Trying Not To Love You

Part Twenty One

Chapter Twenty One

Martha’s heartbeat deafened her, hardly able to believe she’d made that move; it was against everything she believed. But he didn’t fail her, the kiss was...everything. Her body ached and all she knew was him. His hands had lifted to cup her face, long fingers that cherished her as he anchored her still, then slid into her hair as he groaned against her lips. With every touch of his fingers, her skin burst into flames, and with each surge of his lips he pulled her closer, securing her tightly to him. His lips were furious, and she responded with fervour. It was too desperate to be sensitive or nurturing, instead it bordered on feral, violent. But it wasn’t just him, it was her too. She knew she’d never known hunger like this, never wanted something or someone as much as she did this man, now at this very moment.

As he fought to dominate her lips, to control her, he backed her towards the door and she staggered at the sudden surge of movement, unable to focus on his mouth, his hands, his pelvis pressing into her AND the fact that her feet needed to move to keep up with her body. Grunting he slid his arms around her body supporting her, and pressed her against the wall.

She’d never felt so devoured, so worshipped, and that was just one kiss. She threw her arms around his neck as his teeth moved to her ear, then she pushed back, wanting a bit of control herself, needing to get away from the restriction of the wall behind her. Stepping back Sonny crashed into the kitchen table, hitting over a mug of tea, but neither cared about the mess, instead, he forced her on with two more awkward steps that took them both towards the utility room. It was a battle of wills, both needing the other urgently, and for the moment he was dictating as Martha was swamped by his ravenous mouth.

In the safety of that darkened room, Sonny kicked the door closed locking them both in half light, then pressed her up against it, trying his best to control the ardour that threatened to take over everything, he’d never wanted to bury himself inside someone with such desperation, not in a sexual way, but in a possessive way, he wanted to BE part of her. Then he gasped as Martha started to drag at his clothing, pushing up his t-shirt.

Lifting his head for a moment he allowed her to slide the garment over his head, and toss it to the floor. Then he devoured those gorgeous lips once again.

He wasn’t a selfish lover, but he’d always been visual, loving to look at his partners, gorging his eyes on their bodies, watching each touch and taste, but today, here, now, all he wanted was Martha’s hands on him, touching him, he craved the sensation of those small hands roaming over his skin, and the darkness only seemed to enhance things.

Once again he trailed his mouth to her throat biting at the sensitive skin, smiling at the goose bumps that were her response, she lashed out her tongue and lapped at his earlobe as her fingers sought out his nipples and tweaked them into hard points. He almost exploded on the spot.

Martha had waited forever to touch that body, those firm muscles, that smooth flesh, and she was in no rush to finish. If she assessed things fully she was surprised at her ardour, her desperation, but it was SO long since a man had excited her life this...no, that was a lie, no one had ever made her feel like this. Her heart was pounding, sensations sizzled through her like electric shocks, her legs were wobbling and she was fighting for breath. But it was amazing, and terrifying. As her legs buckled, he lowered a hand from her jaw to cup her backside, pulling her against him, hard and firm along her length.

It was a noise from behind the door that made them both freeze, “Martha?”

It was her father, they’d obviously disturbed him. She had a split second to make a decision, as her hand moved to the door handle to reassure the older man Sonny lowered his lips to her ears and whispered, “upstairs, my old room.”