He\'d been doing a little biting back of his own, some heavy breathing, a small amount of shuddering, a lot of wondering how on earth she did that slithering thing against his crotch that was driving him to new heights of crazy and a whole heap of hoping that her hands would creep a little further into his pants just to touch him. She was a maddening she-snake, though, and she knew how to keep him wanting. The second she told him going to his bed might be a good idea for the room it would afford them he moved, grabbing her by the ass and carrying her so her could kiss her while he walked.
Frustrated that she was a little too short for them to kiss and maintain contact below their waists, he got around the couch and into his bedroom and walked her up to the wardrobe door instead of dropping her on the neatly-made mattress. He slammed her roughly against the door and ground his bulging fly against the apex of her thighs, just to let her know what she was doing to him, bending his knees so that he could dip and thrust upwards a few times, uncaring of the way any bare flesh at her back may have skidded against the shiny, painted surface of the sliding cupboard door. While his hips rocked into her he sucked and bit at her throat, drawing blood harshly to the surface of her skin, delighting in the heat of it against his tongue.
It only took a few moments of this before it was too much and he dropped her abruptly, catching her by the throat if her legs didn\'t immediately support her, pushing her back against the wardrobe door. His chest heaved as he took a small step back from her, pinning her in place with hie left hand on her delicate neck, his large thumb swiping insistently at her kiss-and-bite-swollen lower lip. As his right hand dropped to undo and unzip his claustrophobic jeans, his other thumb pressed her lip down to make way for his index finger to prod into her mouth, intruding on the warmth and wetness there, loving the fact that she bit him hard enough to make him flinch.
As he finally got his jeans loose and shoved them down - carefully off his hips and then haphazardly once his erection bobbed free at last - he reflected that he\'d never been this rough with his boss; she would never have taken it. If he\'d held her by the throat up against a wall and mimicked fucking her mouth with a rapist of a thumb and a brutal index finger she likely would have called the police on him and never wanted to see him again; frankly, she\'d got real bent out of shape their first time when he\'d unceremoniously bent her over and rutted into her.
Not Alacer, though. The rougher it got, the more she seemed to like it and it was the closest to free he\'d ever felt in his whole life. He was consumed with her, with the feel of her fighting him, with the way she bit him s hard he bled, with the challenge in her eerie eyes. Once he\'d kicked his jeans free of his feet he leaned forward and yanked her skimpy little shorts down, disconcerted by that hissing noise she kept making - the cat in him recognised it for the warning sound it was and wanted to spring away - but loving it with all the curiosity in his soul at the same time.
Her bottom half now as bare as his, he stepped in closed to her and buried the fingers of his right hand inside her slippery sex. His thumb flicked her clitoris as his first two fingers pried her hole, his hips wagging so that his hard rod bit into her belly yearningly; the wetness of his precum had it sliding easily along her skin, wishing she were taller so he could just get into her more quickly. He let go of her throat and used his other hand to help her get her shirt off, forgoing his hips rocking against her when her breasts were bare and he could lean down and bite them instead. He sucked them more than he bit because he didn\'t want to ruin things by stepping over the line in her most sensitive areas, but he wasn\'t at all gallant about the way he lifted her next; his right hand stayed buried inside her, his left wrapping around her back as he finally walked her to the bed and dropped her on it.
His fingers came out of her with a wet slurping sound and then he threw himself over her, landing on his left side and looking down at her with a seriousness he\'d never before displayed. His right hand pinched gently and squeezed her breasts as he came up on his left elbow to speak to her. "I\'ve never wanted anyone like I want you right now," he confessed, his twitching penis slapping against her bare thigh in testament that he spoke the truth. "I\'m afraid... I might hurt you, though," he said worriedly, the fingers of his left hand walking forward to brush against her temple. "You make me crazy in a very dangerous way and I don\'t know if... well, if you can take it," he said hesitantly, his tongue sliding over all the puffy flesh in his mouth as if to tell him that she could, of course she could; anyone who could dish out punishments like these had to be ready to take what she got in kind.
Three stark bruises stood out on the lovely pale flesh of her throat from where he\'d sucked on her though, reminding him that he could break her if he wasn\'t careful, that he had to calm down just a little and not let the animal in him rule. Maybe they weren\'t good for each other, considering the damage they\'d already done... but there was no way he was turning back now, not this close to the thing he\'d wanted more than anything else in his whole life so far.