stunned ones, I pull a condom wrapper out of my pocket and bite the end, letting it hang from my teeth as I pull open my pants with force, working the buttons.

She watches, breathing heavy, unblinking.

The corner of my lips curve into a smile as I drop the pants to my ankles, the underwear going with them, and step out of them. I won’t be needing those. I watch her zero in on my cock, her eyes widening.

She wants it. I can see the wetness from where I’m looking down at her. I know she’s ready for it.

And I’m ready to give it.

I give the wrapper in my teeth a deft tug, freeing the condom, then spitting the wrapper to the side. Watching her with hungry intent, I roll it on.

Her gaze on me is unwavering.

I grip under her thighs and pull her up to my hips, firmly pressed against me.

Her breathing is heavy. She wants this as much as I do. No other words need to be said.

Except perhaps this: “Hold on to something.”

Her legs lock behind my back and her fingers claw into the bed, bracing herself. Smart woman.

My cock slides right inside.

She gasps sharply, her lips parting and her chest rising, those gorgeous breasts rising with them.

I pump her slow at first, making sure my eyes never leave hers. I want to see every little thing I do to her as the pain and pleasure break across her face in little earthquakes. I want to feel her body as she fuses with mine, her legs locked, her fingers digging into the sheets as she pushes her hips into me, taking my cock deeper.

Entering her didn’t sate my hunger.

It strengthened it.

I clasp her shoulders and pull her down hard, forcing her hips to meet my every thrust. I can’t get deep enough inside her. It’s driving me crazy.

She squirms against my body, bouncing with my fevered, frustrated movements. I don’t know what sounds I’m making, but I feel a chorus of grunting in my chest, vibrations working their way up and down my arms as I cling to Dessie and keep her right where I need her. She is so fucking tight.

I’m already so close. I’ve been desperate for this release. No couch-bound fantasy or hallway daydream can possibly match the fire that’s ignited between me and her in this stifling room.

I grip her breasts, my thumbs grinding over her nipples, which causes her to throw her head back, our eye contact broken.

And that won’t do. “Look at me.”

She reels, twisting out of her bliss and focusing her astonished gaze onto me.

“Look at me,” I repeat, fucking her into the mattress, my legs flexed taut with every shove, my arms bulging as I brace myself to bear down into her. The impatient look in her eyes emboldens me.

I slide my right hand between our sweat-drenched bodies to skillfully rub her swollen clit. The imminent orgasm becomes evident in her eyes too.

We’re both so close.

Her lips part as she spills her breath at me, beads of sweat dressing her forehead and chest, giving the most beautiful sheen to her body. My face reaches for hers, desperate to taste her.

“Look at me,” I whisper. “I want you looking at me when you come.”

“Clayton…” she mouths back.

I feel her contract, and her eyes see heaven as the anguish of release spills across her face. I fuck her through that orgasm, determined to squeeze every last drop of pleasure out of her. I won’t let her miss a single breath of it.