A standing challenge

Martil’s pov

The moment my mouth crashed against hers, the thin thread that held my control together snapped into two. She kissed me back like she had been holding it in for many weeks.

I gripped her waist, pulling her against me. She gasped into my mouth and I swallowed all of her little sounds. She was mine. She became mine the moment I decided to step into the heat between us.

Corleone tugged at my shirt, frustrated and breathless. Damnit, she was driving me insane and she knew it. I grabbed her hands and pinned it up her head.

Her back ached towards me and the button between us on the only jacket she wore removed with a pong sound. I stopped, dropping my eyes down.

“Martil.” She murmured, feeling the fire from my gaze.

I didn’t lift up my eyes. They roamed around her upper body as if she was totally naked. Just then, she shifted her hands and I let them fall.

She removed the jacket and it dropped to the floor. I sucked in breath, my vision almost swallowing the last strength preventing me not to turn her around and fuck the hell out of her.

Her not so little breasts stared at me like they were actually ready to be tugged and sucked. They were full and round with puckered nipples that looked so enticing. I could suck on them and never get tired.

“Martil…” she called again, this time, it was louder but dripping with desire.

My eyes rose to meet hers. “What do you want?” I asked.

“Touch me.” It was just two words yet it made my penis throb so hard in my pants.

I closed the small space between us, my fingers removing the strands of her hair away. My hands moved up her back, feeling the curve of her spine and the way her body responded to me.

I kissed her again. It was slower this time. It was deeper. I explored her mouth. I sucked and nibbled on her lower lip. I swallowed her saliva. I bit her upper lip, rubbing tongue against tongue.

Jesus. She was such a good kisser. It wasn’t messy. She fit in my rhythm just perfectly. Then, she broke the kiss, giving her time to breathe.

My fingers trailed up her stomach. Her body tingled with arousal. Her lips were slightly parted as I drew circles on her stomach.

I could see her nipples twitch in and out. Fuck! That looked so good. I wrapped my right hand around her first breast and she gasped, closing her eyes.

It was a fast cup. Then, the fingers rounded her nipple.

“Hmm.” She gripped my shirt slowly, her lashes shining under the dim light.

I made a few more rubs and stopped.

“You are not soft.” She suddenly said,

I looked at her.

“Don’t pretend with me, Professor.” It was a quick taunt.

“I’m trying to be what you like.”

She scoffed, “I don’t want that.”

I grabbed her jaw gently, forcing her to look at me. “You don’t know how I handle my women.” I said. It was a fact.

I’ve only been with two women and I know how our sex lifestyle was like. I never treated them like an egg on the bed.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” She had always had a bad mouth.

“No.” I chuckled lightly. “It is to warn you.”

I slid my hands down her thigh, trailing back upwards and stopped just below where she needed it the most. She bit back a frustrated groan.

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say what you want, Corleone. Tell me what you want.” I commanded, cupping her left breast.

She leaned in slowly. “I want the real Martil. I don’t want the real actions swept under the rug. I want to be handled by you.”

My eyes darkened. The last one in me cut off immediately. I carried her with no effort while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I almost winced because that was the part where I had been shot. Even though the wound wasn’t very deep, it still hurt a little.

“Are you alright?” She asked in concern.

She had noticed the shift in my expression.

I carried her down the hallway, her back pressing lightly against the wall when I pinned her there.

“You want to be handled the way I like it? Fine. Don’t run when we are fully into it:”

I pulled her short down.

“Martil,” she gasped in shock. She must have thought we were going to the bed.

No. I had better plans than ruining it on a wide mattress. She needed the real Martil. Well, this was a bit of him.

“Still not scared?” I asked, laying kisses against her neck.

Her nails dug into the wall.

“No.”

I smacked her ass skin that was unto me and she moaned. Another slap, another moan. Another slap and a shriek.

“Good.” The skin was a little red now.

If she was actually scared, I’d have stopped. I flipped her around and her hands landed on my chest. I could see the gleam in her eyes.

Instead of backing away because of the intensity, she pulled me back to her mouth like she couldn’t stand the distance and the minutes apart. Every kiss was hunger, a challenge and something that was dangerous.

I broke the kiss and forced her down to her knees. I was already stark naked. My length dangling in slow motion against her mouth.

Corleone ran her tongue around her lips and opened her mouth, wrapping that warm little house of hers. I almost froze at the sweetness.

I brushed my thumb across her cheek, pushing my length into her mouth until she gagged.

She ran her tongue through my shaft, coating it with her warm saliva before swallowing me whole again.

“Fuck.” The word slipped out before I knew it.

It felt so good. I gripped her hair, shoving it frontwards and backwards so it worked along my full grown length. It swelled like it didn’t belong to me.

“Fuck,Corley.” She wasn’t a professional but the way she moved with innocence literally made me go insane.

Little tears were glued to the corner of her eyes as her pace increased while she also made use of her hands. God, goddamnit, it was so good.

I thrusted out of her mouth the second my sperm wanted to spill out.

She frowned. “Why did you stop?” She was pissed.

“Get up.” I ordered.

She obeyed. I hit her against the wall again and lifted her left leg upwards. I knelt down and ran my tongue around her vaginal walls.

“Martil.” She gasped loudly.

I ran my tongue around the entire wall. Her hands found my hair and dug into them. In a moment, she fisted them around her fingers, tangling however she wanted.

But I didn’t stop. My tongue swerved around, hitting into that deep hole — she almost froze, her legs shaking.

“You behaved like a brat just now. What? You can’t take it anymore?” I asked, my voice vibrating against her core.

I didn’t allow her speak. I sank my tongue right in again and she let out a deep moan, pushing my head downwards. Without warning, I pushed two fingers into her.

“Gods…!” She trembled with pleasure.