“God, what if you'd been shot today!?” she exclaimed, thinking of it for the first time. Tal rolled his eyes and sat the scrapbook down.
“I didn't get shot today,” he assured her.
“But you could have,” she pointed out, remembering the way he'd run around the car to grab her.
“Yeah, but I didn't. I have a better chance of getting shot while waiting in a subway station in New York,” he pointed out.
She grabbed his arm and hugged it to her chest.
“I would die if anything happened to you,” she whispered. He chuckled.
“I've been through a lot worse, trust me. It's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of me,” he teased her, turning so she was leaning into his chest.
Who is this man?
Misch pressed her hands flat against his waist, then slid them under his shirt. Pushed and pulled till he was forced to take it off. She smoothed her fingers across his chest, letting her eyes move over his skin. Skin that she'd only known for a month, yet she felt as if it belonged to her already. A possession she never wanted to lose, never wanted to see it hurt.
She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Even she was surprised by the ferocity with which she kissed him, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't waste one more second with him. What if he went out the door tomorrow, and never came back!?
She yanked his pants open and he pulled her towel away. Adrenaline shot through her and must have passed to him, because his hands started moving as fast as her own. He shoved her roughly onto the bed, then stepped out of his pants and followed her, laying down on top of her.
“I can't believe I was in a gun fight, and my first reaction is to have sex,” she gasped as his tongue paid attention to her breasts.
“Not a gun fight. You'd have to fire back for it to be a fight,” he corrected her. “And emergency situations can sometimes cause an overwhelming emotional reaction.” Misch shoved at his shoulder, forcing him onto his back, and she straddled his waist.
“Well, I'm feeling very over-fucking-whelmed right now,” she assured him, tracing her tongue down his sternum.
She'd been so upset, so scared, and he'd stayed so calm. Had protected her. An instant reaction on his part. She wanted to show her appreciation, so she kept working her tongue lower. Lower still. Low enough to lick a circle around the base of his dick, which was rock hard and pointing straight up.
“Fuck,” he hissed, when she tightened her lips around his head.
Blowjobs had never really been Mischa's “thing”, more a duty to be done. She put in her minimum time, then she was done. But not with Tal. She always wanted to rock him a little, the same way he did to her, so she gave it her all. Flattened her tongue against the sensitive underside of his tip, then worked it all the way down his shaft, and all the way back up again.
He was too big for her to get crazy with, and she was was no deep throat queen, but she gave it her all. Trapped him sideways between her lips and moved up and down him that way. Worked him in her hand while she gave her tongue's attention to his sack. Then she went back to the tippy top. Wrapped her lips around his head and her hands around his cock, then she moved them in unison, as one, her hand making up for what her mouth couldn't reach.
He cursed some more and his hand went into her hair. His fingers twisted in the wet locks, pinched and pulled, but he didn't yank her away. He begged her to keep going. Begged her to never stop.
She wanted to make him come, loved when she could do that to him with her mouth, but then he changed his tune and he really did pull her away by her hair. She started to ask him what was wrong, but he leaned forward quickly and kissed her. All hot, gasping air and dominating tongue. Then he rolled them, till she was underneath him.
“God, yes, please, like that,” she begged when two of his fingers thrust their way inside of her.
Ever since Positano, sex had been soft, and sweet, and almost gentle. Beautiful. Anything else felt … sordid to her, after everything that had gone down. She had broken a heart, she shouldn't get to have multiple-sessions-crazy-animalistic-sex. Of course it didn't make sense, but it's how her brain worked.
But not anymore. Now she was feeling very fucking primal. His fingers had barely slipped inside her before they were being pulled away and a much bigger object was demanding entrance. She lifted her knees higher and Tal grabbed one, pulling her leg up so her calf rested against his shoulder.
“Goddamn, you're soaking wet. We should have 'emergency situations' more often,” he growled, working his hips towards hers.
“Not funny,” she snapped. It was followed by a shriek, as he slammed his dick home.
“So good. You never stop feeling so good, Misch,” he groaned, pumping into her hard and fast.
She couldn't respond. Just moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed. He was pounding the oxygen out of her. She loved it. She had missed it.
Just when she felt a monster orgasm blossoming, he pulled out. She whimpered and immediately reached between them, trying to find the piece of anatomy that should've been fucking her into another emotional state. But Tal backed away from her, then grabbed her legs roughly and flipped her onto her stomach. She started moaning low in her throat, almost a purr, and she didn't even need to be asked – she just hiked her hips into the air.
“Oh, fuck. I love this. I love it,” she cried out when his hips finally met her ass.
“Then say it,” his voice said from behind her.