I let myself into Vanessa’s condo about an hour after our last text message. We’re used to this routine. She knows to leave the door open for me once the doorman calls her to announce that I’m on my way up.

She greets me in her usual way, wearing light pink barely there lingerie that she knows I like.

“How was your weekend?” She asks, her hands already working to undo the buttons down the front of my shirt.

“Better now.” I’ve been craving her since the last time we got together. I want to fuck her, to take that body hard. And that mouth.

“Oh? Tell me more.”

She quirks an eyebrow as she waits for my answer. The thing is, I’m not here to talk tonight. My hand buries into her hair, and I close the distance between our faces until our lips are just inches apart.

“Bedroom. Now.”

“But—”

Cupping her face in my palm, I graze the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “I can think of a few things to keep that beautiful mouth of yours busy. None of them includes talking.”

Shock flashes across her face but is quickly replaced by a playful smile and eyes filled with seduction. She’s always responded to this side of me. The side that takes charge, gets a little rough, and demands what I want, which also happens to be exactly what she likes. Her body molds to mine as I press a hard, heated kiss against her mouth.

I pull from the kiss long enough to gaze down into her eyes and lift her up off the floor. My cock stiffens as her hands grip my shoulders and her legs wrap around my body, pressing her heat to my lower stomach. With our eyes still locked, I stalk through her living room and across the hallway to her master bedroom. Once inside, I lower her across the bed, I support my weight above her and lace my hands into her hair again to resume our kiss. The dueling of our tongues and crashing of teeth show the urgency of what we need from each other, and when her legs tighten around my hips to try and pull me closer, I smirk against her lips.

“Greedy girl,” I groan and don’t budge an inch toward her.

“Liam,” she hums her plea for more, arching her back to lift her perfectly perky breasts up toward me.

Dragging my lips from hers to kiss and nip her skin, I trail down her neck until my face buries between her cleavage. Vanessa’s hands run along my shoulders to the base of my neck, and she digs her fingers into my scalp at my hairline, panting my name and I’ve barely touched her. Her spicy citrus perfume wafts into my nostrils, taking my need up a notch and reminding me that it’s been too long since our last time.

My hands drift over, shoving the lace covering her breasts to the side so I can capture her flesh, and the only thing on my mind as my mouth covers the nipple is that her breasts fit in my hands the same way everything about her fits me.

Just right.

Perfect.

It’s no wonder we’ve been fucking each other senseless for years.

I’m just surprised that all these years later, taking her body feels like the first time.

Every. Fucking. Time.

Pulling the bud of her pert nipple into my mouth, I suck, taste and bite while her body writhes beneath me, begging me for more without words but just as loudly, causing my cock to twitch against the zipper of my dress slacks. Vanessa’s so attuned to my body that she reaches an arm down between us and cups her palm over my cock head.

Fuck, I’m so in the moment that my hips roll, grinding into her hand. She finds a way to wedge her other hand between us and gets to work on unzipping my jeans. Normally by now, I’d have her hands pinned above her head to stop her. She knows I take charge of every step when we fuck. But I’ve missed her touch so much that I let it slide this one time. She helps my dick spring free from the confined space inside my boxers, sliding her tiny hand along the thick, firm length. A few pumps of my shaft from the base to the tip and pretty soon her thumb runs over the head and spreads the few drops of precum around. My body is still well above hers, supporting myself on my knees and one hand. Vanessa grips the base and tilts my cock down toward her as she raises her hips up, making full use of my above-average length to position the tip at her slick opening.

She’s primed, and I’m beyond ready.

Running a hand down the side of her body, I grasp her knee and press it to the bed to spread her wide. With one smooth movement, I slip my hand up her outer leg to her ass, grab it firmly, and drive into her hot, wet cunt so hard that she cries my name with the same breath of air that she forces from her lungs.

Fuck. It feels like home, being balls deep inside of her, her tight cunt clamped around me, warm and slick as we both take a moment of reverence and appreciate the sensation without an inch of movement.

Until she whispers, “Don’t stop.”

That’s all the invitation I need, but the urge to fuck her rough and hard is so overpowering, I need her to beg a little. I need her juices coating my cock, and her hips grinding as her body grovels for every inch I’ll piston in and out of her without mercy.

I release her nipple from my mouth with an audible pop and move my head up to hers. “Don’t stop what?” The raspy groan of my question reverberates through the air between my lips and her ear, causing her to shiver.

“Don’t stop, please Liam.”

“How bad do you want this?”

She grips a handful of the back of my shirt, hoping to free her hips so at least one of us can move. But I’ve wedged her into the bed. She’ll only move when I’m good and ready. And fuck, I’m hanging on by a thread for control, but I need her permission just as much as I crave control over her.

“So bad, baby. Please. I need y—”

She doesn’t get the last word out. A sharp roll of my hips gets my cockhead almost out of her opening again, and that’s when I thrust into her hard another time.

And another.

And again, drilling into her core from root to tip.

Vanessa’s panting and whimpering, her face flushed with color and awash with that dizzying, addictive mix of pleasure and pain that I love seeing.

“I can stop whenever you want me to,” I taunt her.

“No,” she half-whimpers. “Please. Don’t, don’t stop.”

I lift her ass up from the bed toward me, stroke for stroke, adjusting the angle as I fuck her hard and deliver what I know are rough impacts to her G-spot. Every. Single. Time.

“Tell me you’re mine. You belong to me.”

Her eyes snap open, and she gives me a strange look. An eyebrow raises. “I belong to no one.”

She does. She has, for a while. I wonder how long she’ll go on denying it. When her inner walls begin to shudder, and her thighs start to shake, I know she’ll cum any second. I lower my lips to the spot on her neck that drives her wild and speed up my thrusts, sucking her skin at the same pace that I’m fucking her. It’s sure to leave a mark, but neither of us cares about that right now. Not when we’re both so fucking close to exploding.

“Come for me now,” I command, burying into her harder, faster, deeper each time until her entire body shakes through her climax, and drives me over the edge moments later. Without letting go of her ass cheeks, I pump every ounce of release deep inside of her, mixing our juices together, connecting us in a way that nothing else can.

Mine.

She’s mine.

I fucking hope Vanessa knows that.