Ever Enough

“Stop this.” He spoke loudly over the rain.

I was blinking rapidly while I looked up at him. The rain was pelting my cheeks and it stung. I welcomed the sensation.

“Stop what? Stop moving forward?”

“No! Stop pushing me away. Packing up your things isn’t going to make me go away. I’m here Em.” He released one of my arms and placed his large hand on my chest over my heart.

Now I was pissed. Using my full body weight I shoved against him. He barely moved. I started to grumble under my breath about damn men being too big and being stronger than me. He didn’t find it amusing, he just followed behind me.

“You’re not leaving Em.”

I swung myself around pi

“You don’t have a say in what I do Finley Morgan so back the fuck off!” I yelled.

“The hell I don’t! I told you, you are mine. Every single part of you. There is no walking away from us. And there is an ‘us’!” He yelled back.

“You’re delusional!”

He barked out a short bitter laugh. “No Tiny Girl, you’re just not seeing what’s in front of you.”

Just as I was about to say something back he lunged forward, grasping the sides of my face and bringing his mouth down on mine in a crushing kiss that took my breath away. There was no polite preamble to this kiss; it was all lips and tongues. He pushed his tongue deep in my mouth and I sucked it before I pulled back and bit down on his lip. He growled at me. The cold rain was pouring down on us but it felt good on my overheated skin. Without me realizing, Fi

“Inside, now!” I said against his mouth.

The last thing I needed was the neighborhood to see what we were doing. He pulled me away from the wall and walked with me still wrapped around him. We continued to kiss as he made his way to the door. Fumbling with the handle, he got it open and walked us inside, using his foot to kick it shut behind us. My back found another wall and Fi

Separating our lips momentarily, I reached down and lifted my shirt up over my head. He looked down at me and watched me with hooded eyes as I slid my bra straps down my shoulders and off of my arms. Using his hips he held me up so he could unclasp my bra and throw it off to the side.

“You are so beautiful.” He softly spoke.

“Stop talking Fi

His eyes flared, catching on to what I had just told him. Fi

“Oh shit.” He leaned forward, putting a hand up on the wall to support himself.

I was playing dirty and I knew it. Not caring at all, I stroked his cock; working it all the way to the tip and then motioning back down again. He rested his forehead on mine and I looked up through my lashes into his dark blue eyes. His pupils were dilated and hungry. He wanted me and I knew I had him. The atmosphere was filled with sexual tension; one of the only things I was willing to feel right then. My body had been amped up on Fi

Licking my lips, I let go of his erection and walked around him making my way to the bedroom.

“Where are you going?” He asked, sounding upset that I’d stopped what I was doing.

“Going to the bedroom. Come join me Fi

“Wait. Em, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. We have a lot to talk…” His words were cut short when I continued my track down the hall but peeled off my jeans and underwear.

“Not now Fi

As I got to the bedroom he caught me and pressed himself against my back. Ru

“Hmmm…” I shivered as his hands moved up my side and came around to cup my breasts. “I don’t want to fight at all. I just want you inside me. Now!”

He made a deep rumbling sound in his chest, spun me around and walked me towards the bed. When my legs hit the edge of it, I sat down and grabbed Fi

“Em you’ve got to stop or I’m going to come.” His breathing was sharp.

I let his cock go—my lips making a popping sound as I did—and gave him another sly grin.

“You’re enjoying yourself too much.” He smirked. “Scoot back on the bed.”

More than happy to oblige, I pushed myself back until I was up at the head board. Fi

“There’s no such thing as enjoying this too much.” I said as I reached up and ran my tongue over the stubble on his neck and chin. He was smiling.

He gently settled between my legs, placing himself right at my opening.

“God, you’re soaking wet already and I haven’t even touched you.”

“Then fucking touch me Fi

“Em, listen to me.”

I was trying to squirm to get friction-any kind of friction-but he wouldn’t let me move.

“Emilyn.” He was gri

“Emilyn.” He said again. “Are you listening to me.”

“If you’re talking to me Fi

He shook his head, his hair falling in his face. “You’re getting nothing until you look at me and listen.”

I was going to cry. My need was so strong and I could feel how wet I was. My clit was swollen and I knew I would more than likely come the moment he touched it.

“What?” I whimpered. “Why are you torturing me.”

He chuckled. “Why do you always think I’m torturing you?” His face turned serious. “I have to ask you if you are sure about this. I know it’s been a long time since you were with someone and I don’t want to hurt you.”

That’s why he was stopping? Oh for god sake I would put my own hand down there if he didn’t get this moving.

“You are torturing me by not giving me what I want. I want this, now!” I was a ball of pent up hormones.