Page 98 of Love Undecided
“I don’t get you. Why can’t you let me love you? Why can’t you let me treat you the way you deserved to be treated? Fuck, Kat, don’t you realize just how special you are?”
“No... “ I whisper.
“So, what? I’m supposed to treat you poorly? Is that what you want? Huh? Maybe I should just fuck some sense into you. Right here, against the wall.”
Yes!
“You want me to treat you like shit? Like you aren’t special? Like you aren’t my entire fucking world? Too fucking bad.You are my entire world, Kat. You are everything to me.”
His breath is heavy against my face, his gaze fierce and commanding, his touch one hundred percent possessive. His hand fists in my hair and he pulls my head back sharply, forcing me to look him in the eye.
"Are you even hearing me?" he asks. “Do you get it?"
He pushes my back against the wall, his body pressing into mine, his cock hard against my stomach. “Christ, Kat. I’m going to fuck you senseless right now. If you still don't get it, then we’ll get to fucking some sense into you later.”
I pull back slightly.
I am hearing him.
I totally get it.
"You jump, I jump, right?" I say with a smile. Giving myself over completely to this man that I cherish more than anything else. Giving in completely to what I want, and what I've wanted all along. Losing myself in his kiss, a kiss that quickly goes from soft and loving to hot and all-encompassing.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, unrelenting and fierce, punishing in its pursuit. My scalp scrapes against the wall, I moan at the sharp pain that mixes with the pleasure of his kiss.
My hands twist in his hair as I keep his mouth connected with mine. Afraid to even stop to breathe for fear this won’t be real. He pulls my leg up around his waist and grinds his hips against mine. He’s so hard and the friction so dizzying. I feel it building.
Fuck. I’m going to come from dry humping.
I use his shoulders as leverage and raise my other leg to wrap it around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back.
“Fuuuck!” he growls.
I keep working myself against him, the pressure building until I explode. I bury my head in his neck to drown out my cries, clutching at his shoulders to keep me from melting down the wall. Brad bites my collarbone, hard enough to smart. I pull my head up sharply to look at him, his steely eyes look back into mine,
“Uh uh my little firecracker, I’m not through with you yet,” he whispers, using his hips to keep me pinned against the wall as his hands push my shirt up my chest, then pulls my bra cups down past my tits to literally attack them. Sucking and biting, pulling and pinching, one at a time, both together. The rough of his stubble scraping against my nipples as he turns from one breast to another, the feeling is excruciating. He pulls hard on my nipple, I feel the zing down to my core. I’m going to come again, just from him at my tits.
Jesus Christ!
“You’re killing me, smalls,” I moan into his hair, loving the smell of him, cedar and soap and man. He chuckles into my breasts, runs his tongue up my chest and neck then nips at my ear as he slowly lowers me to the ground, I clutch at his shoulders, my legs still shaky.
“I want to feel you,” I tell him, moving to pull open his shirt, wanting skin against skin. I envision buttons flying as I rip his shirt open, but instead nothing happens.
“What the fuck?” I stop. He looks up. I pull again and nothing.
“What is this like some kind of industrial strength reinforced fucking firefighter shirt?” I can’t believe I can’t rip this shirt open!
He starts laughing, burying his head in my neck to stifle his laughter, but I can tell by how his body shakes that he’s having a hard time keeping it in. Then he just throws his head back and lets it go, laughing until he’s breathless and red in the face.
“You should see your face,” he says when he looks at me again still laughing hard. “It’s like confusion and anger and confusion.”
“I’m glad you find this so funny,” I grumble.
“Oh, come on, everyone would find this funny!” he says, still laughing.
I can’t help it, I start to laugh too. Granted I’m not finding it quite as funny as he is...
Once I catch my breath, I start to unbutton his shirt the old fashion way, undoing one button at a time. This may be a laughable situation, but I still have a goal of feeling his bare chest against mine. I get his shirt open, buttons intact, and push up the white tee underneath it. I’m breathless for an entirely different reason as I run my hands up his abs to his pecs.
