There’s a reason I let you make me so angry…

(I've realized I'm writing as if this were fiction. Sorry, I live for the details and back story)

Today, my imagination keeps getting the better of me. I’ve had to call you a few times to ask for clarification, to update you, and the sound of your voice this close to my ear makes my palms sweat. I know I won’t be seeing anyone at the office today, so I keep my door mostly closed, listening for approaching footsteps. You make me excited and nervous, and it’s all I can do to breathe normally when we talk. I laugh and do my best to seem calm and aloof, but my heartbeat is audible to me now.

I’ve been thinking of us, you should know. I keep picturing that night together and then my mind is gone, leaving this office and taking me away to a darkened room with candles. I never knew how much I’d appreciate a little romance, a little bit of cliché, until I walked in and saw you smiling on the bed. You tricked me. I was angry. We had been arguing about you never having the time to make for me until I was ready to beat my fists against your chest. Some other time, I could say that all melted away like the wax dripping into pools below those flames.

I dropped my phone beside the bed hard, acting as if I didn’t notice this scene at all. I turned on you with my jaw locked into place, remembering the heated exchange of words not two hours before. My blood coursed through my veins and my heart felt like it was slamming against my ribs as adrenaline took over once more. “I thought you said you didn’t have time for this bullshit.” I said sternly. You just smiled softly at me. In that moment, I was so angry. I slapped you. Your eyebrows lifted and your lips barely parted as your nostrils flared wide. Your expression was delicious. We’d talked about this sort of thing before, but I’d never been able to bring myself to hurt you.

“Maybe I don’t have time for this bullshit!” you angrily snapped. I bit my lip hard, the pain keeping me from grinning at your indignant reply.

“Well I don’t fucking care. Good. Get the fuck out if that’s how you feel. I’m tired of wanting you and never having you to myself.” I said. The only thing keeping me from ripping off your clothes was the truth underlying the ruse; I am not just the woman you come home to. I was hurt, but this calculated conversation was turning my anger to lust more quickly than I had anticipated.

You grabbed me by my wrist, hard, and made me turn to look at you. I sucked in my breath through my nose as my jaw clenched again. You stood and put firm fingers into my hair, cupping my head in your hand as you pulled yourself to me and kissed me deeply. My back arched, pushing me closer to you as I returned the kiss. Okay I thought, This is… this is… I couldn’t focus. I gripped the waist of your jeans in both my hands, my fingers slipping down between your skin and the denim as I popped the button and unzipped them. I eased them over your ass and thighs, leaving you to decide what to do from there.

In an unbelievably fast reaction, you stepped out of the puddle of clothing and walked me back to the wall, pushing my shoulders roughly against it as you moved those silky lips to my jaw, my neck, your mustache bristled against my skin and I shivered beneath you. Your hands went up my dress and yanked off my panties. I couldn’t help but exhale a moan against your ear. Yes, I thought, oh god, yes, this. Please. I finally realized I hadn’t said a word in minutes, I was breathing raggedly and my flesh was covered in goosebumps. You leaned in once more and husked a whisper against my neck, “Put your arms around my shoulders.”

I didn’t object and I didn’t wait. I wrapped my arms behind your neck as you lifted me, using the wall to brace my weight. I admired your arms, noticing the effects of your recent commitment to shaping your body, and I bit your shoulder. My calves wrapped behind your back while I sucked against your skin where my teeth sank in, expecting you to tease me like you’re wont to do. Instead you slid inside, slowly, letting my weight ease me down, and I lost my breath. My head was spinning as you pulled back again. There it is, the tease. “Fuck. Don’t… don’t do that. It’s not nice.” I couldn’t believe that I’d said it… I’m not one to direct you during sex. You grunted in something between amusement and lust, and sank your teeth into the angle between my neck and shoulder before quickly delving into my depths once more.

I was breathless again, the small of my back arching as my hips angled to take you in. I strained my neck as I pushed my head hard against the wall, and I quickly started to hear the slick, wet sound of your skin meeting mine. Your breath was like fire against my neck and your attention was focused so sharply, you didn’t even notice my nails digging into your back. I gave up on my self-control and came with such a force that I nearly blacked out. I guess I was holding my breath, because I gasped in roughly. Your only reply was to speed your pace and whisper “Yeah,” next to my ear. I still can’t quite explain why your silence and pure focus drove me so insane, but I came again moments later as you grunted against me.

Your thrusts were growing sloppy and I knew that we were near the end. I was so sensitive; I started to moan with each powerful thrust, pleading for one more orgasm, one chance to go over that edge at the same moment as you. I felt myself tightening again just as those thoughts arrived, and then you came. Your breath hitched, you leaned away for the first time and let me see your face as your orgasm took hold. Your lips were twitching in speechlessness as your eyes shut, your fingers gripping my waist and ribs tightly. You were glorious, and I came again. You waited and held me as I slid my legs down your thighs, note letting go until I was resting against the wall. As you walked away to clean up, I let myself slide down, panting, grinning.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3l7gc5/theres_a_reason_i_let_you_make_me_so_angry