“Turn over,” I said without touching her.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I thought she might resist, so I reached down and grabbed her arm and flipped her, facedown, on the bed. I pulled her arms behind her back and held her wrists together with one of my hands. Then I lay on her to pin her beneath me.
She gasped and wriggled beneath me, sending bolts of electricity through me, straight down to that ache in my balls. This past month and a half had been a long time. But my body still remembered hers. Still craved hers.
I put my mouth to her ear, sank my teeth in. She said nothing besides giving a small whimper that only fired me up more. “I hate your fucking hairstyle,” I said.
“I don’t care,” she answered.
“I’m going to punish you for those hideous colors.” I shifted to the side, still pinning her down crosswise, then I bit into her neck again, harder this time. At the same time, my hand landed on her ass, hard.
She stiffened underneath me. I thought she might protest, but before she could, I spanked her again. “That was for changing your beautiful hair.”
She was breathing hard now. My hand tightened around her wrists and I slapped her again. She gasped.
“That’s for denying me your sexy body.” I kissed the back of her neck. I relished the smell of her mixed with her sweat, her salty taste. Closing my eyes, I gave her one last slap. “That’s for making me see only you whenever I’m with anyone else.”
She wiggled again underneath me, as if trying to roll onto her back but I prevented her. “Adam—stop fucking around, goddamn it!”
“No. You don’t get to take over. I’m not touching you until you say you’re mine.”
There was a long silence. I released her wrists.
Well I’d put that out there and I had to be prepared to follow through if she didn’t comply. I took a deep breath and held it, hoping I wouldn’t have to stop this.
“You said if you got me on the bed, you were getting inside me.”
I ran my hand up her soft thighs and breathed, “Only if you’re mine.”
She moved against me again and I took in a gulp of air, trying to get control of myself. I bent, sucked her neck, her ear. “Say it,” I said.
She gasped, turning her head to the side, trying to look into my eyes, but she couldn’t because I didn’t let her up. “Tonight, I’m yours.”
I hesitated only a moment. For now, it would have to do. Soon, she’d be mine forever and she wouldn’t hesitate a second to tell me. I vowed to myself that I’d make that reality.
“I’m going to bury my cock in you.” I shifted, working her legs open beneath me. And I slid into her. She fit me like a hot, wet glove, so tight, so unyielding. I pushed in as deep as I could go and she cried out. Her body closed in around me, almost suffocating me with pleasure.
The feel of her soft body under mine was driving me insane. I ran my hands down her legs, over her ass. She was so soft. And the smell of her skin—I was as intoxicated by it as with the alcohol in my blood.
I began to move, pushing into her, again and again. I reared up on my knees, pulling her up in front of me so that I could increase the pace. Emilia braced both hands against the headboard for leverage.
There was a slow build toward that orgasm. Emilia came again, her gasps and moans ripping right through me. And the feel of her spasms tightening her around me brought me, finally, to my own climax. When I finally came, it was incredible, so intense I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think of anything else but the sensation of pumping myself into her. She still moved underneath me and I reached out to hold her still, the burning pleasure making me so sensitive that every movement after was almost painful.
I collapsed, lying halfway across her as our legs tangled together, sticky with sweat. It was minutes before I could even talk and Emilia hardly moved. I turned my head and kissed her lips slowly. Her mouth moved against mine in shallow, affectionate kisses. It might have been enough to get me going again if I wasn’t so exhausted.
I was drifting off to sleep when I felt her push against me, wriggling out from under me to get up and go to the bathroom. The shower came on and I figured I could use a shower too, so I got up to join her. Always did enjoy a nice post-sex shower with her, which a lot of times ended up becoming a pre-sex shower to the follow-up. Or even a during-sex shower. Those were good, too.
I was brought up short when I turned the knob and it didn’t open. I rattled the door, in case it was stuck but no, it was clearly locked. She was in there, in the shower, and she’d locked the door to me.