Chapter 6: Emotional
The room was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of sweat, cum, and the musky aroma of arousal. The air was heavy, almost oppressive, as if the very atmosphere was charged with the raw, primal energy that had filled the space. The bed, once a symbol of marital bliss, now bore the stains of Madison's newfound desires, the sheets crumpled and damp with the evidence of her infidelity. A man she had just met in person now lay in that bed and handled her body.
She couldn't believe she had let him fuck her. She was a married woman, a mother, a good girl. And yet, here she was, her body aching from his brutal fucking, her pussy still raw and sore from the rough treatment her husband didn't know about. She felt a shiver of guilt and excitement run through her. She needed to feel like a dirty little whore. She needed to feel like she was being used, abused, and claimed. She needed to feel like she was nothing more than a fuck toy, a plaything for his pleasure. And Matt was doing all of that, and more. He leaned in and kissed her deeply , his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sweetness of her own juices.
She could feel his thick cock pressing against her thigh, hard and ready for more. She knew she should stop this, should push him away and clean herself up, move on and pretend this never happened.
But the way Matt handled her body wasn’t just physical or lustful, it was romantic and possessive. He wanted to steal her from Nick. To make her his own. And he was ready to confess his feelings to her . He wanted to make her his wife. He wanted to make her his whore. He wanted to make her his fucking wife.
“Madison ,” Matt whispered, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “I need to tell you something.”
Madison looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. “What is it, Matt?”
Matt took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped her face. “I think I’m falling for you, Madison. I want you to be mine. I want to make you my wife. I want this to be our marital bed. I can’t stand the idea of you going back to nick after this.”
Madison's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing at his words. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
And yet, here she was, lying in her marital bed, her body still aching from the brutal fucking she had just received from Matt, and he was confessing his feelings for her.
She felt a pang of guilt, a twinge of confusion, but also a spark of something else—a dark, forbidden excitement. She looked into his eyes, seeing the raw emotion and desire staring back at her. And he was ready to confess his feelings to her.
“Madison ,” Matt whispered, his voice thick with emotion and lust.
I can’t stand the idea of you going back to Nick after this.”
Madison's eyes widened in shock, her body tensing at his words.
“What are you saying, Matt?” Madison whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m married. I can’t just—”
Matt cut her off, his voice firm and insistent. “I know you’re married, Madison.
I know you have a life with Nick. But I can’t ignore what I feel for you. I can’t ignore what we have together. I want to make you my whore. I want to make you my fucking wife,” Matt confessed, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “I want to make you my fucking property. I want a sexy life with you.” Matt's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession. Madison's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt swirling within her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she also couldn't deny the spark of excitement that ignited within her at his words.
"You're serious, aren't you?" Madison whispered, her voice barely audible. "You want to steal me away from Nick? You want to make me your wife, your whore, your fucking property?"
Matt nodded, his grip on her face tightening as he leaned in closer.
"I've never been more serious about anything in my life, Madison. I want you. I want to make you mine. I want to claim you, to possess you, to make you my fucking wife.” Matt's voice was low and intense, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that left her breathless. "I want to fuck you every day, to make you scream my name, to make you beg for my cock. I want to make you my dirty little whore, my property, my everything.”
Madison's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and confusion. She had never felt so desired, so wanted, so utterly consumed by another person.
She was a married woman, a mother, a good girl, but Matt's words, his confession, his raw, primal need for her, had awakened something dark and forbidden within her. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh, and she knew she was lost. She was his, completely and utterly his.
Madison's breath hitched in her throat as Matt's lips crashed down on hers, his tongue invading her mouth with a ferocity that left her breathless. She could taste the salt of his sweat, the musk of his arousal, and it sent a shudder of desire coursing through her veins.
she was a loss for words. She didn’t even know this man’s last name. They had barely just met. She couldn’t even explain why she was attracted to him.
He was bald and overweight. He was a good friend of Nick’s, and he was desperate to explore his fantasies. He didn’t have a job, and he lived in a small apartment. He was boring, and he had no prospects. He was a loser. But he was also kind, funny, and he had a way of making her feel seen. She felt seen by him. She felt desired by him. She felt wanted by him. She felt needed by him. She felt loved by him. She felt like a woman. She felt like a goddess. She felt like a whore. She felt like a dirty little slut.
“I love you Madison. I love you so much. I need you so much. I want to make you mine.” Matt's voice was low and intense, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that left her breathless. I want to make you my dirty little whore, my property, my everything.” Matt's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession.
She felt her body responding to his words, her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing with need.
The room was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mix of sweat, cum, and the musky aroma of arousal.
“Matt I…I can’t I…l” Madison’s voice was barely audible. She was so conflicted.
“Madison, I want you to be my wife. Not his…” Matt whispered, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “I want you to be my fucking wife.” Madison's breath hitched in her throat, her mind racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt.
She felt a shiver of anticipation run through her as she looked into his eyes, seeing the raw emotion and desire staring back at her. She was lost in his gaze, completely and utterly consumed by his raw, primal need for her. She felt like a woman reborn, a goddess, a whore, a dirty little slut. She wanted him to claim her, to possess her, to make her his fucking wife. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel his thick cock stretching her, filling her, making her scream. Every fiber in her body told her to kick him out. Shower. Forget he existed and this affair ever happened, and go back to her loving husband.
But her body had other plans. Her pussy throbbed with need, her nipples ached for his touch, and her heart pounded in her chest with a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt. She was conflicted, torn between her loyalty to her husband and the dark, forbidden desires that Matt had awakened within her. She knew she should push him away, should tell him to leave, should forget this ever happened. She wanted this, wanted him, wanted to feel like a dirty little whore, a fuck toy, a plaything for his pleasure. She wanted to be claimed, possessed, and made his. She wanted to be his fucking wife. The words that came out of her mouth shocked her.” Matt, I…I don’t know what to say. I feel so confused. I feel so lost. I feel like I’m falling for you too. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I feel like I’m losing myself. I feel like I’m losing control. I feel like I’m losing Nick. I feel like I’m losing everything. I feel like I’m losing myself. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I feel like I’m losing everything. I feel like I’m losing myself. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I feel like I’m losing everything. I feel like I’m losing myself. I feel like I’m losing my mind. I feel like I’m losing everything.
I feel like I’m losing everything.” Madison's voice trailed off, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, confusion, and desire. She was torn, her heart and mind at war with each other. She wanted to push him away, to forget this ever happened, to go back to her loving husband.
The words that came out of her mouth shocked her. “But I want to be yours too “ she admitted. She was surprised by her own words. She didn’t know what was coming over her. She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was saying. She didn’t know what she was feeling. She didn’t know what she was thinking. She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was saying. She didn’t know what she was feeling. She didn’t know what she was thinking. She didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know what she was saying. She didn’t know what she was feeling. She didn’t know what she was thinking.
She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion. She was lost in a haze of lust and confusion.
“Baby” Matt said. “Don’t think anymore. Just act. If you’re gonna be my wife soon, I can’t stand the fact nick fucked you in bridal lingerie. I want to see you in it. I want to fuck you in it. I want to see you in it.” Matt's voice was low and intense, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that left her breathless. "I want to make you my dirty little whore, my property, my everything.” Matt's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession.
Madison's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt.
“go change into what you wore the night of your wedding to that cuck for me babe.” He said with a smirk. “I want to see you in it.
“go change into what you wore the night of your wedding to that cuck for me babe.” He said, his voice thick with lust and command.
His eyes bore into hers, leaving no room for argument. Madison's breath hitched in her throat, her mind racing with a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt. She knew she should resist, should tell him no, should push him away. But the dark, forbidden desires that Matt had awakened within her were too strong, too powerful to ignore. She felt like a woman possessed, a goddess, a whore, a dirty little slut. She wanted to feel like a dirty little whore, a fuck toy, a plaything for his pleasure.
Madison, like a woman on a trance, stood up, Matt’s cum running down her legs, and went to her closet. She pulled out the delicate lace and satin bridal lingerie she had worn on her wedding night, the memory of that night still vivid in her mind. She felt a pang of guilt as she slipped into the lingerie, the soft fabric brushing against her skin, reminding her of the promises she had made to Nick. But the thought of Matt waiting for her, his raw, primal need for her, pushed away any lingering doubts.
She slipped the lingerie over her body, feeling the fabric cling to her curves, accentuating every inch of her body. She models it for him as he strokes his meaty cock. The lace and satin hugged her skin, making her feel both sexy and vulnerable. She turned to face him, her breath catching in her throat as she saw the raw desire in his eyes. He was stroking his cock, slowly and deliberately, his gaze fixed on her body. She felt a rush of heat between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need. She felt like a goddess, a whore, a dirty little slut. She felt like she was the sexiest woman alive. She felt like a fuck toy, a plaything for his pleasure.
Matt's eyes were glued to her body, his grip on his cock tightening as he took in the sight of her.
He whispered, "You're mine now, Madison. You're fucking mine." His voice was low and intense, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that left her breathless. Matt's words sent a shudder of anticipation coursing through her veins.
She leaned down, taking his cock into her mouth, feeling the weight of his desire, the heat of his flesh, and the saltiness of his precum as she took him deeper. She watched as his eyes rolled back, his grip on her hair tightening as he guided her movements. She felt like a dirty little whore, a fuck toy, a plaything for his pleasure.
She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, the veins pulsing with his need. She could taste the salty precum leaking from the tip, the musky scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. She could feel his balls tightening, his body tensing as she took him deeper.
She could feel the power she had over him, the control she held in her hands.
Matt loved fucking nicks wife behind bull back and the fact she was married made it more exciting.
“Madison, you filthy girl.” He groaned, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. “Suck that cock like the dirty little wife you are.”
She felt him swell in her mouth, his cock thickening as he neared the edge. She wanted him to come down her throat, wanted to taste his cum, to feel his release. She wanted to be his everything.
She took him as deep as she could, her nose pressing against his stomach, her throat constricting around him. She could feel the pressure building, could feel his body tensing as he fought to hold back.
She wanted him to come, wanted to feel his hot, salty cum exploding down her throat. She wanted to swallow every drop, to feel him fill her, to taste his raw, primal need for her.
Madison increased her pace, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, her tongue swirling around the underside as she took him deeper. She could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, could feel the muscles there constricting around him. She relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper, feeling him fill her completely.
"Fuck, Madison," Matt groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.
"That's it, baby. Take it all. Fucking take my cock like the little slut you are."
Madison gagged slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat, but she pushed through it, determined to please him. She relaxed her throat and took him deeper, feeling him fill her completely. She could taste the saltiness of his precum, feel the throb of his cock as it pulsed with his need.
Matt's hands fisted in her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body, could sense his orgasm building.
She wanted to feel him come, wanted to taste his cum, to swallow every drop. She increased her pace, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, her tongue swirling around the underside as she took him deeper.
"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so fucking good," Matt groaned. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you? Taking my cock like this, like you can't get enough."
Madison moaned, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft. She loved the way he talked to her, the way he dirtied her with his words. She felt even more turned on, her pussy throbbing with need.
She wanted him to come, to fill her throat with his hot cum. She wanted to swallow every drop, to taste his raw, primal need for her.
She picked up the pace, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, her tongue swirling around the underside, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.
"Oh fuck, Madison, you're taking my cock so fucking good. You're a goddamn cockslut, aren't you?" Matt groaned, his hips thrusting upwards, driving his cock deeper into her throat.
She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his shaft.
It made her feel dirty, filthy, and used, and she loved it. She felt her pussy throbbing with need, her juices dripping down her thighs. She wanted him to fuck her, to make her his, to claim her as his own.
"That's it, you fucking cockslut," Matt groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "Take that cock like a good little wife.
Show me how much you want it," Matt commanded, his voice gruff with desire.
Madison pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, desire and submission in her eyes. "Yes, Matt. I want it. I want your cock," she whispered, her voice thick with need.
Matt growled, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. "Good girl. Make me cum in your mouth. Don’t forgot my balls baby.” He directed her, his voice a growl. She nodded, her eyes wide with lust and obedience. She bent down, her tongue flicking out to lick his balls, the taste of him making her moan. She sucked one into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it, as she gently sucked. She felt him shudder under her touch, his cock twitching in her hand.
“Fuck, Madison, that feels so good,” he groaned, his hands fisting in her hair, guiding her movements. She let go of his ball with a pop, her mouth already moving to the other one, giving it the same attention. She had never been with someone with as large of a body as Matt. Sweat rolled off his fat belly. His weight pushed down on her, smothering her. The scent of sex filled the air, a mix of sweat, her pussy juice and his precum. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room. His cock felt like it was going to split her in half as he pounded into her. She loved it. She craved it. She wanted more.
“Goddamn, Madison, you’re so fucking sexy. Come up here and kiss me,” Matt grunted as he pulled his His fat dick from her mouth.
Madison moaned, her voice ragged. “Yes, Matt.” She crawled up next to him, letting him spoon her as she continued to stroke his cock.
He took her mouth in a brutal, hungry kiss, his tongue forcing its way between her lips and teeth. She could taste his sweat, his arousal, his desire. He broke the kiss, panting heavily. "You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He muttered. He loved her body, the power he had over her, but it was becoming more to him.
It was becoming more than just lust. He wanted her, all of her.
"I'm not just fucking you tonight Madison, I'm going to make love to you." He said with a smirk.
She looked at him with a questioning look.
"Don't look at me like that. You know it's true." He continued, "You've never been fucked like a true lover. Like you’re the only woman in the world. Like you’re my queen."
She shook her head slowly, a mix of emotions swirling in her eyes. She didn't understand what was happening. She didn't understand why she felt this way. She was married , loyal, and loved Nick. But there was something about Matt, something raw and primal, that drew her in. She couldn't deny the pleasure he brought her, the way he made her feel alive and desired.
"Matt, I don't know...I'm married. I can't just..." She began, but he cut her off with a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands gripping her hips tightly.
"I know, baby. I know. But right now, you're mine. You're all mine. And I wanna make you mine always.
Marry me, Madison. Make me your husband."
Madison gasped, her eyes wide with shock. This was too much, too fast. She was married, for god's sake. She couldn't just throw away her life with Nick for this... this whirlwind of lust and desire.
But as she looked into Matt's eyes, she saw the raw emotion there, the love and desire and need that mirrored her own. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, her body aching for him.
"Matt, I... I can't," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. "I love Nick. I’m already married. I… ” she stuttered, her voice shaking with a mix of disbelief, shock, and indecision.
“I know, baby,” Matt murmured, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped from her eye. “I know you are. But tell me, have you ever felt like this before? Has Nick ever made you feel the way I do?”
Madison hesitated, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. She had never felt this way before, that was true. Nick loved her, she knew that, but he had never set her body on fire the way Matt did.
He had never made her feel like a goddess, a whore, and a fucking slut all at once. She had never craved his touch the way she craved Matt's.
"No, Matt," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Nick... he's never made me feel like this. But I can't... I can't just leave him."
Matt's eyes softened, but his grip on her hips tightened. "I'm not asking you to leave him right now, baby. I'm just asking you to acknowledge what you're feeling. What we're feeling. And to give us a chance. Just...
give us a chance, Madison. See where this goes. I know it's fucking complicated. I know you're married. But I can't deny what I feel for you. What we feel for each other. And I sure as fuck can't deny the way my body responds to yours. The way you make me feel alive. I want to make you mine, Madison. All mine. Not just for today, not just for tonight. But forever. I want to be the man who wakes up next to you every morning. The man who makes you scream my name every night. The man who loves you, who cherishes you, who worships you.
The man who will claim you, possess you, and make you his fucking queen."
Madison's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt.
Matt's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his confession. Madison watched his his hands roamed her naked married body with a mix of tenderness and lust, as if he couldn’t believe she was real. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch, feeling her body respond to him in a way it never had with Nick.
“Madison,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and desire. “I want to taste every inch of your body. I want to make love to every part of you. I want to make you feel like the queen you are.”
Madison opened her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. She nodded, her breath hitching in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered, “Please, Matt. I don’t know what to say.”
“say you’ll marry me.” Matt said , his voice low and intense.
“What? Matt, I can’t. I- “ Madison protested, but Matt cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss.
“Say it, Madison. Say you’ll be mine. I want to hear you say it.” He growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his cock pressing against her stomach.
Madison hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked into Matt's eyes, seeing the raw intensity and desire staring back at her. She felt a mix of fear, excitement, and guilt, but she also felt a deep longing. She wanted him. All of him. He was so the opposite of everything she had thought about attraction to a man.
Nick was tall, handsome, fit, and hardworking - a true picture-perfect husband. Matt was bald, huge, and not exactly the fit type, but there was something about him that drew her in. He had a raw, primal energy about him that she found herself unable to resist.
Matt's fingers traced the lace of her bridal lingerie, his rough touch sending shivers down her spine. He moved from her stomach, up to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them roughly. "You look so fucking sexy in this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Cmon Madison. Imagine our real wedding night. Marry me.” He repeated, his voice low and demanding.
Madison's breath hitched, her body trembling with a mix of excitement, fear, and guilt. She looked into Matt's eyes, seeing the raw need and desire staring back at her. She felt a shiver of anticipation run through her as she thought about what it would be like to be his wife, to belong to him completely and utterly.
She felt his cock, still hard and ready, pressing against her stomach, the heat of his desire scorching through the lace of her bridal lingerie. She wanted him, all of him.
“okay matt. I’ll marry you.” She said aloud, surprising herself with the words.
Matt's eyes widened in shock, then a wicked smile spread across his face. "Fuck, Madison. You won't regret this. I'm going to make you my fucking queen. I'm going to claim every inch of you, possess you, and make you mine forever."
Matt flipped Madison onto her back, his large body hovering over hers. He roughly grabbed her hand, and to her shock slid off her wedding ring.
She watched, wide-eyed, as he held it up, dangling it in front of her face. "This is over, Madison. You're mine now," he growled before tossing it aside, not caring where it landed. Madison gasped, her hand instinctively going to her finger, feeling the emptiness where the ring once was.
Matt's eyes darkened with lust as he took in her body, the lace and satin of her bridal lingerie hugging her curves, accentuating every inch of her. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his breath hot and heavy. "You're mine now, Madison.” Then he pulled out a different ring. Gaudy, cheaper, but what it symbolized made her pussy Gush as he slid it on her finger .”
Madison gasped, her eyes widening in shock as she stared at the ring on her finger. It was a cheap, gaudy thing, but it made her heart race and her pussy throb with desire.
"That's a promise ring, baby," Matt growled, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her shocked expression. "You're mine now. No more hiding, no more pretending. You're my wife, my queen, my fucking property. And I'm going to take what's mine."
He didn't give her time to respond, his mouth crashing down on hers in a fierce, claiming kiss.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth, tasting her, owning her. She moaned into the kiss, her body already responding to his touch, her nipples hardening beneath the lace of her bridal lingerie.
Matt's hands roamed her body, his thick fingers tracing the edges of the lace, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. He cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. Madison gasped into the kiss, her body arching into his touch.
"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy, Madison," Matt growled, his voice thick with lust.
"I can't wait to claim every inch of this body as mine."
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, biting and sucking on the delicate skin. Madison gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, her hips bucking against him. She could feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against her thigh.
Matt chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Not yet, baby. First, I need to taste you. I need to make you scream my name."
He trailed kisses down her body, his tongue licking and sucking her skin, his teeth nipping at her flesh.
He stopped at her pussy, the lace of her bridal lingerie soaked with her arousal. He could smell her, could taste her through the fabric, and it drove him wild.
"Fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," he growled, his fingers hooking into the sides of her panties. "You're so fucking wet for your new husband."
Madison moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his touch. I'm yours. All yours."
Matt looked at the white lace, soaked with Madison’s need. He could smell her sex, rich and musky, and it drove him wild. He wanted mineral her slowly, meticulously. It was all part of his plan to infect her brain with his diseased need. The entire house was full of her scent now, a mix of her musk and that of the man she belonged to. He hated it. He fucking hated it. But it was a necessity. A means to an end. He needed to claim her in every way possible, cuck her husband, and make her his wife sex slave.
His mind was racing with filthy thoughts. He wanted her to feel every inch of his body, to taste his cum, to be marked by his touch. He wanted to make her his dirty little whore, his property, his everything.
He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and pulled them down slowly. The intimate fabric clung to her sticky moist sex.
He slowly pulled them down, his eyes fixed on the glistening slit of her pussy. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he threw them aside, revealing her fully.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn wet for me, Madison. You're drenched in your fucking juices." His voice was a low growl, his hands roaming her body, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples.
Madison gasped, her body arching into his touch. "I-I'm so hot for you, Matt.
I can't believe how much I want you," Madison admitted, her voice breathless and filled with desire.
Matt growled in approval, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy. He could hardly believe how wet and ready she was for him. He could see her juices dripping down her thighs, coating her inner thighs. He wanted to lap it up, to taste every drop of her.
"Fuck, Madison, you're so fucking sexy," he groaned, his cock throbbing with need. "You're mine now, baby. And you look so sexy wearing the bridal lingerie you wore for your cuck ex hubby.
A wicked grin spread across Matt's face as he looked down at Madison's glistening pussy, her inner thighs coated with her arousal. You're absolutely drenched for me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He didn't wait for a response, his tongue diving in between her folds, lapping up her juices like a man starved.
Madison gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth, her hands fisting in his hair.