My man is a built like a bulldozer. Solid muscle around thick, heavy bones. All macho and growly. When I first met him, he scared the crap out of me. In truth, he cries at adverts and has the softest touch.
Except when I provoke him because I’m a brat. I push and push. One of my favourite things is stealing his shirts and hoodies. Something happens to his face, mouth goes flat and that softness evaporates.
I ride him, I adore him, I suck his big cock, and he lives to make me happy, but that primal shift fulfils a quiet need in us both.
It was a heady summer but rained in oppressive rumbles of thunder all day. Fresh rain had dried out into a hot and muggy night, and I was pent up. He was stressed at work, so release would do us good. I rolled my shoulders and planned as I cooked dinner. After we’d eaten, and he took a shower, I got ready.
He’d bought a bunch of new t-shirts. It can be a struggle to get clothes his size, and though I’m not small in any sense, the thing came mid-thigh. It was a band tee and one of his favourites. I changed and padded barefoot past him when he was coming out the bathroom half-dressed.
“Is that…”
“Mine now.”
The change was subtle. The stress lines in his brow softened, humour gleamed in his eyes before letting out a grunt.
His grunts are a language of their own. That one was: fine, let’s do this. His eyes sharpened into lust and strategy. “Take it off.”
“No. I like it.” I ran my fingers down my front.
“You know what’s going to happen.” as he spoke, he dropped his work clothes and pulled out the belt from his jeans. I appreciated his body as he did.
“You’ll try.” I smirked, backing away from him before darting downstairs.
I was giggling, already breathless as he caught up with me, and we struggled. I yelped as he turned me and let go.
“You okay baby?”
“Sucker.” I took off.
“Every time,” he roared, and we circled the kitchen island.
I’d unlocked the back door. I just had to get into the garden.
His chest rose and fell, eyes mean but grinning. “You’re going to get it. I’ll catch you, hog-tie you and get my top back, and it won’t be pretty,” he snarled, edging forward.
I backed away, tugging his t-shirt down in a vain attempt at modesty. “Promise?”
He lunged, and I dodged, throwing open the door, and ran down the garden with him on my heels. The light had just failed, the damp grass slippy under my bare feet, but I could see my goal.
Our narrow garden was long, and at the end, under the old cherry tree, he’d built us a summer house. It was enclosed and private and my favourite spot.
I ran hard. He didn’t have speed, and I relished that little victory, knowing I was going to lose. As I reached the path, he grabbed me around the waist, covered my mouth to stifle a scream, and I struggled, fighting and clawing as he panted in my ear.
With a grunt, he flipped me around and took my mouth in a bruising kiss, but I squirmed hard as he tried to lift the t-shirt.
Slipping out of his hold, I went to get away, but we slipped and fell with a thump. He pinned me, and we both grunted, laughed and panted in the struggle. On my front, pressed into the wet grass, the cold earthy scent filled my nose and cooled my burning skin.
Pressing down with one hand on my back, he held both of my hands there as he straddled my hips. I bucked under him.
“Relent.”
“Never.” I twisted as he wrapped the belt around my wrists, pulling it tight until the leather bit. He pulled the fabric up, squeezing and caressing my body as he did, and I was so aroused, I undulated into his touch but bucked hard, scrabbling.
He used the movement to pull the fabric over my head, and in a quick — and well practised — move, let the belt go, and pulled the t-shirt off. I turned over, defeated.
Panting, we looked at each other. I was covered in bits of grass and dirt, sweating, and beyond aroused.
He only wore casual lounge bottoms, his hard dick tenting out. He pulled them down, and grabbing my hips, entered me.
He kissed me hard as he did. He growled into my hair, bunching it in his fingers.
“Time for a lesson.” Thrusting deeply, he fucked me.
As darkness fell in the quiet night, on the wet earth, he took my body, and I tried not to cry out, clawing his back. Biting his shoulder, I sucked the spot and came in a breathless hard peak of bliss as I arched back, seeing the black night and crescent moon above us.
I raised my hips and bucked as I tensed, my body jerky and desperate. His long, rough moan at my pleasure slowed him and savoured my pussy gripping him.
Sated yet still desperate, I whimpered as he pulled out and flipped me over with a smack to my arse. I fisted his discarded tee as he found a deeper angle.
He grunted each breath and punishing beat of hips. Grabbing a fist of hair, he pulled my head up, rendering me immobile. Losing himself, rough and fast, all I could do was keep breathing, my body jolting and tits bouncing until he stilled, and I felt the pull and jerk inside me. Taking a minute, he caught his breath, running his hands up my back as I rolled my hips.
Sliding out, he pulled me up, and hoisted me over his shoulder, filthy and wet, while picking up the ruined tee in his other hand. “Okay, baby?”
“Mmm.” I still felt him inside me.
He slapped my arse hard and took me back in and upstairs. I looked in the mirror when he set me down in the bathroom and pulled a twig out of my hair.
“Right, you sexy fuck. Wash.”
I stepped into the shower, but he didn’t look happy.
“What’s wrong?”
He folded his arms, looking at the tee. “I really liked that one.”
I grinned, lathering shampoo into my hair, dirt and grass washing away. “I’m sorry love. Another one is arriving tomorrow.”
He laughed. “You. I fucking love you.” He ditched his grass-stained bottoms and squeezed in next to me.
I started laughing, unable to stop as he felt me all over, delighting in my body. Sharing a shower never went well, but it was fun.