Anger's Lover

I sighed as your hands moved across my skin. You had the lightest touch, despite being so angry. I didn't ask what had happened this time, all I did was climb into your lap and kiss your neck, a sweet spot you loved to have teased. I bit your skin lightly then licked where the little pink mark was. You shuddered softly, your hands making their way into the back of my pants. Your hands massaged my ass gently, kneading the supple skin and making my hips move forward, putting pressure on your cock through your pants. My hands were rubbing your neck and slowly headed higher on your head, running through your thick, black hair. Your stubble brushed roughly against my neck as your returned the affectionate play. I gasped slightly and heard your low chuckle. I always have loved your laugh, especially during foreplay and sex when you effortlessly sent shivers down my spine.

My short, brown hair was suddenly being tugged on and my head rolled back just enough for you to nip at my throat. I gave you soft laughter and you bit harder. Your teeth left a red mark, I was sure about that. In response and revenge for that move I pushed my pussy onto your covered cock again. I couldn't believe how quickly you had me on my back, ripping your boxers off of my legs. My hands went above my head as I tried to grab at the pillows. You moved, again quite quickly, to be above me with one hand on my wrists, locking them together. The other hand was playing with the neckline of my tank top. I knew you wouldn't stop there, and I was right. Your fingers trailed down my chest and started playing with my nipples through my shirt. Somewhere I knew that the more I struggled the less likely I was to actually be freed. Maybe that's why I began to thrash beneath you. You chuckled darkly and picked up the hand that was on my breast, wagging your finger at me and laughing all the more. You had control of me, I knew it and so did you.

Your kiss was intoxicating, the way your tongue would push against mine combined with the taste the cigarettes left in your mouth always made me want more. When you pulled away I tried to follow, but you went up to high and my hands were still pinned, my hands starting to fall asleep. I don't know if you could tell or not but you let go. Immediately my hands went to the front of your shirt, I love you in dress shirts. The buttons were almost ripped off as I frantically tried to pull them out of their holes. You laughed and pushed my hands away. I tried to reach back up but you swatted at me and raised one brow, daring me to try again. Your hands were slower than mine and I pouted, making small whimpering noises, but my hands remained still.

You laughed softly, smiling at me as you took off your shirt. My hands slid down my stomach and to the fly of your jeans. I ran my nails across the bulge in the denim, earning a soft gasp. I sat up and undid the button, looking up to you as I unzipped your pants and reached in. My lips placed soft, teasing kisses all over your stomach and chest. You hummed softly as I pulled your dick out, softly beginning to stroke and squeeze. I bent down and licked the head of your dick softly as I could. I guess you weren't having any of that nonsense because you pushed me back down and stood, removing your pants and boxers. I took off my shirt and watched as you stared at my body. I sat up on my elbows as you climbed back in between my legs. I asked you if you wanted a blowjob and you smothered my body with your own, kissing me feverishly. That was a no.

One hand made its way down my side and between our bodies. I've always loved the way you play with my pussy. Your thumb rubbed my clit in light little circles. It drove me crazy as it always has. I broke the kiss and my head rolled to the side as I panted and moaned for more. You took the opportunity to bite my neck hard. I screamed and my head whipped to the other side. I gave you a look of confusion and you just smiled, chuckling and kissing me again. I knew you were angry, and I'd had sex with you angry before, but when you entered me it was rough. Rough and wonderful at the same time. My back arched and I cried out, yelling your name as your cock stretched me. We'd never had sex like that before, so rough. I liked it more than when you were gentle. You kept rubbing my clit while you fucked me. I didn't put my head to the side again instead, when your head moved, I nipped lightly at your throat. You laughed and moaned, rubbing my clit harder and harder until I finally screamed your name and the top half of my body wanted to come up off of the mattress. It couldn't though, you were still there inside me, pinning me down. I lay beneath you, my body shaking as you kept going. When you finally came you didn't pull out, you stayed inside me and collapsed on top of me, kissing all over my jaw and neck, licking the spot on my neck where you'd bitten me. I ran my fingers through you hair and listened as you fell asleep.