I am torn, I return his kiss but I squeeze the wrist of his hand between my legs, trying to push him away.
“Enough… Stop, please… I don’t want to…” I moan against his lips.
His fingers keep making room inside me, slowly, torturing me.
“Darling, you don’t want me to stop, don’t lie. If you really wanted to, you would have already used our little word. You can’t do without this, you can’t do without anger, passion, of the fire you feel for me… Say that.”
I stopped rejecting it, my hands clutching his shoulders as I surrender the weight of my body to him holding me tight to his chest.
“I… I need… I need you to stop wearing me out!” I raise my voice and catching him by surprise I move away from his grasp.
“Get out of my head! Your presence devours my thoughts, I am not lucid, I lose my mind… I hate you so much, so much and I desire you with the same intensity and I am exhausted, exhausted of denying it, exhausted from fighting it, just exhausted…”. I miss my breath as a few steps away from him, I scream at him everything I feel.
“Then don’t do it, don’t deny yourself” his tone is calm, I don’t think he ever surprised me so much, I don’t remember a time when his patience lasted so long.
“I can not…” I whisper almost whimpering.
“Because…” he tries to help me.
“Besides, you didn’t even apologize!” I glare at him.
He bursts out laughing loudly “Really?” reaches out to take my hand and forces me to follow him, stopping in front of him as he sits on a bench.
He smiles at me amusedly from below while he keeps his hands on my hips stretching them to my lower back, repeatedly.
“I’m very sorry, okay?” he looks serious and I look at him suspiciously.
“Come here …” he guides me to sit astride him, the skirt of my dress trying to prevent it, what a ridiculous scene.
I sigh looking at his face, wondering what pitiful condition is mine.
“I’m sorry if you make me grumpy, if I don’t always do what you expect…” he begins to whisper while his lips brush my face, neck, in ever new paths “I’m sorry if I can’t always satisfy the spoiled princess, if I cause all this disruption to her… I’m sorry if you want me so much that you hate me, if my touch, my tone of voice and my gaze can make you lose the control you yearn for… ” his hand on my thigh, squeezes me, touches me as if it belongs to him; his mouth that fell from my neck to my neckline. My breathing is irregular, my eyes closed, slowly my pelvis begins to rub against his.
“I’m sorry if you are such a slut and if only I can satisfy you!” he exclaims as he wraps my hair in his fist and forces me to arch my neck. His tongue goes up from my breast, to my collarbone, to my neck, to my chin, to my mouth. With my hair pinched in his hand, he holds me making me moan between his lips.
“Tell me what you want now,” he hisses over my mouth.
“Fuck me” I moan before kissing him.
I feel him tinkering with his pants and immediately after his erection is between my thighs, he rubs it against my vulva while with the other hand – expertly anchored to my buttock – move my thin thong sideways.
With my hands on the back of his neck, in his hair, while still kissing him, I lift myself slightly on my knees to allow him to find the right angle.
He interrupts the kiss “Look at me” orders me. I tie my eyes to his, biting my lower lip, waiting.
His hands on my hips push me towards his pelvis and his penis – like a knife through butter – makes room inside me.
I let myself go to an uncontrolled and exasperated moan.
“You are so tight and warm” breathe in trying to control himself.
I lean my cheek to his, nibbling at his lobe. “I need your skin” I whisper in his ear as I unbutton his shirt.
At the same time he loosens the bustier of my dress, lowers my shoulder straps and frees my breasts which immediately adhere to his bare chest.
I breathe deeply.
“You drive me crazy, darling”.
“I’m sorry…” I smile, starting to ride him.
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