Delicious Friction

She didn't spend time trying to figure out why she wanted him again. He didn't want her to. So he pulled her close, his hands lingering on the small of her back, his tongue swiping his bottom lip. He was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

A month was too long without her heat.

He pushed her up against the wall and pried her legs apart, while his tongue was hot and wet against the skin of her neck. The feel of his tongue ring toying with her earlobe drove her to insanity. He could tell by the way her body trembled against his. He continued his seduction by pinning her hands up against the wall, on each side of her head.

She wasn't going anywhere, nor did she want to. He'd done enough damage to her heart to know she'd be his forever.

His hips met hers, his cock growing with need. He was hard for her, harder than he'd ever been. And it was all her fault. He'd make her pay for it soon.

His tongue moved down to her chest, while he slipped her shirt up over her head. Her fingers raked through his hair, grasping it as he sucked on the skin of her breasts. His tongue swirled over her nipples, making them hard and erect. He liked it when her body begged for his touch.

He continued his journey down her stomach, then tugged on her jeans. He moaned with impatience when they didn't come off quick enough. Judging from her laughter, his eagerness amused her. But she helped him to undo her belt and tug the jeans down her legs anyway. Once they were off, he groaned when he could practically taste how wet she was for him. The scent of her arousal surrounded him, making his mouth water, and his lust for her increased. He couldn't wait any longer to make her come for him, so he brought her legs over his shoulders as he lowered himself in front of her, her back standing firmly against the wall as he slipped his tongue inside her. She gasped with pleasure, her center melting into his mouth, her tongue running over her lips. He could feel her thighs quiver against his face when he ran his tongue ring over her clit, making her writhe and groan with every stroke of his tongue.

"I fucking hate you." The angry words slipped out of her mouth and caused him to grin against her wet flesh.

"I can see that." He countered as he teased her with the tip of his tongue flicking over her, making her scream louder.

"Asshole," she whined, tugging at his hair desperately. He groaned and took her sensitive nub in between his lips and started to suck, swirling his tongue to increase the sensation within her.

"Stop!" she croaked out with a sigh, but her legs wrapped around him, letting her know she didn't actually want him to. As soon as her muscles started to contract, he lowered her legs and quickly undressed himself.

He picked her up and sat himself on the edge of the bed. She sat on his lap, her back facing him as he entered her from behind. He gripped her hips as she started to move along his throbbing shaft. She moved forward a bit, to deepen the penetration inside her and it almost made him come right then and there.

Once she flipped her hair back, her thrusts became deeper, harder, faster. He could feel himself harden and stretch her slick walls even more and he was sure she could feel it, too. It encouraged her to ride him in long and slow hip thrusts, making it harder for him to keep from exploding inside of her.

"You're driving me fucking crazy," he scolded, tugging at her long hair at the nape of her neck, kissing her shoulder gently.

"Deal with it," she ordered with a deep moan following her words, as she hopped off him and started walking backwards slowly, making him get up to follow her. She held his eyes steadily, as she braced herself against the dresser, parting her legs for him. She knew exactly how and with what to tempt him with. That's why he always came back to her.

His eyes held an overpowering hunger neither of them were prepared for.

He caught her hips before she got a chance to move away from him and he held her close to his body, heated skin against heated skin. His tongue ran over her bottom lip, then his teeth sank into it, making her moan loudly and surrender to him. He licked the small trickle of blood oozing from her swollen lip as he slipped inside her inch by inch, letting her feel exactly how much she affected him. Her hands grabbed at his backside and squeezed, urging him to go deeper. As soon as his hip shot upwards in a quick motion, she gasped heatedly, her hands squeezing his shoulders, nails scratching at his skin. He repeated his hip thrusts until she screamed his name as her body arched into him. She pulled at his hair again and it encouraged him to go faster, making him feel how much she needed him.

With each plunge he made, he brushed the tip of his shaft against her g-spot, intensifying the sensation he knew was driving her crazy. His breathing grew heavy as she held onto him while he fucked her against the dresser, the wood banging against the wall behind it, causing all of the contents to scatter all over the floor around them. When she bit the soft spot on his neck, the most sensitive spot he owned other than the tip of his dick, he grunted and finally spilled inside her, adding to her own juices.

She looked up at him, holding his face in her hands, while he looked at her, still slowly moving inside her, his favorite place to be other than her heart.

He knew then, as he looked into her hazy brown eyes, that their fire would never be put out.