Chapter 4: Moving In

The books in her hands fell to the floor with a resounding thunk: sacrilegious, she knew, but in her defence, she was suddenly and thoroughly far too distracted to care.

Her breath hitched as he pressed against her back, his lips lighting a trail of fire along the tingling skin of her neck and his hands swiftly tugging her shirt up and over her head and pushing her jeans and knickers down to pools at her feet. And then his palms were skimming up the slowly heating flesh of her belly, one coming to caress the sensitive undersides of her breasts through her sensible cotton bra, the other to trace her neck and jaw, tilting her head for better access.

Most distracting, though, was the hard length at his hips pressing hard against her bottom.

Especially when adjusted himself to slide his cock to nestle between her clamped thighs, the blunt head prodding eagerly at her entrance. She whimpered needily, pressing herself back against him as he rocked into her, his length rubbing tantalizingly over her entrance up to the bundle of nerves guarding it. She squirmed, desperate for more friction, her own hips grinding into his in an attempt to sate the greedy throb growing between her legs.

His weight seemed to increase behind her, the press of him at her back intensifying. His breath was hot against her neck, lips and teeth scraping at her overly sensitized skin, his hand rose from her breasts to urge her hands up to brace against the wall, his own following to splay, tensed, beside hers.

And she moaned, low and deep in her throat to harmonize with the growling groan that rumbled up from his broad chest as his hips drew back, adjusting his angle, before thrusting slowly, remorselessly up into her. Thighs quivering, her hips canting instinctively, beckoning him to push deeper, her body eager for the intrusion, revelling in the delicious stretch as he filled her.

She could barely breathe, her breath coming in harsh pants as he pounded, sharp and deep, into her, driving her crazy with need and pleasure. Voice rough with his own pleasure, he swore against the shell of her ear, teeth scraping at the skin below her jaw. She shivered violently.

"I'm close, Pet. So-fucking-close," he growled. She writhed and arched against him, on the verge of shuddering right out of her skin as his hot breath against her throat seemed to shoot straight down to the swiftly tightening coil of pleasure deep in her belly.

Desperate to follow as he began to curse and so rigid against her, his pace devolving and his thrusts growing sharper and more erratic, her fingers were quickly seeking between her thighs. Only for him to swat them away, his own delving remorselessly to seek out the bud throbbing between her legs. Crying out, voice hoarse and strangled, her body clamped down on him.

Hard.

With a harsh grunt, he lurched harder against her and the angle of his twitching cock changed.

She nearly shattered apart right then as, deep inside her, his blunt head prodded hard into just the right spot.

His pace quickly grew sharper and more disjointed until finally, with a pair of brutal, jolting thrusts, he emptied himself with a guttural growl. She groaned, trembling at the hot gush deep inside her as he spilled, her core clenching around him.

With a keening whine, she followed, shuddering and convulsing around him as waves of pleasure surged over her, blinding her as she arched and writhed into him, his nimble fingers between her shaking thighs urging her on as her core milked him greedily, their bodies working in tandem as they rode out their releases.

And as surges of pleasure finally began to ebb, they both collapsed, boneless and gasping for air in a tangle of limbs, his arms holding her so tight against him that as he manoeuvred them to sit back against the bookshelf she'd been filling, they fell back with him still buried tight inside her.

Though her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath much as his was at her back, she still managed to huff irritably - though it held little true heat, deliciously sated as she was.

"At this rate, I'm never going to be properly moved in," she scolded breathlessly, absently smacking his wandering fingers from investigating the lace-edged cup of her bra.

He chuckled darkly as he nuzzled at the sensitive skin of her throat, causing her core to flutter around his slow-to-soften cock.

"This is the best part of moving you in, Pet," he growled in objection, nipping playfully at her pulse point.

Well, she couldn't argue there.