Page 66 of Character Flaws
I’m wearing a pair of nylon shorts and my boxers, but it does nothing to shield me from her heat. I want to bury myself inside her and let her consume me for days. Who cares about food when I can live off her body?
Hovering over her now, I kiss and nip at her neck before taking her mouth in a searing kiss. I spear her lips with my tongue, our tongues battle and swirl, telling one another of our lust and longing.
My dick twitches between her legs and she lifts her hips to meet the thrust of my body.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about those pancakes.”
Not the most epically romantic or alpha thing I could say in the moment, but I’m always at a loss for words when we’re in the heat of things. She drives all other thoughts away with her hot, tight body and wickedly sensual gasps and moans.
“Mmm,” she groans. “What pancakes? I was thinking sausage sounds delicious right about now.”
Oh yeah. Nothing hotter than turning food into sexual innuendos.
“You like some sausage, huh? How about some piggies in a blanket?”
She giggles, her hands reaching between us and grabbing the waistband of my shorts, tugging them down as far as she can reach. I help her the remainder of the way, kicking them off the edge of the bed. Without having to say a word, she lifts her hips and pulls off her panties. Her t-shirt is bunched up over her breasts and I kind of like the way she looks all trussed up.
The sweet nectar of her skin, all flushed and creamy, and the soft ginger blonde of her hair, fanning out. She’s the most beautiful woman I know.
Our bodies are skin-to-skin, friction creating a heat so intense it could easily beat out the sun’s rays. My cock slides through her folds and I revel in the slick feel of her against me.
It’s perfection.
Each time I hit the spot, Joey’s fingernails dig into my ass.
I begin to reach over to the drawer for a condom when she pulls my hand back.
She’s moving her head moving back and forth, her teeth biting her bottom lip.
“Can we…I want to feel you inside me. I’m on birth control. I just want…”
I hear a loud growl and realize it’s come from somewhere deep inside me where my animal lives. The animal that wants to rut like a wild savage beast and come inside her without any barriers.
“Oh fuck. If you’re sure.”
My tip is poised at her entrance and I feel the give of her body, but hold myself very still until she gives me permission.
“Please, Theo. I need you,” she murmurs.
I’m a goner.
It takes every ounce of control for me not to rip through her. To push in and take what I want. For my alpha to come screaming out like a caveman who wants to fuck and fuck and fuck.
Instead, I call on my restraint and slowly – ever-so-slowly – ease myself into her. The warmth. The heat. The delicious wetness that envelops me. Makes me forget everything outside these four walls.
I must be lost in her because her voice is sharp and forceful.
“Move, Theo. Just…fuck me.”
My body thrusts and undulates, creating a perfect rhythm to go along with the sounds of our breaths.
“And where two raging fires meet together.They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.”
“Are you seriously quoting Shakespeare while you fuck me?”
Oops. I guess I can’t hide my theater geek.
I lift my head from where it’s buried in her neck and give her a rueful smile.
“Uh, yeah, sorry…”
And the sting of her fingernails digging into my ass tell me exactly what she thinks about it.
“Don’t stop…it’s so hot.”
And I don’t. For the next thirty minutes, I’m The Bard and she’s my shrew.
And I’m taming her like no other man can do.
