Toys and Things (Part III)
Enjoy the final part to this humble series! Warning: it’s quite smutty. :)
Rick crossed the space between them in two strides. They crashed into the clothes drawer, devouring each other, their fingers hungrily seeking purchase.
One of his callused hands glided up to cradle the back of her head, holding her steady, thoroughly savoring her plump lips. His other hand slid down to grip a warm handful of her ass, pulling her firmly against his bulge. She squirmed against him with a sigh. His whole body sprung to life.
Lustful moans rumbled in the back of his throat. He couldn’t get enough. After months of fantasizing, – hell, probably even since the day he first met her at the gates of the prison – he finally had her in his arms. Excitement couldn’t even begin to describe the emotions buzzing through his body.
He swiped the tip of his tongue against her parted mouth, tasting her luscious sweetness. When she gasped in pleasure, he instinctively pinned her body against the clothes drawer, the heavy piece of furniture violently banging against the wall. He reached down to caress her thigh, aggressively wrapping it around his hip.
He was so lost in the sensations of the moment that all coherent thoughts disappeared along with his self-control. He wanted her in every way imaginable. Her warm and firm body quivered with the same anticipation that ran through his veins.