Free Loving Me, Trusting You by C. M. Stunich Page A

do, she'll start to protest, I know she will. I can't let her find a reason to quit because out of principle, she will. That's Mireya Sawyer for ya.
    I use my body to maneuver us to the side, pushing her back until her knees hit the bed and she collapses with me on top. Her legs spread with a groan and her fingers easily find my belt buckle, unhooking it with expertise and letting it hang, metal clanking as she undoes my zipper.
    My tongue hooks around hers, teasing and tangling, fighting against the rage that always seems to build up inside of her during sex. Sometimes, I can tell she wants to quit, to walk away and never look back. Sex hasn't always been good to Mireya Sawyer. My hands clench painfully around the comforter as I struggle to control my own anger at Bested by Crows. Just the simple thought of anyone fucking with this woman makes me want to destroy the damn world. To know it actually happened? Agony. I'm going to find every last fuck that made her suffer, and I'm going to rip their damn heads off. Beating their bikes up before felt good, but it wasn't enough. I don't know if it'll ever be enough, not until they've suffered even half as much as she has.
    I push down my urges and try to help her through hers, moving my hands up her sides and grabbing the corset, pulling it out from between us just as Mireya frees my cock, letting it spring forward into her hand where she grips it tight and unyielding, holding hard enough that her grip straddles that line between pleasure and pain. Her nails dig into my skin enough to bite but not bleed. She knows me so fucking well, it's scary. Wonder if she knows how easily she reads me.
    The corset goes flying and suddenly my hands are on her breasts, kneading and massaging the soft flesh, teasing her dark nipples into points as I groan into her mouth and taste sweet surrender. It's not complete, but it's there, just enough that she can let go of her anger and enjoy herself. In the morning, she'll be back to normal, pretending like nothing at all ever happened between us, but I can feel it. One day, I'd like to see how far I can get her to go, how deep she'll let me dig. Right now, this is enough, just holding her is enough.
    We come up for air, and she releases my dick, drawing a disappointed groan from my lips. My shirt comes up and off, and soon, our sweaty flesh is pressed together, sliding wet and moist across one another as the air conditioner sputters to life behind us for a brief moment before dying away again.
    I tangle my hand in her wet hair and wrap it around my knuckles, pulling gently, bringing her mouth up to mine for another kiss. Down below, she pushes aside her panties and guides me into her warmth, letting my cock slide slippery and slick into that silken wetness. I can feel the muscles in my back and ass clenching tight, holding me back from going bat shit friggin' nuts and fucking her so hard she screams. For a split second, I don't think I'm going to be able to control myself, that all of my emotions and my want and my need are going to come out right here and now and make themselves known. But at the last moment, I hold it back and dive into her with controlled thrusts, sliding my dick along her ridges, teasing her thrashing body into bucking twitches and drawing guttural groans from her smooth throat.
    My hands move down and cup her ass, drawing her closer to the edge of the bed, so I can find my feet and use the power of my entire body to pleasure her. I stand up tall and let my head fall back, eyes drifting to the ceiling as Mireya hooks her ankles behind my back and holds on for dear life, letting me slam her into the bed over and over again, shaking the whole damn thing enough that I'm pretty fucking sure our downstairs neighbors are gettin' an earful.
    “Fuck, Mireya,” I say because that's all I really can say. There are a whole host of other things that want to come out, but I keep 'em back because I have to. The last time I let loose, I told her