Fighting for it, round 1

You lied to me. You told me this was going to be a casual, just stay in, "bang around the apartment" night. Now the place looks like a crime scene.... Though we did bang around the apartment alright. 

I knocked on the door, holding a bottle of Zin, wearing jeans and a Tee. You opened it holding scissors and wearing a red gartered corset, stockings and three inch heels. I began to think you might not have been forthright in describing your plans. 

You grabbed my belt and yanked me into the room, the door slamming shut behind me as pushed me hard into the wall. I forget sometimes how much working out you do, how gloriously strong you are. I dropped the wine in surprise and heard it thunk on the thick rug. 

No time to think as the hand holding my belt yanks out my shirt for the other hand to catch in the scissors. In one long slice my chest is open to you and the scissors hit the floor next to the wine. Your mouth battens down onto my exposed nipple and you suck hard, pulling blood into it so fast it aches. 

I put my hand on your shoulders and try to pull you back to kiss you and you bat my hand away, your teeth digging into my chest. I try again and you grab the hand and twist it. Your mouth pulls free and you yank my head down with your free hand. Your lips touch my ear and you hiss "you want this pussy you’re going to have to fight for it." And then you sucked my earlobe into your mouth and I could feel your growl as much as hear it. 

Fine then. 

I reached up quickly with my free hand and grabbed your hair, yanking it back hard and fast before your teeth could get into my earlobe. My mouth jams down onto yours and your instinct to return the hot kiss gives me a chance to pull free of your wrist lock. 

I reach down and grab a your hip, stepping forward, planning to pull you away and back you into the wall, but you leap up and your legs - strong, lithe and powerful - snake around me. I can feel you hot wetness across my abdomen, your nails digging into my back through the tatters of my shirt as I stagger under your unexpected gravity. I struggle to keep my feet till we hit the chair, me sprawling over you as you constrict me with legs and arms. 

I manage to anticipate one thing as I get my lips and teeth into your neck before you can do the same and I hear you laugh and moan at the suction there. Your whole midsection quivers against me in the embrace as I realize you've just cum all over my pants. 

It’s like making love to a wild animal, and I can’t get enough of you. Of this.