Because Of Love

She fought harder to break free but he only tightened his hold, wrapping his other arm around her to cage her in. When it was clear to her that he wouldn’t budge, she gave up with a slap at his chest followed by a glare that could reduce a lesser man to a whimpering fool. He wasn’t that. In fact, the sexual charge running through him made him even more arrogant.

“Permission? No. Consultation? Most definitely.” He lowered his head and kissed her then, punishingly.

She gasped in his mouth and pushed at him. He moved his other arm to wrap around her shoulders and held her firmly against him, not even air could pass between them. Her protests then changed as she fiercely kissed him back, rising and sliding up his body, as her pelvis pushed up seeking his. He lost it then.

Rafe dropped his hands to her waist and hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist immediately. One moment of sanity told him that his door was still open. Yes, it was late and mostly everyone had gone home but he didn’t want an audience – no, he didn’t want any interruptions. Quickly with her still wrapped around him, her fingers fisting in his hair as their tongues dueled aggressively, he quickly closed the distance with five large steps, kicked the door shut then pushed her up against it when it latched in place. Freeing his hand for a moment, he turned the lock to the door then let it roam free all over her body while the other held up her weight. He wanted to touch every part of her and each pass of his hand was full of greed.

Her pelvis began to push demandingly against him. He shifted her, lowering her to line up his yearning dick and her core, sadly breaking the kiss for a moment. She whined her protest but that quickly changed to whines of pleasure when he began to rotate his hips, grinding against her. With each circle against what he could only picture in his mind as a swollen throbbing clit, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened at a gasp and her body tensed and shook like she was being electrocuted.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

His breaths came hard and harsh as his mind ran wild with imagination. Merde, he wanted her in every which way possible. First he wanted to see her make those little sounds and flinches of pleasure while she was completely naked, but his hungry dick just wanted to remain pressed up against her core.

Wet and swollen, the words played on repeat like a broken record in his mind until his entire body began to shake with unquenched need. His feet moved then and they quickly headed to the couch. He fell on it, with her landing heavily on his swollen and eager member. He hissed in pain and pleasure, his hips shooting off the couch to push up on her as if seeking more. He needed to be in her, now! His hands moved erratically around her waist, searching for a zipper or a button but his mind kept blanking out and his fingers shook like a junky needing his next fix with every pass as she rubbed against him, her breasts in his face. Her arms bracketed his head as her hands grabbed onto the back rest of the couch making it impossible to look elsewhere even if he wanted to.

He watched muddled as they bounced right in front of his eyes, heavy wet pants and an accompanying sound in his ear as she sought to fulfill her own pleasure in wild abandonment. He wanted them in his mouth, to lick and suck them until she erupted in ecstasy. He wanted them in his hands, the weights cradled in his palms – fuck they would feel great in his hands. As if reading his mind, she leaned back, his head followed eagerly and her hands lifted to her breasts.

Fuck! He should close his eyes. He was a breath away from losing his load and he wasn’t inside her yet. She shifted her hips and her body immediately seized. Her hands at her breasts squeezed the large molds as tightly as she squeezed shut her eyes as she bit her lower lip. She rolled her hips again, and again her body seized. She was going to come, he could see it coming and he hadn’t done anything yet.

With an arm around her, he slid off the couch and onto the floor between the couch and the table. If his legs weren’t shaking so hard, shifting to the floor would have been more graceful. Immediately his body was settled over hers and between her legs, his hips moved, ramming against her. His body trembled when she gasped in his ear, her body vaulting up as if demanding for more. He felt her hands on his shoulders moving over them as if she was trying to pull him up, urging him to move. He hissed when he felt her teeth latch around the flesh at his neck. He felt her tug on his tie and it choked him for a moment before she succeeded in pulling it completely off. She squeezed her hands between them and he felt her undo each button of his shirt with shaky fingers. She wanted him naked just as much as he did her. As he rode her, he expertly undid the buttons of her shirt and immediately reached for her black lace covered breast. Her hand covered his as he molded it, massaged it, fighting to be gentle, but losing to the mounting need to claim.

When she rolled her hips under him, rubbing herself against his pulsing dick, her fingers racking over his bare back, he went with it. Forgetting about finding the buttons or zipper to her trousers, he humped her, pressing down against her with each roll of his hips. She gasped and cried, spurring him on, sending him into a frenzy of need for release. He kissed her, dipping his tongue inside her mouth, imagining all the things he would do to her without the barrier of clothing. Suddenly, she went stiff, her body coiled under him then straightened. With a choke scream, her body erupted in seizures under him as she came. He watched as the emotions played out on her face and when she went still, he immediately wanted to see her come again. He shoved against her, harder with each pass, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. When she lifted her leg over his back, he pressed his naked chest against hers, the lace of her bra, the only thing between them.

He felt her building frustration when she dropped her leg then raised her knees and both of her hands dropped to his ass and squeezed both cheeks as she pulled them up. If he could find the zipper to those damn pants he would have had his fingers inside her – no, his dick would be wrapped inside her eager pussy getting gently milked for every bit of ecstasy he could give. He changed the direction of his hips and grinded on her. Her body shook, then jumped as if she’d had a hundred volts shot through her. Her head fell back, exposing her long neck. The new position pushed her breasts out to him and he reached into the bra and released them both. His fingers went to work, pulling and pinching her nipples as he teased the heavy moulds, his face buried in her neck sucking on the erratic pulse there. After a few seconds, her body began to tremble again, and this time he didn’t want to be left behind. With his elbows on the floor at her shoulders, his forehead pressed to hers, he shoved against her hard repeatedly. The string along his spine got tighter and tighter and his thrusts grew shorter and jerkier. When he felt the string about to break, eyes tightly squeezed shut, he captured her lips in his and in a deep kiss. Her muffled scream and his low grunt in each other’s mouths announced their back breaking release. Rafe fell to the side, pulling her with him. Instinctively, they wrapped their arms around each other, her bare breasts pressed against his naked chest, neither willing to let go of the other. He placed her leg between his as he rode off the embers of best not-sex-but-damn-close-to-it high in his life.

“What the hell was that?” she asked after a very long while, her voice strained.

He swallowed hard, trying to get his heart to beat in a normal rhythm again and said, “I’m not sure. That’s the first time that happened to me.”

She snorted her disbelief. “I don’t believe you.”

He held her tighter. “I wouldn’t believe me either. But since it happened with our pants still on, trust me when I say, it was a first for me.”

“What sex?”

After a long pause he admitted, “That wasn’t sex. That was something else.” With his fingers at her chin, he turned her head up so that he could look her in the eye and confessed, “I’ve had sex more times than I can count. It has never felt like that.”