Before Him

Uninvited Guest

"I can't believe I'm doing this." I did my best to stop my voice from shaking."Sure you can," his voice was a low growl in my ear, an intoxicating ripple of awareness of exactly how close he was. What's more, is the awareness that I can't stop myself, I don't think I could survive the self-confession that I really didn't want to either. It felt too good, it felt incredible actually, like his body was made for mine, a perfect copy, it felt so right, so, perfect, actually. "It's not like you haven't been imagining this." I shuddered as he thrust into me again, "imagining the way that I would feel, buried deep inside you, imagined the way how much you would enjoy it." Cocky. arrogant, selfish. Damn him, especially since he was right."I hate you," I whispered through clenched teeth, doing my best to hold onto that, I needed it, I couldn't let go.I felt his lips pull into a smile, that shit-eating grin that he knew so much more of me than I even wanted to admit to myself, so much more than I could ever let myself realize, because doing so, letting myself open up completely, would kill me. "I know," his voice was the raw edge of sensuality, the feral skirtings around the outside that positively terrified me. "But you love how this feels, you love me satisfying you in ways that you could have never thought of," I hated the way that my body was reacting to his, the way that I was growing wetter and wetter, my hips thrusting back and meeting his each time, "You love the way I make you feel, and I love you." And that, that scared me even more."You know I don't want to hear that," I pushed him away, but his low growl and massive size simply held me in place, his fingers wrapping around my throat, the way he looked at me tightening its way around my heart. The passionate longing, the haunting need to be appreciated, to hold value, and also, there was the low glow of love, of adoration. I had no idea what he saw in me, my whole life I had been nothing but a wallflower, bypassed for others that were more beautiful, that had the honeyed words to seduce. I had never gotten that. I had experienced pain and disappointment. Yet, here, now, with the overwhelming nature of a hurricane, with the power of a storm, was him. He loved me and gave to me in a way that was positively overwhelming, and I hated that I enjoyed it, I hated that I had to push him away, that I had to force wall myself off because I wanted to make him happy. I shoved those thoughts from my mind, determined to focus on here, now, him.Every powerful thrust made my breasts bounce with aching heaviness, every time his cock speared me open made my whole body shudder with compulsive need. More, I needed more, I hated that I needed more. My fingernails dug into his skin, my legs wrapping themselves tighter around his waists, trying to pull him against me more, and that smile of his was positively wicked, "Beg me." Never. I thrust down harder, feeling almost overwhelmed and driving me to near to near sensual overload. The warmth of his body pressed to mine, the heat of the hot water, the cool tile, his soft kisses over my skin, the sharp nip of teeth. I felt nearly drunk from it, it was all so much, and yet still not enough. I cried out in frustration, thrusting harder down on him, feeling his hand curl in my hair, pulling me to one side, even though his hand was still possessively around my throat, not tight, just enough to make sure I didn't forget it was there. "Beg me." Damn him.I held out for as long as I could, but when I reached down to rub myself I had found the hand from my throat pinning my wrists to the wall in a firm grip and again, that taunting, arrogant voice in my ear, telling me to beg. It began to hurt, the pleasure coalescing but with nowhere to go, a hunger, without an outlet. It was infuriating. My whole body screaming for more, for him, only for him. "I hate you, so much.""Beg me."I finally snapped. "Please." I whimpered, releasing myself to him, doing the unbidden and opening myself up to him, trusting him. He exploded with movement, his hands moving and slamming against the tile, crushing me between him and the wall. He looked positively feral now, eyes glistening the molten silver that both turned me on and positively terrified me, there was no sight of my philosopher. My teeth tightened on my lips, positively ruining them as he slammed into me, thrust after thrust driving into me with raw power and ferocity, the thrusts turning from hard and slow, controlled power to raw desperation, to erratic instinct. I hated that I liked it so much, that this, this need, for me, was both powerful, and frightening. "Oh yes," I took up that chant, the sacred prayer of the needy, "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," my legs tightened around his hips, my own bruising beneath the onslaught. "Please, oh gosh, oh yes, make me cum!" I screamed as I came apart around him, feeling the wave of pleasure topple over me, surround me, overwhelm me.Still he thrust into me, still, he took me, making sure I was completely sated, making sure I was completely satisfied. Honestly, if it wasn't for him holding me up, I doubted I would be able to stand on my own. Even so, he thrust into me, hard and deep. My fingers shook as I lifted them up to stroke his cheek, to watch his eyes, to swallow him in completely, allowing myself this moment, this tiny window, when he would never really remember it, to open myself to him, and show him but a heartbeat of what I didn't want to admit to myself, those budding feelings, that could, if I would ever let them, turn into love, but I wouldn't I just, couldn't. "Cum for me," I kept my voice soft, soothing, my fingers gentle as they smoothed over his jaw, my body aching with each thrust he drove into my wet, quivering body."Where?" His voice sounded strangled, an inhuman sound that took some creative thinking with a muddled brain to realize what he had asked within the snarl of his breathing."Inside me." His eyes flashed, and only later, much later, would I come to realize that that was the only time he had had someone tell him to cum inside them. "Cum inside me, his breathing was more ragged, turning more and more feral, desperate, I could feel the muscles twitching beneath the skin, he was close, I could feel it. "Cum for me, you are so beautiful when you cum." He howled as he released. His entire body shuddering in the onslaught of sensations and my own climax ricochetted through me as a byproduct, my scream joined his, a cry to the heavens above in our eulogy of pleasure, our hymn of need. He had me pinned against the wall, breathing hard, his entire body shuddering with the mini orgasms that made him twitch and growl like the beast he had been. I resolved my will, building myself back up, though it was slow going, especially after he had just shattered my entire psyche with that last orgasm. "I love you." The words were soft, hauntingly beautiful in the raspy ragged voice, the throat likely sore and aching as my philosopher came back to himself."Honey!" I froze at the voice, my entire body going rigid, and feeling his own cover mine with his own to keep me warm. "Are you home?""Yeah, I'm just having a quick shower." My voice waved a little bit, especially when he was kissing up the side of my neck."Is your friend at the airport?" It took so much to not draw back into myself as the voice came closer to the door, I looked down at said, individual, as he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked on it gently, my nerves crackling to life."I think so," I swatted at him trying to get him to stop, trying to keep my voice level, even as he thrust against me gently. He was still hard! "Do you mind," I glared at the unrepentant smiling features, the words intended at both of them, "picking him up, I just got in?""Sure, I can do that."I took a long deep breath that caught as he leaned in and nibbled my ear the voice a low murmur so he wasn't overheard. "Told you we should have waited until later to go at it again, but no, someone needed a shower, and heaven forbid I could tolerate the idea of you having a shower and me not joining. Now, look where we are."I shoved at him. "You're crazy.""Absolutely, never claimed otherwise." He bit my neck again and I fought back a moan, trying hard to listen to the movement outside, I had yet to hear the front door. "Think we have time for another quickie?" Yeah, because nothing with him was ever quick, he would make sure I was well satisfied long before he would do anything for himself. Selfless jerk. Besides, I would say I doubted we had enough hot water left but I knew that wouldn't stop him anyway. I looked back to the door, hearing the footsteps walk by the door down the hall. I froze, seeing the phone on the counter light up, I hoped to god that he had remembered to put his phone on silent as there, glowing, was my husband's name.