Eva
I was flopped out on my couch, buried beneath a fleece blanket and listening to George Bailey wish the entire town of Bedford Falls a Merry Christmas on television when I heard pounding on my front door. I shot off the couch, turned off It’s a Wonderful Life, and crept to the door.
“Eva! It’s Jamie. Open up!” He continued to pound on my door. Something was wrong.
I opened the door only to be met with a sudden gust of cold air that penetrated my thin cotton boy shorts and fitted t-shirt and a man who looked desperate and scared. “Jamie, what is it? What’s the matter? Did something happen to my mother? David? Nathan? Is Liz okay?”
“Is he here?” he asked, stepping into my foyer and looking over my shoulder.
I closed the door behind him as I tried to make sense of what he just asked me. “Jamie, is who here?”
He violently raked his fingers through his hair. His hands were trembling as he spit out the word, “Justin.”
“No, he just walked me home and left.”
“Then you didn’t . . . you two didn’t . . .” His whole body was shaking, his breathing labored as if he had just finished a marathon.
The heat in his eyes mingled with pain and fear, and before I could stop myself I took his beautiful face in my hands and said, “He didn’t touch me, Jamie. He has never touched me.”
His lips crashed down on mine. His tongue tore into my throat and he fisted my hair until my scalp felt a thousand pin pricks. But I didn’t care. I wanted the pain. I wanted him to fall apart. I wanted him broken so I could rebuild and worship him. “I can’t stay away from you anymore,” he whispered between breathless pants. “I can’t give you up.”
I fell even more in love with him. I needed to feel his skin against mine. His kisses went from wild to frantic until we were both clawing at each other’s clothes. I was naked and in his arms before I could even get his belt all the way undone. “I want you, Jamie. I need you inside me.” He scooped me up and started to ascend my steps. “Bedroom . . . on . . . left,” I barely managed to get out. Every slide of his tongue was delicious and dark. It made me drunk with need and I writhed in his strong, protective arms. “Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“Never,” he said, kissing me, devouring me. “Never again.” He found my bedroom and placed me on the bed. Kneeling, I went right for his pants while he tore off his shirt. I hadn’t noticed that he had toed off his shoes somewhere along the way until I had his pants undone and was yanking those and his boxer briefs down. He stepped out of those and ripped off his socks. With his chest heaving and every inch of him exposed to me, I launched myself at his cock. I took him into my hands and stroked his length, only to be met with a strained hiss. “Fuck, Eva. I’m not going to last if you continue to do that,” he groaned, staring down at me.
“I don’t want slow and tender this time, Jamie. I want hard and fast. I want you to take me, fuck me, fill me. I want you to use me like I belong to you.”
Some inhuman sound, something between a growl and a tortured moan escaped from his lips, and I was immediately on my back. He pushed my legs open with his knees and encased my head with his forearms. His weight bore down on me but he didn’t suffocate me. Rather, it made me feel claimed and wanted. “You are already mine,” he said. He reached between us and palmed my cleft. “This belongs to me,” he said, pressing the heel of his hand against my aching clit. I fucking saw stars and shamelessly ground against him. Two fingers dipped inside me and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. “And so does this,” he said, pulling his fingers out and then thrusting back in.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed.
“So fucking wet. So ready for me.”
I needed more. I wanted it brutal and beautiful. I wanted to be stretched and punished for wanting him, my temptation, so much. I wanted him to shatter me. And then his fingers were gone. “Please, Jamie. I need you.” His cock nudged my entrance, triggering me to angle my hips to receive him.
The heat in his eyes raged on but they softened a bit when our gazes locked. His hips swayed gently, slowly, and I felt him enter me. “I want to watch you take me, I want to see your eyes as I claim what has been mine since the moment we met.” His jaw clenched as he buried himself inside me, one inch at a time. It was agony. It was a torture that I never wanted to end. I opened my legs wider to accommodate his massive length as he slid deeper and deeper into me. Pleasure trumped pain as I stretched and coated his cock with my slick heat. He rested his forehead on mine but his eyes never wavered from my gaze. I didn’t know that he had been holding his breath until I felt his entire body exhale. And that was how I knew. He was completely inside me, filling me, claiming every inch of me. “Mine,” he growled, his voice gruff and possessive.
That voice.
It bellowed and buried me. It made me want things that I thought I shouldn’t want. It made me trail my fingers along his back until I was digging my nails into his ass. “Give me everything,” I said. It was both a plea and a command.
His cock brushed against my inner walls as he pulled out until only the tip remained inside. “You are my everything, Eva.” With a thrust of his hips he slammed into me, taking me, fucking me, driving so deep, to that place where pain and pleasure coexisted. He pounded into me over and over again, setting a relentless pace, one that was sending me closer to the edge with each thrust. “You were made for me, for me alone.”
“Yours, Jamie. Only yours.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, silently begging him to ride me, to take everything I had and more.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice reverent.
Three brutal thrusts later and I was there clinging to the edge, wanting so much to let go and fall and fall and fall. “I can’t hold on,” I screamed, clawing him, marking him.
“I’m with you, baby. Let go. Fall with me,” he said, filling me as he rocked faster and faster. I couldn’t tease out my groans from his and then I felt him spill inside me, his warmth splashing against my quivering walls and coating me with every drop of his release. My pussy gripped his cock, and I hurtled over the edge into some utopia that I never wanted to come back from. I rode out every wave, each one more shattering than the last. It was the sound of his heart thundering against mine that brought me back from utter bliss but my body still quaked beneath his, even when he leaned in and kissed me like I was his most cherished possession.