Something Tangible

About Time

Author's Note: I think the title of this chapter says it all :) Plenty more to come. Feedback welcome. Enjoy!

Steven swooped in before the door even closed, crushing Katarina's lips to his with enough force that they both felt the metallic tang of blood. Swallowing her whimpers of surprise, he wasted no time plunging his tongue down her throat, their teeth clashing. He was dying to taste her again and tilted her head so she could bear the full brunt of his passion. Their hands were frantic as they explored all the dips and curves each had been fantasizing about for two weeks.

"Steven," she moaned, her ardor matching his.

"I'm here. I'm right fucking here," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair at the roots to keep her firmly in place while his tongue dueled with hers.

He finally tore his mouth away from their searing kisses long enough to suck and nip at the creamy skin on her collarbone, making her shiver, before dropping to his knees with a loud thud. There was just no time for foreplay. He hiked up her skirt up and tore off her sensible yet flimsy panties, inhaling her drenched sex and giving it a long lick before crawling back up for another punishing kiss.

Lifting her knee for leverage and pinning her against the wall, Steven began to grind his massive erection into her. Katarina felt dizzy as she tugged on his hair and held on for dear life. All she heard were his harsh grunts and his belt buckle clatter to the floor. Still devouring her mouth, Steven grabbed a handful of her ass and lifted her with well-practiced ease. Without warning, he impaled her on his engorged cock, a wave of sweet relief washing over him.

"Oh God," Katarina screamed at the sudden intrusion, throwing her head back in unadulterated bliss. She felt so complete. He was enormous, in size and girth, every thick inch of him stretching and filling her to the brim. Steven buried his face in the crook of her neck as he stilled, overcome by the warmth enveloping his throbbing cock.

"Fuck! About fucking time," he let out a guttural moan, weeks of pent-up frustration disappearing the minute her tight, silken walls clenched him. Finally!

He slowly slid out and pushed himself impossibly further back in, burying himself to the hilt as her wetness coated him. She's so ready for me. She wanted this as much as I did.

Katarina wrapped her legs around his waist in a vice-like grip and Steven began to thrust, languidly at first but then with increasing ferocity as his control slipped. She clutched his sweat-soaked shirt, enjoying the feel of his flexed muscles as she peppered his face with hot, wet kisses. Steven's mouth latched onto her neck as his hand slid down to knead her breast, roughly pinching the nipple and sending bolts of electricity coursing through her.

"Yes, more please. Harder," she begged incoherently, her throaty moans driving him mad with the primordial need to take her, to subdue her.

Steven began to pump into her mercilessly, slamming her against the wall so hard her back was sure to bruise.

"Yessss," she hissed. It was raw, primal and bordered on the edge of pain, but she welcomed every bit of it. He was hitting her womb, causing her to cry out. He'd climb inside of her if he could.

"Christ you feel so good," he groaned, their mouths colliding in unrestrained frenzy.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," she pleaded, clawing at his back, his hair, anything she could get her hands on.

A tornado would not have stopped him. Steven pummeled into her with all the strength he could muster, every muscle on fire.

One arm still deftly holding her up, his other hand gave her breast one last unforgiving squeeze before sliding down to rub and tease her clit. She threaded her fingers through his hair, mewling in desperation.

"That's it, that's it. Let me feel you," he encouraged her, his thumb torturing her. She was soaking his hand and meeting him thrust for thrust as he drove into her with reckless abandon.

"Oh fuck," she screamed, arching her back in ecstasy.

"That's right. I want everything. Give it all to me Katarina," he urged, angling her hips to go deeper while suckling the delicate skin of her neck.

Steven felt her walls begin to quiver around him and he redoubled his effort, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. His balls ached and he knew it wouldn't be long.

"Now Katarina. Shit, you've got to come — NOW damn it," he commanded, his voice hoarse as he plowed into her.

No one had ever ordered her to come, and before she knew what hit her, Katarina detonated in a bone-crushing orgasm that seized her from head to toe, her high-pitched shrieks bouncing off the walls like music to his ears.

"FUCK," he roared as her walls milked him of everything he had to give. He came like a freight train, convulsing so hard that his fist inadvertently punched the wall beside her as his release blinded him. Katarina hardly flinched, her own body riding out the last crest of pleasure until she collapsed against him.

Weeks of waiting and anticipation had evaporated in the span of several unforgettable minutes. She clung to him like a ragdoll, sweaty but sated. They both fought to catch their breaths as she stroked his back while he gently nuzzled her neck.

Drained but replete, Steven groggily lifted his head to gaze at her, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Oh fuck," he exclaimed when he saw the hole he'd punched in the wall. I didn't even feel that! "Jesus, I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't scare you."

"Honestly I barely noticed," she said with a shy smile. Absentmindedly, Katarina wondered how many holes he's had to patch up in his apartment.

He smoothed the damp strands of hair from her face and gave her a tender kiss, his thumb tracing lazy circles on her cheek. Before she could overanalyze what had just happened, or make some smart-ass remark, Steven deepened the kiss, wanting to reassure her of how much he wanted this. How much he wanted her.

And he wanted more. Not releasing her from his firm grip, he shucked off the pants and boxers that had pooled at his feet and carried her to the bedroom without another word.