His Obsession(27)

He chuckled. When they got home Stephen went to answer the phone while she started on dinner. She couldn’t believe how fast their relationship had escalated in the last twenty-four hours. The undercurrent of sexual tension had always been there from the very moment they met, but she had never thought they would act on it. He came up behind her while she was cooking, his hands circling her waist as he nuzzled her neck. “I’ve got to go out after dinner,” he said.

“Where to?” Her eyes closed as he cupped one of her breasts. He set her blood on fire with need. She wore a blouse, and he unbuttoned the top buttons. A moan escaped her as he teased her nipples once he pulled her bra out of the way.

“I could touch you all night long and never let you go. You’re so soft.” He kissed her neck then moved down to her shoulder. Her blouse went to the floor followed by her bra. She stood at the stove in nothing but the jeans she wore to college.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked.

“Making you mine.” His free hand stroked her stomach, light strokes that left her panting for more. The small graze of his fingers on her skin was like a feather. She could feel his touch and wanted more. Why did Stephen always leave her wanting more? She felt on the verge of a great precipice with nothing to hold onto except the man in front of her. He tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder. Stephen leaned ‘round and claimed her lips.

She cupped his head, conscious of her naked breasts. “I need to make dinner,” she said as she let go of his lips.

“I’ll bring some Chinese food home.” Stephen turned the dials on the stove until the sound of lighted gas could be heard no more. “I need you now.”

Ursula didn’t protest. There was no way she could. Her body was on fire, and the only way to extinguish the flame was by Stephen.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, not expecting an answer.

He turned her to face him. She stared into his eyes, which looked almost black with his arousal. Ursula tore at his shirt. He pulled it off over his head. She raked her nails along his chest feeling the hard press of his muscles flex under her touch. He wrapped his arms around, reeling her in. She gasped as her naked breasts grazed his chest.

“You feel so good.” Stephen lifted her up onto the counter, his fingers sinking into the length of her hair to control her actions. He kissed her. She moaned as he plunged his tongue through her lips. The action reminded her so much of his hard cock slamming inside her pussy.

“More,” she said.

They worked the button of her jeans, pulled the denim fabric down to her knees. He moved her off the counter turning her around so her belly was pressed on top of the counter she had just sat on.

She heard the sound of his zipper going down. In the next instant his cock pressed against her pussy, thrusting up inside her to the hilt. Their groans echoed off the wall. He was so big pressing all of his cock deep into her heat. She wished she could see him. Her ass was sticking up in the air with his length in her pussy.

He cupped her hips, running his hands up either side of her to her shoulders. She felt his fingers grip her shoulders as he pulled out then slammed back inside her. Ursula held onto the counter while her senses went into overload as he pounded her against the counter. She screamed as he released her shoulder and began to finger her clit. Pushing back against him, she tried to hold onto something.

“That’s it. Give me your pleasure. Ride my fucking dick,” he shouted. She cried out as he slapped her ass, the action so sudden that she paused in her response. The sting shocked her still. His fingers slid along her wet clit making her shove back against him. She needed to come. He held her hip as he pressed all of his hard length inside her. “I’m watching my cock sink into your pussy. You’re wet, and your cum is all over my cock. I want to hear you scream, baby.”

She didn’t say a word. The pleasure was too intense for her to think a coherent thought. He knew how to drive her orgasm higher, making her last.

“Let me hear you scream,” he said.

He pumped inside her until she screamed to the roof tops as her release slammed into her. He rode out her climax. She felt the pulse and heat of his seed when he growled his release into her. They collapsed on the counter, his hands on her hips in a bruising grip.

He kissed her neck down to her back, along her shoulders. “You’re amazing.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she said.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I feel like we barely know each other.” She knew her doubts were her own problems. Not every couple out there began a relationship after years of dating.