Sierra Nevada (XXX)

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22 WTF

I lay still and quiet for a long moment absorbing the shock of what just happened. I didn't know he had an aggressive bone in his body, yet he just spanked me and fucked me. That didn't quite feel personal, but it still felt like him. I was truly at a lost. Why hadn't I stopped him? Why didn't I give him his middle name? It was what we agreed to. I wanted to play. I didn't know it would be like that. I heard him approach where I lay on the ground, face down with no doubt a large handprint on my ass. I knew that it was going to go one of two ways. He was either going to apologize or help me up. I hadn't anticipated the third option. I heard him unzip his pants.

"You look so sexy laying there like that. I'm going to do you again. This time I won't spank you. It looks like you had more than enough of that. I will never do it again unless you ask me to. I'm sorry. I won't be gentle, I'm not going to take my time, but that doesn't mean I don't love you and that I don't want you to enjoy the feeling of us. It is going to happen again unless you tell me no." I didn't respond. "I'll take that as a yes. You know what to say if it doesn't feel right. I'll listen for it." His tone was flat all the way through his speech, But when he said he loved me, my heart swelled at the emotion he was masking with his voice. "Please tell me you understand." I nodded.

He fell upon me in an instant, carefully bracing his fall to ensure that he didn't actually land on me and hurt me for real. He ground hard on my backside as his hand captured my wrists and pulled them above my head. He was hard and hot and then he was in me again. I tensed. I was his prisoner. He did what he pleased with me. He bit gently at my ear and my neck. I bit back a scream. I made a very minimal attempt to get away from him. He pulled me back. "You don't get to get away so easily. You're going to have to earn it." He moved off me and turned me over and roughly took my lips with his. "I can't not kiss you. I just can't." His lips and tongue tangled with mine while his hands roamed my body. He found my eyes and held them. Everything in him softened. I was looking at the man I thought I knew. He brought everything to a halt and just kissed me tenderly for a long minute before he resumed his attack. There was clearly a confliction in him. That kiss was tender and sweet, just as soothing and gentle as could be. Yet everything else was rough and undefined.

He growled again and tugged at my jeans. "Take them off completely So I can spread you open." I was a little shocked at the pure aggression I found in his voice. I hesitated. "NOW." It wasn't loud but it was spoken in his lower register. I moved immediately to do as he commanded. He claimed my lips again. His nails dug gently into my back and hips, his teeth bit my lips and tongue he growled into my open mouth. We moaned. I hated to admit that though he wasn't giving me his tender love I enjoyed it. It was him and not someone I didn't want. I wanted him. All of him. I withheld his middle name from my lips, just as I had before. I reached for him and he pushed my hand away. "No. Keep them to yourself for now," he said with tension building in his voice. I wasn't sure how I felt until I looked into his eyes. There he was, my sweet Avi was still there in his eyes, he was missing from his tone and actions. He looked down the length of my body. He ran his fingers under the band of my panties. "You forgot something. These are still on your body," he said as his lips dove for my neck. He moved the crotch of my panties out of the way and shoved two fingers in me. He was careful and rough all at the same moment. I thought I was going to lose it right then. "Take them off." He commanded. He pulled his fingers out of me and pushed my legs open so he'd have better access, then drove them right back in while he bit my neck. I couldn't take my panties off.

His hips ground him against my hip driving his hard body against mine. I could feel what I really wanted so keenly. I wanted to touch him to pull his lips back to mine, but he told me not to. He wouldn't hurt me if I didn't obey him, but I wanted to do what he told me too. I had never in my life wanted to obey any man like I did him.

He was impressively aroused. He was so hard against my hip it felt like he was rubbing a rock against me. I wanted him, all of him inside me. I whined. He refused and kept working me with his fingers until I couldn't stop moaning his name. He knew exactly how to get me. It didn't take long to get me there. I whispered his name. He smiled.

"You should not have left these on." He said and he kissed me gently again.

"I can take them off for you, now." I reached for them and moved my hips up so I could slide them down. He put his hand on my belly and pushed my hips back down.

"You had your chance to do as you were told. Now. You are going to have to pay the price for disobeying me." I looked at him rather pitifully. He shook his head. "I can't do that to you again. Just get on your knees."

He grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my knees. Then dove right into me with a grunt. Our bodies were slapping together rapidly within seconds. I was just about to release when he pulled out and quickly flipped me over. My jeans and underwear trapped my knees so he couldn't get between my legs like he wanted to. He jerked one leg off and crashed down over me. He kept one leg straight and bent the other forcing my legs open and made good on his promise to spread me open. Then he was in me again pounding aimlessly into my body with his. I don't know how many times I screamed his name I can only recall the one time he cried mine before he collapsed against me.

We lay quiet and still together. He kissed me gently and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. We recovered ourselves, picked up the blanket shook it out and stowed it and moved on out. Later he took my hand. "Are you okay?" The conversation hadn't resumed since he attacked me.

"Yes, what brought that on?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Are you mad at me for some reason?" The tears that were threatening to fall, fell. I hated being so sensitive. I felt a little out of sorts. That was oddly aggressive for him and very confusing for me. He felt good in me, but he was more distant then he had previously been with me. Until he kissed me. Then he was him. I was hurt and confused by it all.

"No. Why would you think that?" Was he fucking dumb? I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to him.

"You just fucked me, not once, but twice!" The tears were rolling, there was no stopping them. He stood stunned, silent and chastised. "And you have nothing to say for it!" I turned to walk away. He held me fast.

"I did what now?" I thought he'd be angry. He wasn't yet. Not until my brain got ahead of my heart and I said the stupidest thing I've ever said.

"You heard what I said. You fucked me!" I hissed at him. I leaned into him so I could be close to his face and ensure that he heard me. I don't know if I was angry at him or me or just hurt because I felt different. He was appalled and outraged.

"Where the fuck did that bullshit come from? I did not just fuck you!"

"Then what do you call that?" I pointed up the trail as if we could be seen off to the side of it.

"I don't recall hearing you complain at the time. If you wanted me to stop, you knew how to make me. So why didn't you? Do you want me to fuck you? Because I didn't just fuck you. Trust me. That is not what that was. Do you want to fuck me then? Are you already tired of making love to me?" His face had gone red, I could see the veins on his neck and forehead. I touched a nerve. I was upset yes. It was just a bit too detached for me, but I didn't expect him to get dialed to an 11 when called on it. It was my turn to be stunned silent. All of this it came out of nowhere. My feelings, his feelings they were elevated. We hadn't discussed any sexual proclivities that either of us might have, we had talked about so many things in the short time we'd been together, but we had not talked about that. He was breathing heavily, his nostrils flared. He was pissed. He bunched his fist at his side. I didn't think he knew how to be angry. I was very wrong. He did. "I'm so pissed right now I could fuck you, angry fuck you. Is that what you want? I'm sure I could make it hurt. Do you want that? Huh? Do you want me to be an asshole to you? Fuck woman. I love you. And it scares me so much. I wasn't trying to be an asshole." His anger died quickly. He wiped a tear from my face after he wiped away his own and pulled me into his arms. "It was just a fantasy. A stupid one. I'm sorry. I didn't explain myself to you or make it clear to you that I love you. I'm so sorry to put this hurt on you." He rubbed my back and squeezed me tight. "Please forgive me."