Closer Than Your Shadow

The Aegean

December 11th 12:38 p.m.
Gotham
Dick's apartment

His lips went under my ear and his hand found its way around my throat. It was a gentle squeeze for what I knew he was capable of, but still the breath I took in was ragged. My heart was thumping under his palm and my hand left my clit to push him away.

"You know what I could do to you. You like to test me and see how far I'll let you get, don't you?"

I tried to pull out of his grasp again just to piss him off, but it didn't work. He pushed me to the counter so my shoulder blades were flat against the cool granite. My throat was finally free of him, but my ass was on the edge. My legs were still spread open and he pulled me towards him. The heels of my feet dug into the back of his thighs, and my back arched when I felt him.

"When you act like this, I know you're being a brat for attention." His palms ran down the dip of my waist until he was gripping my hips with a sense of urgency.

"I'm not," I panted but my legs were pulling him closer.

His cock pushed up onto my clit and every nerve in my body was humming.

His beautiful face filled with concentration and all I was thinking about was a kiss. Just a second of gentleness in between our aggressive exchange.

Maybe that's not what this was. Maybe this was just an escape.

"You're always such a brat."

My cheeks flushed. God, I knew I looked like a mess. No makeup, wet hair, and puffy eyes. But I couldn't even formulate a full thought of embarrassment. I was just with him.

The tip of his cock pressed into me, slowly, taking a second or two for each inch. At first it hurt. It wasn't intense, just a quick burn that made me gasp. His eyes closed while he muttered something then he watched my face. And it was like the first breath of air you take from being underwater.

His hips slammed into mine and I held onto his arms for support. My legs spread further, trying desperately to feel everything.

I clenched around him and it earned a groan from his reddened lips. He pulled me against him and I screamed. Like a full lung scream of pleasure. I covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry."

"No one's here. Scream." He pulled my hand from my face and locked my wrist above my head.

"Fuck," I whimpered as he leaned over me. His face was inches above mine. Close enough to feel his breath. Close enough to feel his heartbeat.

I'd never been fucked like this. I'd never had this much buildup in my stomach simply from a touch. I never kissed anyone like I'd kissed him. I couldn't tell if we'd been sitting here for hours or for the span of a few minutes because shit like that didn't matter when we were together. It was too easy to get lost in each other.

He straightened out and his fingers dug into the tops of my thighs.

"Jesus baby," he cursed as he slowed down.

His jaw was ticking, and I watched his chest rise and fall. The muscles in his torso contorted and moved underneath his skin. The determination in his tan face made me smile.

I was trying to convince myself that this was real. That this wasn't just a wet dream. He really came through the front door and fucked me.

"You don't know how bad I've wanted this."

That's all I needed to hear to relax and focus on him. How his shoulders tensed up whenever my fingertips ran down his bicep. How his hair was all over his face. How his body was so fucking warm.