Untitled by Unknown Author

scream, her nipple a single point of glorious fire in a body that was beyond sensitive.
       Eyes closed, she squirmed against him, thrust her hips upward, and reached out to grab his upper arms, desperately trying to pull him right down on top of her. He hardly even seemed to notice, his muscles barely flexing as he held himself rigidly above her.
       Sheets rumpled under her thrashing body, and a vague scent of vanilla rose around her with every movement. The laundry soap, she realised, or maybe the potpourri that sat on her dresser. Every gasp, every panting breath contained a hint of sweetness, a touch of normality. But over it all was his smell, warm and intoxicating.
       "Listen." His voice was a deep whisper, the scrape of his stubble sending a minor lightening bolt from her ear to her spine, only to have it explode deep between her legs.
       Mindlessly she obeyed, listening to the helpless little moans, the gasps of pleasure and frustration. The sheets rustling, the rasping of his jeans against the smooth skin of her thighs and, through it all, the sound of a woman being thoroughly pleasured. Her.
       "Can you smell yourself?" His voice was back in her ear, tempting, beckoning. "Smell how much you want me?"
       Even as she obeyed, drawing a deep breath through her nose, she felt his fingers plunge deep within her, as quickly withdrawn.
       "Smell," he ordered, and she opened her eyes in time to see his fingers drift under her nose, evidence of her arousal dripping from them.
       Too late to stop herself, she inhaled, her own scent filling her head, the vanilla no more than a memory. Apparently satisfied with her obedience, he pushed the fingers into his mouth, languorously sucking them clean.
       "You taste good," he purred and lowered his mouth to hers, his lips covering her mouth as he forced her to taste the remnants of her juices on his tongue.
       Gina moaned into his mouth, too aroused to be embarrassed, her tongue flicking out to dual with his. She grasped his shoulders, fingers digging deep as she held him close, and relaxed as he finally lowered himself fully onto her.
       His pelvis ground into hers, the rough hair of his chest abrading her nipples, and she didn't care. All she wanted was the contact, the fulfillment his movements promised. A whimper of protest died on her lips as he pulled his mouth away, immediately refastening onto the closest nipple. Helpless to resist, she arched into him, only to have him pull away again just as the orgasm started to overtake her.
       "Damn you!"
       He laughed, a surprisingly contented sound, and held her wildly flailing arms to either side of her head, her legs caught under his. "What do you want?" he growled.
       "Fuck me. Now. Please." Gina's hips bucked in time with her words, emphasizing them. "Please."
       The last word was lost in a scream as his cock filled her in one fierce lunge. She'd have sworn he'd been off her for only seconds, yet his jeans were gone and he was as naked as she.
       He lay there, filling her, but hadn't moved beyond that first thrust.
       She wriggled, pleading, wishing he'd hurry up. The waiting was killing her. "More." She shoved her hips sharply upward, reveling in the way his eyes glazed and the planes of his face went taut with concentration. "More."
       And she'd thought what he'd done to her downstairs was the very peak of pleasure. Without words, he showed just how wrong she'd been, his cock sliding in and out of her as he fucked her beyond thought, beyond reason. She was on her back, writhing under him as he slammed in, then she'd find herself face down on the bed, ass high in the air as he took her from behind, his cock thrusting deeper again as he drove them both.
       All she could think about, all she could feel, was his cock as it filled her repeatedly, stretching her, and nudging her closer and closer to explosion. That, and the wholly sexual man who turned her within