He lowers his hand until he's touching me between my legs. All thoughts of his jealousy are traveling away with the dust. He drags his fingers across the front of my camos, stopping when he finds my clit, pinching, agonizingly and slowly before he begins to talk again. "This is mine." He removes his fingers, scaling them tortuously up my stomach, the other hand joining in, until both of his hands start to palm my breasts and flick both of my nipples into desperation before he breathes his next words against my neck. "These are mine."
He slides his right hand up my chest, allowing his fingers to circle around my neck. "This is mine." Then he tangles his other hand in my bun, yanking out the elastic that's holding it into place. His fingers pull harshly at the knots, sending slight pain into my scalp. He yanks my hair back, causing my eyes to meet his as he towers over me. "This is mine. I'm the only one who gets to feel your fucking hair as you slide it across my skin."
His touch isn’t gentle. It’s demanding, rough, and it has my skin on fire, burning and smoldering into an ache for more.
He flips me around to face away from him just before his hard body crashes into mine, causing us both to stumble forward until we're against the wall. The cool planes of the wall do nothing to cool the flaming desire I have.
I turn my face so that it's my cheek against the concrete. My nipples slide against my shirt with each deep breath I take. His hand glides down my body again until he's filled his palm with my ass. "This will be mine soon. I can fucking promise you that." His hard cock grinding into the crevice of my ass leaves my mind fraying like a nylon rope, my * pulsing, and images I’ve never even thought of before scattering across my fog-induced brain.
He's consumed me. I came in here with the plan to never let him touch me again, and in literally ten seconds, he has me begging inside. I want him to devour me, and I want to fucking devour him.
Our deep, desperate breaths match up as he moves his face next to mine. He pulls my lips toward his and turns me around to face him just before our lips have the chance to touch. He takes a step back.
I plaster my back against the wall, palms at my sides, and welcome the scrape across my skin as I move. Right now, I'm thankful for this wall. I'm not really sure if I would be standing without it. Oh, I’m shaking alright, quivering even. I feel my knees knocking, my heart is pounding and skipping around in my chest.
He's watching me; I can feel his eyes move over my body, while I can't seem to move mine from watching his chest sink with each exhale. Fuck me, he’s just as affected as I am. He’s driving me crazy inside as I lose the battle of standing strong against his advances. I know how good he feels, and my body won’t allow me to even consider denying myself the pleasure he can bring.
"Take off your shirt." I move with confidence at his demand. "Bra too." I expose myself bare to him. His penetrating gaze shifts from my face to my neck, then locks onto my heaving chest. My nipples seem to beg for his command as they harden to an excruciating need of pain. I wait for him to say something. Touch something. Fucking do some...thing. Any damn thing.
I begin to fight myself internally, the need to be touched or touch myself driving me out of my ever-loving mind. I refrain from taking the step to show him I’m weak at the moment. I'm stronger than this shit. I don't need a man. I don't fucking wait for a man. And I sure as fuck don't beg for a man.... that is until him, but he doesn't need to know that.
He steps toward me once again, grinding his cock into me, sliding me up the wall as he does. His beard is soft against my neck as he trails his tongue down toward my chest. My once heated skin chills everywhere with his touch.
"What is your pretty little head thinking? Are you craving this?" He rolls his hips forward, grinding his bulge against me, sending my eyes closed and a frantic internal plea for him to do it again. He does, and I run my fingers through his hair and moan against his ear when he reaches between us to tug at my belt.
My pants slide down, and I kick my boots off to free my legs entirely. If that doesn’t answer his question, then I don’t know what the hell will. He grabs his own belt, tugs it loose, and I watch his sturdy fingers make a hasty effort to lose his pants. Son of a bitch, not only do I have one hell of a Commander to look at, I’ve also been hit with a man who wants to fuck me again.
He steps back again to watch me. Standing here completely naked is new to me. I've never treated sex any differently than fulfilling a need, then moving on. His stare is intense, touching parts of me that have never been touched. Inside shit that I'm not sure I like being affected... and it's starting to make me nervous, which is a new emotion for me. I’m confident in every damn thing I do, so why is it so different with him? He’s not any better than I am.
"Why are you watching me like that?" I ask angrily.
"Because I can."
"What if I don't like it?" I snap. Why is he taking so long to move to me? Has he changed his mind now that I’m ass naked in front of him?