"Maybe I'll just take a little nap." I sigh, watching evilly as his eyes snap open and focus on me intently.
Holy crap, I've never seen him look so primal.
"Fuck that shit." He sounds enraged, bends, grabbing me under my arms and yanks me up, throwing me on the seat onto my back. I let out a squeal. Within seconds he's on top of me, pulling up my dress and ripping my pants off. Another lost pair of underwear at the hands of Carrero. There's no foreplay, no soft kisses or teasing, he's just inside me within seconds, his hunger pushing all traces of sanity away and he's grinding into me with unleashed fever. I writhe and arch under him, burning with how this feels, my head meeting the door with aggression as he rams into me again, using his feet against the other side to lever his thrusts into me.
I like it, I like this hard, almost violent way he's screwing me, his need overtaking all rational thought and gentleness. This is a new side to him, and I want more. Just desire so raging he needs to take me as fast as he can before he self-combusts. His hands come up, pinning my wrists to the seat beside my head, holding me down almost savagely, his face buried in my neck. My legs are up around his waist, the trousers causing friction because he's barely pulled them down, but it all adds to the exoticness of it all. For the first time in the many sessions of having sex with Jake this time really does feel like I'm just being banged without emotion, and the contrast is mind-blowing. Hot, hard, and fast, I'm surprised by how quickly my body reacts, cumming in grand fashion in seconds. Unable to stay sane when he is literally ravishing me. He follows with his own climax shortly then slumps on top of me, panting.
"Emma... Jesus!" He leans up with a weak smile. "That's not how I intended our reunion sex to be." His eyes have lost that darkness and now are soft and hazy and relaxed. I grin back at him. Beaming. Immensely proud of myself and the way I just played the king!
"I thought you were the master of second rounds." I tease issuing another challenge.
"Trust me, there will be a lot more when I get you out of here ... And it won't be so fast or so goddamn fevered. You've no idea how much I've wanted this, bambino." He grins, shaking his head at my ability to undo him. "Who knew my little icy Emma would be such a hot little seductress? I think you're starting to get too good at this and out maneuvering the master." He drops a kiss on my mouth and pulls me up, pulling my dress down for me and helps me slide up to sitting before sorting himself back into his pants. He bends, retrieving my torn lace and waves them triumphantly.
"I should stop collecting these or else I'm going to need a spare room to keep them all."
"You need to stop ripping my underwear off or soon I'll have to go commando from necessity." I joke, catching the lace in his hand and yank it free. I shove it into his inside pocket with a wink. I'm rewarded with a smile that makes me want to bite his lip again.
Who am I kidding? I want him again already.
"Baby, I'll buy you as much lingerie as you want, just show me what you like... I'm more than happy to keep ripping it off." He grins and then glances out of the heavily tinted window. "I think we should maybe get out of the car and head upstairs if you want a round two." He points out and it's only then I realize the car is motionless.
"When did we stop?" I ask in surprise, wondering if Jefferson is even still in the driver's seat. That would be beyond awkward with no engine to drown out what we just did.
"During that mind-blowing oral." He grins, pushing the door open. I notice Jefferson standing a few feet away at the elevator holding my bag and shoes patiently and flush with shame.
Oh, my god, does he know what we were doing?
It sends a blush rushing through me.
At least that means he wasn't in the car when Jake was having sex with me, but did that mean he was outside instead, watching the car rock? And judging by the sheer aggressive nature of what Jake was doing I guess the car had to be rocking pretty badly. Oh, my god.
I almost die inside with embarrassment.
"That's something I haven't seen for a while." He points out, looking at me intently, no sign of shame on him at all, just a smirking confidence of a guy who just got laid.
"What?"
"That awkward Emma blush ... Soon you'll be back to twirling your hair and chewing your bottom lip... I miss those little Emma-isms." He leans forward planting a kiss on my mouth before sliding out of the car I move along the seat, taking his outstretched hand and get out, making sure to hold my skirt down so I don't flash the poor driver with my panty-less self.
"You used to get mad at me for doing that!" I pout accusingly. "I didn't realize I stopped doing any of them." I frown in confusion.
After years of trying to master those anxious habits, had they really just gone away?
"I hated that I made you stressed, miele, and you stopped the second I told you I loved you, bambino." He grins and pulls me into his arms, lifting me again on the way to the lift. "Guess you don't have anything to be uptight over anymore and this time it was caused by something way more fun." He kisses me on top of my head and carries me home.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐
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