Firefly
As the fire dims, shadows cast across the book in my lap. I squint and struggle to piece the sentences together. Sigh. It’s no use. I yell across the house, “Hey, Ray, will you add some wood to the fire?”
No answer. I spring off the couch, thinking, who does he think he is by ignoring me? This annoyance follows me down the hall as I pause at the bathroom door. What is taking him so long in there? My knocks surprisingly rattle the frail door. A sharp, curt “Come in” is the only response. The door creaks as it opens. “Did you not hear me earlier?” I spout, still clouded in irritation. But all that melts at the sight beyond the door. Ray is standing there in nothing but a towel. A short towel might I add. My eyes follow his pointed collarbones to his slim but defined body. I always just assumed he was skinny and never thought of the lean muscles he was hiding underneath.
I halfheartingly shield my eyes from looking lower. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you just showered,” I say shakily.
“That’s quite alright,” he says smugly. “We’ve known each other forever”
He steps closer. Anticipation raises in my chest as he reaches over my shoulder and slams the door. I step back out of shock, firmly pressed against the door. I avoid looking him in the eyes, a futile attempt at hiding my feelings. He towers over me with barely a whisp of air between us. My eyes continue down his “v” line to the fold of the towel. My thoughts spiral as the deep, primal aspects of my brain begged to be railed. Instead, I shudder, “We shouldn’t.” Almost like I challenged him, he responds by grabbing my waist and closing the gap. Our bodies now touch, only covered by my clothes. “But we will” he says under his breath. His hand on my waist begins to explore down to my hip and hike up my leg against him. I cautiously wrap my arms around his neck and look at him. Ray is so close that I can barely breathe. Kiss me, I think, just do it. Instead, he begins trailing my back and grips my ass. He pushes us even closer, as together as our physical forms will allow. I whimper as I feel his full, rigid presence against me. I can’t believe his so stiff already. I moan into his chest, and his hands claw at my pants, desperate to remove all barriers for entry. Suddenly, my jeans pool around my ankles. The humidity in the air kisses my exposed skin and I gasp. Ray firmly presses his hand over my mouth. I relish at the opportunity to bite out my frustration. That is exactly what he is doing, teasing me until I overflow. God, if I had any sense to care, then I’d chastise myself for being a drooling mess. I instantly melt at the sight of his fully exposed body as his towel hits the ground. He grabs both my thighs, and I’ve melted. His full mast sits throbbing between.
“Condom...” he mutters, seemingly struggling to restrain himself. “Stop teasing me. I can’t. ” I shout through his hand. In response, he begins rubbing against me, just on the brink of entry. I bite him in contest. He hoists me against the door, making light of my weight. I feel him begin to fill me whole. I quiver in anticipation and excitement. With that, the slow, steady mood bursts and becomes something much more toe-curling. I bounce on his hips, sensations striking throughout my body each time. His full force goes behind each thrust as he finds every way to stroke me. The door rattles with each motion. Oh. My. God. His curvature reaches THE spot to force a moan out of me. The pleasure pours through me, and I grow louder. I claw at his back, encouraging every deep movement. Right as I think I’m going to finish, the door gives one final creak. BAM. We are lying horizontally on the ground. We stare at each other’s eyes wide and in shock. He fucked me so vigorously the door snapped of its hinges. God... A part of me is scared he is going to devour me, and all of me knows I’d let him.
