Caught Offguard

I wanted her. There was no doubt about it in my mind. I had been thinking about it, dreaming about it, for a long time now. And I was sick of waiting. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.

We were sitting on the couch together, just watching television. I flicked open my cell phone and swiftly typed in a message. I stood up, untangling my arm from hers, and at her questioning glance, wondering where I was going, I just smiled. As I walked down the hall, I pressed ‘send’ and gently opened the door of the bedroom—her bedroom—and slipped inside.

Faintly I could hear the light musical chime of her cell phone receiving my message. I had simply put “Meet me in your room.” When I didn’t hear her immediate footsteps, I flicked open my phone and added “Now.” Sending that to her electronically as well. In a moment, I heard her coming down the hall, and then the light noise of the door
opening. As soon as she entered the room, I pushed her up against the door (closing it in the process) and kissed her, my teeth nipping at her bottom lip, while my hand tangled in her long hair and pulled her closer.

She fought with me—she always did—for dominance of the kiss, her tongue thrusting up against mine, demanding entrance. I loved the rough feeling of her mouth against mine, the almost bruising of my tender lips. I was more aroused by her breasts pushing up against my own, and I reached with my other hand to the back clasp of her bra, undoing it with ease with a flick of the fingers. She pulled back when she felt this, and looked at me for a moment with her half-lidded brown eyes, but I just bent and nipped the side of her neck lightly, while drawing my long nails down her spine to feel the delicious shiver she produced.

Now was not the time for talking. Now was the time to have her as aroused and wanting as I was at this second. She gasped a little at my contact with her neck, and if possible, the sound made me even hotter. I pressed up against her more, thrusting my hips into hers, and wedging my knee up between her thighs. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“I want you,” my breath feathered over her earlobe, and I relished in the jerk of her own hips upwards. “Right now.”

I reached for the hem of her shirt, and yanked it upwards, not waiting to hear any protest she might have. She obeyed me, lifting her arms as I removed the garment and tossed it on the floor. Flesh exposed, I bent down to drag my teeth across her sensitive collarbone. Her hand went to my shoulder, and I was unsure whether she was encouraging me or trying to stop me. I didn’t care. I would have her tonight, and if she dared resist me, she would pay the price. I pulled down the straps of her bra, discarding that as well, tossing it next to her shirt.

“Beautiful,” I whispered into the hollow of her neck, while I brought one of my hands down to drag my nail across her nipple lightly. She arched against me, and I brought my knee up to rub at her crotch, wishing I could feel her wetness through the layers of fabric. I could wait… for now. I leaned my head down, and captured her stiff nipple in-between my teeth, sucking gently, and hearing her faint whisper of “That’s not fair.”

It didn’t matter, life wasn’t fair, and I had to get her off balance like this or I knew she would attempt to dominate me. That wouldn’t be allowed. Not tonight. No, tonight I would have her pliant, ready and moaning my name. And I was going to force her up to the sheer pinnacle of exctacy and then back again, delaying her until finally she couldn’t take it any more. I would have her scream my name tonight.

I felt her fingers reach for the hem of my shirt, but I brushed the digits away, and pushed her up harder against the door, making sure she understood. I was the dom tonight. She growled low in her throat at me, but I nipped harder at her nipple, then laving the sting with my tongue. She gasped, and with my other hand, I reached for her belt.

“wait,” she breathed, trying to back away. “I—”She started. I stopped my ministration at her breast, and nibbled my way up her chest back to her lips, where I kissed her hard again. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, while my other hand cinched her belt and then undid it.

My knee moved up against her, while I mimicked the thrusting with out kiss. Her hand cradled the back of my neck. That was fine. I would allow her to touch me there. My hand was busy undoing her pants. And when her hand came down to attempt to stop me, I grabbed her wrist and slammed her hand above her head and against the door. She tried to pull away, but I pressed up against her, sliding against her body.

I was trembling, I wanted her so badly, I wanted to feel her against my hand. But she was going to be difficult, I knew. I loved the challenge of it, to have her moaning, and wanting while I controlled her every desire. I managed to undo the button to her jeans and then the fly, slipping my hand to run against the top hem of her panties. I pulled back from the kiss, leaving her gasping for breath so I could drag my nails along the inside of her hip bone. I then slowly slipped down her body regretting that I had to release her captured hand, all the while kissing and nibbling as I went , stopping at her left breast to lick her nipple. She pressed herself against the door, and I blew gently at the wetness I had created, instantly hardening her nipples with the cool sensation. I knelt down in front of her, and looked up briefly into her liquid brown eyes. She shook her head, and opened her mouth to say something, when I grabbed the waist of her jeans and tugged them down. She frantically reached with her hand to retrieve them, but I leaned forward to drag my teeth against her hip bone, and her hand had to be used instead to steady herself against my shoulder rather than push me away.

She moaned, and I grinned into her soft skin, sucking gently at her hipbone, sure to leave a mark. My mark on her body. She was mine, and I wanted—no, I needed—her to know that. I then ran my hands against her underwear again, cupping her. My blood roared as I felt her wetness through the garment. I felt her thighs twitch, and I laughed lightly, my breath whispering against her stomach. Swiftly, since her pants were around her ankles now… where they belonged… I stood up, and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the door once more.

“Stop it,” she breathed in my ear, a twinge of anger in her voice. She wasn’t used to this, me being dominant.

Too. Damn. Bad.

I nipped at her neck, titling her chin to the side so I would have better access to her soft skin. I then reached my hand down her stomach, my nails leaving a trail of light pressure as they went. She whimpered; god I loved that noise, and I felt my own wetness against my leg. I slipped my fingers down, and into her underwear, feeling her stomach clench at the contact. I almost lost my composure at the feeling of her wetness against my fingers. I wanted to make her ache with it. I pushed my hand down more, dragging my nails across her soft skin, and then slipping a finger through the moist folds of her being.

She moaned then, tilting her head back as she did so. I kissed her neck and bit her collar bone, my free hand rubbing her nipples, while the other occupied her thoughts. “Not fair,” she repeated, her voice high and breathy.

I laughed, and delved my hand down farther, feeling her wetness, then slowly pushing two fingers up and into her body. Her breath hitched in her throat and she bit my shoulder a second afterwards. I almost moaned with her when I felt the wet inner muscles of her body clench around my fingers. I thrust in and out of her, as deeply as I could, wanting to feel every inch of me inside her that I could. Her hips began to thrust in time with me, and my other hand reached behind her head to bring her forward for a deep kiss. She gasped into my mouth, and I nipped at her tongue, all the while, never giving up my rhythm against her. I stroked her deeply, hearing the light, wet noises that her body made as it mingled with her ragged breathing.

I broke the kiss, biting her lip as I moved back, and then bent my head to lave her nipple with my tongue. She whimpered, and I pushed up inside her harder, wanting to feel her come against my fingers. Faster and faster I delved inside of her, feeling her tremble as my slicked fingers made her legs shake and her breath come in pants.

“Tell me,” I demanded, my breathing almost as ragged as hers as I kissed my way back up to her neck. “Tell me how much you want me.”

She shook her head, but arched her hips as my fingers stilled. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“At the very least,” I told her, pulling my fingers all the way out then sliding them back in, so painfully slowly. “You are going to have to say please…”