The all consuming thought of having him naked spurred my fingers to the hem of his shirt. He only paused long enough from his kisses to pull it over his head before greedily finding my mouth again. I arched into him, wanting bare skin to skin but tolerating having just my hands on him for the moment.
His skin was smooth and hot under my fingers. The ridges of old scars flowed into the strength and firmness of his muscles. Just touching him was a drug and I couldn't get enough. Neither could he.
With a growl, he turned and pressed my back into the wall by the door. With the wall to my back he had me pinned in the most delicious way. It wasn't frightening or intimidating, other than how turned on I was becoming. Every nerve wanted him to press harder, to take me in any way he wanted.
I needed him closer, so balancing on one foot, I wrapped my other around his waist, pressing my aching need into his groin. A deep rumble of lust echoed through his big chest as his hand went to my thigh and slid up under my dress.
The pads of his fingers were rough against the vulnerable flesh of my inner thigh. It made the fire burning in my core spark even higher. I pressed my dampening lacy panties against the hardening bulge in his pants, loving that he obviously wanted me as badly as I did him.
My fingers went to his pants, struggling with the buttons for a moment before loosening them. I tugged hard on his pants and underwear until they pooled at his ankles. The only thing keeping his erection from completing me was the thin lace of my panties.
Our eyes met. His pupils were huge with pure lust that had me panting and pressing against him harder. His fingers tightened on my thigh, and he rocked his hips into mine. His brows came together and he glanced toward his desk in the other room. The drawer with his condoms was so far away and he would have to let me go to get them.
I wanted him in me. Joined to me. No, not wanted. Needed. I needed him to soothe the ache between my thighs more than I needed to breathe.
“Don't stop,” I gasped, grinding into him with desperate want. I put my hand on his cheek, peering into his eyes and making sure he knew I wanted this. “I'm on the pill. Just don't stop.”
I didn't know it was possible to have my heart beat so fast at just a look. He growled, thrusting the thin lace of my panties to the side and thrusting his hard member deep into my throbbing, needful core.
He glided upward, filling me completely with one swift, powerful motion. I gasped, my mouth opening at the pleasure of his entrance and the way his eyes widened in ecstasy. He groaned softly as he began to repeatedly bury himself deeper and deeper into me. I arched into him, crying out as he completed me again and again.
His strong hands cupped my ass and he used the wall as leverage to drive into me. It was easy to lift my other leg around his waist, pumping my legs with his hips for more. He held me easily, rocking into me with powerful thrusts that rocked the axis of my entire world.
The fever pitch inside of me grew, and my thighs tightened and contracted around his waist. His teeth bit down gently on my shoulder, the sharp edge of pain shocking my system into overdrive. My core clenched, surprising me with the sudden blinding swirl of colors that filled my vision. Bastian didn't stop his carefully timed thrusts. I barely heard him groan with pleasure as my body contracted and convulsed around his.
“More...” I gasped as my body fell from the sudden high. I needed more of him. All of him. I was a drowning woman and he was air. I couldn't get enough of him.
A wordless, lustful, growl reverberated through his chest and he spun from the wall and tossed me onto the big bed. I bounced twice as he kicked his clothing away from him and stalked toward the bed.
He was all muscles and masculine power. Huge. Strong. And ready for more.
I slithered out of my panties, tossing them to the floor before reaching behind my neck to find the zipper to my dress. Bastian didn't wait for me to find the zipper, let alone let me undo it. His hands caught the back of my skirt, pulling me to him using my dress like a rope.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commanded. His voice was husky and primal with desire. I melted a little, quivering in the deep recesses of my core for more. I had the power to make his voice that rough with want, and the power to give him more.
My knees rested on the edge of the bed while my hands met in the middle. Bastian still held my skirt bunched in his hands like reigns as I wiggled my hips, inviting him back into my trembling heat. The tension in the skirt increased as he filled me to the hilt.
I cried out, falling forward and screaming with pleasure into the bed. The sensations and emotions rolling through me were primordial and animalistic, turning me on in such a primal way that I was about to explode. I loved it.
I could hear him panting behind me, his grip on my dress tightening as he took me. I clawed at the bedspread, desperate to stay on this plane of existence and not vibrate off into another without Bastian. I loved the small noises of effort and pleasure he made.
I leaned forward, needing to see his face. I wanted to watch him, to see his pleasure and not just feel it. I twisted back, seeing the flicker of controlled anger at losing my body flicker across his face.
“Lay down,” I commanded, my voice surprisingly steady.
He didn't hesitate, but he moved with languid beauty that made my breath catch. He was so beautiful. And all mine.
I put one leg on either side of him, enjoying the way his eyes ran up and down my body and the cocky grin spreading across his face. His hands went to my hips, holding the dress up so he could watch as I slowly lowered myself onto him.
Using my hips, glutes, and thighs I started to dance. Up and down, circles and gyrations, I let my body find a way to let him touch every inch of my insides. Bastian whimpered and his eyes rolled back into his head as his fingers clamped harder on my hips.
He thrust upward, unable to control his own body's reaction to the pleasure I was causing. I paused, holding myself just out of his reach. I was in control.
Bastian swore, trying to raise his hips to find me. When I didn't give him what he wanted he struggled to stay still. Every muscle in his chest was taut and drawn as he used every ounce of his willpower to remain still and thus have me continue.
I began my slow dance once he settled. I loved the tightness in his jaw and the frown of concentration as he focused on the pleasurable sensations without following through on the natural inclination to join in.
The power of another release was growing in my center again. Leaving me to my own movements, it wouldn't take me long to climax again, doing exactly what felt best for me. I sped up and Bastian's eyes flicked open, realizing what was happening.