Fisher's Light

I take another step closer until my body is pressed up against his.

“If you’d talked to me, you would’ve known that I loved seeing those bruises on my hips. I loved knowing that you wanted me that badly and I was sad when they disappeared, especially since you wouldn’t even look at me, let alone touch me by that point.”

He closes his eyes and tilts his head back and I keep going, closing my eyes right along with him and thinking about another night when he made me feel alive and wanted.

“And that night in the alley, a few months ago. You have no idea how much I wanted you. How much I needed your hands on me and how much it turned me on that you were jealous and you wanted to mark your fucking territory. Did you hear me begging for more? Did you hear me scream your name while I was coming? You’re the only one who makes me feel that way.”

My eyes fly open in surprise when my body is suddenly whipped around. I gasp in shock when Fisher pushes his body against mine and my hips bump into the kitchen table. He slams into me and I have no choice but to bend over the table and smack my hands down on top of it. He’s right behind me, his chest pressed against my back as he breathes heavily in my ear.

“Goddammit, Lucy, what the hell are you doing to me?” he growls. His hands fly underneath my skirt and he rips my panties right off of my body.

“I ALWAYS want you so much that I can barely breathe from it. All I think about is fucking you until I forget about everything but how it feels to be inside of you.”

I hear the button of his shorts fly off and ping against the kitchen floor as he rips them open. I whimper when he flips up the skirt of my dress and I feel the heat of his groin pressing into my ass and his cock sliding through me.

“Tell me you want this,” he demands. “Tell me you fucking want me like this.”

I arch my back and push myself against him until his cock is right at my opening.

“I want this,” I pant.

“I need this. Show me how much you want me, please,” I beg.

He clutches onto my hips, pulls his body back and slams inside of me so hard that the table legs screech against the floor. He lets out a roar and I moan, clutching onto the edges of the table as he begins pounding into me.

“I’m fucking claiming you, Lucy,” he mutters as his cock ravages me from the inside out.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant with each slam of his hips against my ass.

He leans over me, sliding one of his hands between my legs and circling my clit with the tips of his fingers as he continues fucking me relentlessly.

“You are MINE and you will always be mine,” he whispers harshly against my ear.

“Don’t ever fucking hide from me again,” I tell him as I thrust my hips forward against his fingers. “I need you. I need all of you.”

His fingers circle faster and his thrusts become harder. The table rocks beneath us, and if I cared about anything else but the orgasm creeping up on me, I’d worry about the legs giving out and us crashing to the floor and waking up the entire inn. The hundred-year-old kitchen table is practically the only piece of furniture in this place that Fisher didn’t build and its stability should probably be a cause for concern.

I forget about the table as Fisher takes me, claiming me just like I wanted, my body spiraling out of control at the knowledge that he’s finally letting go and giving me all of him. His hips smack against my ass rapidly and his fingers start tapping lightly against my clit until I’m clawing at the table and moaning so loudly I’m sure breaking the table isn’t what’s going to wake everyone up.

With one incredibly hard thrust that shoves my body roughly against the table, I realize I might have jinxed us. I hear a snap, followed by a crack and then Fisher’s arms wrap around me when I start to tumble forward as two of the table legs break in half, causing the whole thing to crash to the floor in a heap of pieces.

We both stare unmoving at the mess on the floor and before I can even manage a laugh at what we’ve done, Fisher is turning my body and pushing me up against the counter, his cock never leaving my body. I slap my hands against the granite and hold on tight as he resumes fucking me like we didn’t just destroy an antique table. I forget about the mess and let go of the worry over what the hell I’m going to tell people when they ask what happened to the table and just enjoy the pleasure Fisher is giving my body with each slam of his cock inside me.

He keeps one hand on my hip as his other hand slides back between my legs to resume the sweet torture with his fingers. Each gentle tap of his fingers against my clit sends waves of pleasure through me that are so strong it makes my legs start to shake and my hips move erratically as I reach for the release that’s right within my grasp.

“Every time I’m near you, I want to fuck you until I forget everything,” Fisher growls into my ear.

His hand tightens on my hip as he helps pull my body back against his cock with each hard thrust. The upper half of his body is pressed tightly to my back and I can feel his heart pounding against me as he pants against the side of my neck.

“Your body was fucking made for me, Lucy. Say it again. Tell me you want me to take you like this.”

He stops moving and holds himself still inside of me, waiting for the words I can barely form with the pleasure coursing through me.

“Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I beg.

I barely get the words out before he’s pulling back and slamming inside me harder than before, his growls and moans and muttered curses filling the room as he gives me everything he has.