26Warnings: sizzling hot smut, rough, breath play, aftercare, biting. If I've missed any I'm sorry.
This is not safe for work, as is pure smut with no plot at all.
As always I'm not making any money and the characters don't belong to me.
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me tighter to his hard body. His lips were rough against mine as he devoured me in an all-consuming kiss. I moaned, raking my nails over his clothed back, the sensation causing a rumble in his chest.
With a growl he pulled back and moved quickly, pinning me back to the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, pressing the soft parts of my body against the hard planes of his. The desire to have him as close as possible burned like a fire deep in my chest. My hands found the gap in his button-up shirt, and I ripped it, sending buttons flying and freeing his chest to my assault.
My hand gripped the back of his neck as I set about kissing his neck and chest. Reaching where his shoulder met his neck, I was overtaken by the urge to mark him, claim him for everyone to see. A strange feeling for sure, and for a moment I questioned what alien had taken over my body. When he groaned, grinding into me, the questions faded and my urges won.
My teeth sunk into his skin, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to make him bleed. He let out a pleasure-filled growl as his hips bucked, his bulge rocking into my core, and his hand squeezed my ass tight. I stroked my tongue over the spot, easing the pain and sending more sensations rocketing through his body.
His hand found my hair, pulling my head away from his neck. His lips met mine in a clash of teeth. My back was no longer against the wall, instead, we were moving. I didn't give a shit where, as long as he laid me down and fucked me until I couldn't walk tomorrow.
Together we tumbled into bed; he was careful to make sure his weight didn't crush me. He unwrapped my legs from his waist and sat back on his knees. His chest heaved as his eyes roamed over me sprawled in his bed, waiting for him to take what he wanted. His hands shoved my shirt off quickly before moving to my hips to pull my skirt down. I lifted my ass to assist, ready to be writhing under him.
Done with being the passive partner, I sat up. My hands found his slacks buttons and pushed them down his hips. He stood, pushed them off, and revealed what had been behind that bulge. I could feel my eyes widening slightly, and he grinned.
"You're overdressed."
"Let me remedy that," I purred, eyes locking with his. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, yanking it over my head, thankful I didn't wear a bra tonight.
His eyes roamed over my bare body, taking in his fill. I propped myself up on my elbows and crooked my finger at him. He gave me a wolf grin before crawling into the bed with me, muscles flexing as he moved with grace of a big cat.
He pushed me back on the bed, gathering my wrist in his hands and pinning them above my head. The move forced me to arch my back up and press myself against him, not leaving a centimeter of space between us. His other hand pressed flat against my sternum, moving between my breast and finally coming to rest over the top of my throat.
His eyes locked with mine and I gave him a smirk, causing him to squeeze lightly. I arched, pressing into his hand and he chuckled. "Keep your hands where they are, do you understand?"
I nodded, knowing I probably wouldn't be able to form words with how turned on I was. His eyes were the color of obsidian as he released my hands, and as much as I wanted to move them, I didn't dare.
His free hand roamed over my hip before gripping my thigh and wrapping it around his waist. His hand moved, resting on my pelvic bone as his thumb found my clit. His eyes didn't leave mine as he circled it with slow motions, causing heat to build slowly in my stomach.
Above my head my hands clenched into the sheets, aching to bury themselves in his hair. He smirked as my body bucked, aching for more, trying to take more, but his pace didn't pick up playing with my pebbled clit.
"Please," I begged with a hoarse whisper. He was in no way cutting off my air yet, but the pleasure building in my body had my brain turning to mush, the feel of his hand resting on my neck sending spikes of pleasure through my body. He chuckled and leaned down, brushing his lips over mine.
"I always love when you're under me, breathless, panting, and begging," he growled softly in my ear, nipping at the skin and causing a shiver to shoot through me.
"Please," I begged, fighting the urge to reach for him and make him do what I wanted.
He gave me another wolf grin as he sat back on his knees, releasing my throat for the moment and I almost begged for him to put it back, missing the comfort of the pressure. I watched as he stroked his cock from root to tip, a drop of precum gathering at the tip. I felt my heart rate escalate, wanting nothing more than to push his hand away and lick up his cum, but I didn't move.
He leaned over me, his hand cupping my cheek, stroking softly. I leaned into his touch, letting my eyes flutter. I felt his cock at my entrance, rubbing along my slit. "Good girl," he whispered, lips brushing against mine.
His hand wrapped around my throat again and I sighed, arching for more contact as he thrust into me. He growled softly as my walls gave way, accepting his length, and pulsed, pulling him deeper. I bucked my hips as he pulled out, slamming back into me, the hand around my neck flexing with each thrust but keeping the same amount of pressure.
His obsidian eyes locked on mine. "Touch me."
My hands moved of their own volition, finding his shoulder, nails digging into his skin and earning me a groan. My leg moved higher up his waist, heel pressing into his firm ass as the other pushed me off the bed forcing him to thrust deeper into me.
I could feel my orgasm building, the heat now a steady stream into my stomach. My legs began to shake and I panted as he tightened his hand, his thrusting sending my body higher and higher. I forced my hips down harder and faster against his, taking what I wanted, earning a low chuckle from him as his hand found my slit.
Using his thumb, he worked it in time with each thrust. I was so close to the edge, almost falling over, the edge of my vision turned black. Just as I started to come, he let go of my throat and I sucked in lungfuls of oxygen, sending my body spiraling. The sensation of him stretching and filling me, my orgasm, and the air my body needed was overwhelming.
I heard myself whimpering his name and clutching him tight to my body as he continued to play with my clit. I didn't know if I wanted him to stop or keep going. The constant orgasm I was stuck in melted my mind as I fell back onto the bed, digging my nails into his shoulders as I cried out again, my orgasm peaking.
I heard him growl, losing his rhythm as he came deep inside me. He continued to flex his hips, pushing his cum deep inside me, not wanting to lose a drop. His lips found my neck as sweat dripped off him and onto me, mixing with my own.
He whispered soothing words into my ear, but I was still floating in ecstasy. The warm fuzzy feeling coated my mind. I felt him pull out of me and his hands roam over me, warming my cold extremities. His nose nuzzled into my neck, making sure I still felt him close. I felt him shift, lifting me from the bed, but I couldn't care less. I trusted him, knowing he wouldn't hurt me, that he would take care of me, and that he would let me bask in the afterglow and let me take control again once I was ready.
I heard the water turn on as my eyes fluttered open and closed. I let out a small sigh cuddling into his warm chest. His lips brushed against my forehead before he settled us into the water. He sat behind me, settling me between his legs and wrapping his arms around me. Slowly everything was clearing up, but I still found comfort in his strong arms.
He could feel the change in me, "You back with me, Babe?"
I nodded turning my head to nuzzle into his chest. "Thank you," I whispered softly.
"Always," he whispered back just as soft, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Let's get cleaned up."
I nodded my agreement, some of the fuzziness still coating my brain. It was welcome, sometimes I liked having all the burdens taken from me, not having to worry about anything, and letting someone take care of me.
Carlos washed me, hands gently brushing over my body with the loofah and doing the same with his own. This was our routine, him taking care of me when everything got intense.
I helped him wash my hair and he combed through it with the wide tooth comb before washing out the conditioner. He picked me up as he stood, grabbing two towels, drying me with one, and then wrapping me in the dry one. He didn't bother drying himself before carrying me to bed and tucking me in.
"I'll be right back, Babe," he said, pressing a light kiss to my lips.
He strode out of the bedroom, returning less than a minute later with a water bottle and a Tastycake. He opened both before handing them to me. I drank my water and nibbled on my snack as he found me a shirt in the closet, bringing it out to help me into it. He used my towel to quickly dry himself before tossing it into the bathroom and shutting all the lights but one out. He crawled into bed, wrapping me in his arms.
I nuzzled into his chest, basking in his warmth. "Remind me to pull the tiger's tail more often," I said into the quiet room.
He chuckled. "You don't have to pull his tail to get that, Babe. You know whenever you want to play all you have to do is ask."
"I know, but it's more fun to just pull your tail."
He laughed again, the movement of his chest causing my rings to catch the light. A warm feeling started building again in my chest. "You let a little of your inner animal out tonight, too." He grinned, glancing down at me with chocolate brown eyes. "Been a while since you bit me to mark me."
"I wasn't marking you," I scoffed, trying to fend off the blush. I didn't know what had come over me, but it felt right in the moment; it didn't matter that he was marked by wearing my rings. At the time he needed something extra.
"That's why you did it in a spot that no matter what it would be seen right. Made sure to bite hard enough that it'll be bruised for weeks," he growled softly nipping at my ear lobe.
His growling never failed to get my engine revving and me squirming. He chuckled. "I love you, Babe."
"I love you, too, Carlos," I said, leaning up slightly to kiss him.
Well I hope ya'll enjoyed ;)
Credit to Heather (Txbabefan) for the title and for her skills as a beta.