I followed him into the room, his steps quick and heavy while mine were hesitant. When he asked me to talk alone, he didn't sound happy.
As soon as I walked through the threshold, he said, "Shut the door."
I shut the door quietly and turned around, but before I could get one word out, he had shoved me against the door resulting in a loud thump and his lips were on mine. One of his large hands held my face, angling it up to meet his, where the other supported the back of my neck. My eyes were first wide with surprise before shutting slowly.
A soft moan came from his throat and he deepened the kiss as soon as he felt my lips respond. His mouth eased mine open and his tongue dipped in.
Before I was ready, he pulled away. My eyes opened to see his face flushed and his chest moving quickly with heavy breaths. I swallowed. My hands were clutching at his black button-up shirt, but I didn't remove them.
I finally found my voice. "What was that about?" I asked softly.
He didn't respond, but only watched me with a desperate look on his face. Then, he just shook his head and kissed me again.
This time it was harder, more desperate. He wrapped both arms around my torso and pulled me hard against him. My hands raised up to caress his face as he nipped at my bottom lip.
Before I knew it, he had lifted me up in his arms, and I wrapped both of my legs around him. His hands supported my butt as he walked backwards, finding the couch, turning around, and dropping me onto it. His mouth left me for only a second so he could climb on top of me, his arms supported by his elbows on either side of my head to keep above me.
His mouth met mine again, rough and without rhythm. He kissed me slowly then quickly. We barely left time to come up for air.
I pushed my hands under his shirt and felt his sturdy chest. I could feel each movement of his muscles and his heart beating fast. My mouth ached but I didn't care.
He then slowly removed his mouth from mine, causing me to whimper in a protest. I tried to follow his lips, but he didn't allow it. He trailed kissed from my neck to my collarbone to my chest, stopping to nip at the cloth of my tank top above one of my breasts. It felt almost as if he caught the tip of my nipple. I didn't realize how sore they were until he did, making me moan.
"I'm going to keep going unless you tell me not to," he said softly. "Do you want me to stop?" His green eyes met mine, looking up from under his lashes.
I couldn't speak so I just shook my head no. I was breathless and my body was anticipating every one of his actions.
He grinned and went back to his business, grapping the bottom edges of my tank top and pulling it up. I hadn't been wearing a bra under it since it had a built-in one, so now my chest was exposed. I could see him swallow at the sight; I don't think he was expecting such a quick exposure.
But he got over it quickly and he took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it. My back arched and I yelled out.
He sat up and quickly took off his shirt, not even bothering to undo the buttons. His chest was out in the open and I could see the cherry tree tattoo that was across the side of his chest. Then, coming back down, he kissed my hips as he undid the button of my jeans and pulled them down off my legs. Good thing I wore cute panties.
"I can't stand you," he said, making my heart flutter in a panic. "You're too fucking beautiful."
I looked at him with uncertainty in my expression. "But-"
"No," he said, stopping me with a kiss on my mouth. "You are, don't deny it. I've wanted this for so damn long." His hand trailed down my torso to the hem on my panties, playing with it. "I need this now."
I nodded eagerly in response, making him grin again. "I never realized how much I... Yes," I said.
As soon as I said that, his hands slipped my panties off and then found my clit. I gasped loudly and my hips jerked. His fingers played with it softly as I moaned. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was him biting his lip.
Before I knew it, he has slipped a finger inside me, then two, pumping in and out. I screamed out in pleasure when he slipped in a third one.
"I like to hear you scream," he said, just before he went down on me. He left his fingers in as he took my clit into his mouth, sucking on it.
I couldn't stand it. I was breathing heavy and moaning. He made me scream again when he roughly bit my clit. It hurt, but it was oddly pleasant. He removed his fingers and replaced it with his tongue.
At this point, I was writhing under him. I had never been this aroused with someone during sex.
He lifted his head and slapped my pussy extremely hard, making me scream even louder. "Yes," he moaned. "Again!" he demanded, doing it again. I cried out and my hips jerked violently.
