His mouth on my mouth, his lips on my lips. “Mine,” he gasps. His free hand is in my hair, holding me fast. “Mine, now. Mine.” Suddenly he yanks me back, hard, and I feel his teeth wrap around my exposed throat. Biting. He moves down, down all along my neck, covering me with bites, seizing my skin, and pulling on it as if he could suck my soul from out of my flesh.
“Mine.”
Driving into me, violently; the futon is soaked with the juices of my desire, the sweat pouring from me as I strain to avoid crying out in ecstasy, avoid wrapping my legs around him to move things to my own pace. Too much –
He bends down and murmurs into my ear, “I am going to kiss you again. When you need to scream, scream into my mouth. Give your scream to me.”
His voice is shaking.
It doesn’t take me long; wi
