Crash Into Me

By Twinb80

Chapter Five: Crash Into Me

She blinked her eyes again and began to sit up. Justin moved from his kneeling position and got to his feet as well. She looked up at him, not knowing what to expect now. He had left without saying a word and had appeared displeased with her. But now he was smiling, and he appeared happy to see her. She didn't know what to say so she returned his smile. His smile widened as his eyes lowered to her chest. She looked down and saw that the top of her new gown had lowered exposing the top of her breasts to him. She blushed bringing her hand to the top of her gown covering her breasts once more. She could feel his gaze still on her and knew that she would have to lift her head to meet his eyes. She sighed and brought her eyes back to his face. He was still smiling at her and she grinned back at him. Maybe now they could begin their open relationship with one another. Like she had thought they would when she came down the stairs earlier that night. He had requested to see her and she had welcomed this new part of their lives. Then he had left without saying a word. Iris frowned as she remembered how he looked at her and then left. What was going to happen now? She stood up from the couch and walked away from him toward the radio. Her hand found the radio dial and she turned it off.

The silence once again filled the room and she found that she didn't want to turn around. Didn't want to see the look of rejection on his face again after eyeing her body. His voice called out to her, asking if she was alright. She nodded her head and said a silent prayer, turning to face him. He still appeared happy to see her and she hoped that he would tell her where he had gone tonight. The hallway clock chimed twelve times filling the silence between them. Iris sighed and began to walk towards the stairs. If he wouldn't talk to her, then there was nothing else to be said tonight. She was halfway across the dining room when she heard his voice call out her name. Finally he was going to tell her where he had gone, she thought. Iris turned around and waited for him to speak. He was still standing in the living room and she watched as he walked over to her. Her patience began to wear thin as she realized how late it had become. If he didn't speak soon she was going to leave him there. She was tired and tonight had never seemed to want to end. All she wanted right now was to crawl into bed, and sleep away the last remaining hours before getting up to start a new day. He stood before her, still not saying anything. She pressed her lips together, annoyed at how he was acting. Like a child. Fine, she thought, let him be a child I am going to bed.

Goodnight, Justin." She turned to leave him and was almost to the stairs when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She sighed again, her annoyance growing with each passing second.

"Wait...I mean...aren't you hungry?" he finally asked. She turned around and his hand left her shoulder. Hungry? He was asking her if she wanted to eat something at this late hour? She meet his gaze and found him to be sincere in his question to her. He really was hungry and she knew that they had some leftovers in the refrigerator if he wanted them.

"No, I am not hungry. But I can see that you are...follow me."

He nodded his head and watched as she passed into the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and turned the lights on. She winced at the sudden brightness but didn't say anything to him. He watched as she brought a cup and a plate down from one of the cabinets and placed them on the counter. She then walked over to the refrigerator and opened the door. He took his chance as she leaned into it, seeing what food was inside. So lost in her own thoughts of what he would like, she didn't hear as he walked over to her. Her mind was racing through the choices before her and if she really wanted to turn the stove on this late at night.

"Would you like a peanut butter sandwich instead of ----"

His hands grabbed her hips, surprising her. She hadn't heard him walk over to her and now his hands were holding her tightly. She leaned back out of the refigator with one hand still on the door. The light in the refrigerator bounced off her robe as she waited for him to speak.

He lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered:

"Food wasn't what I had in mind, dear."

She began to blush again at his meaning and watched as his hands began to untie the belt to her robe. At the same time he lowered his head until she felt his breath hot against her neck.

"Justin...I..."

She tried to find the words to ask where he had gone tonight, but his mouth descended on her neck and she forgot what she wanted to ask him. Her hand grabbed the refrigerator door as he began to bite and kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his chest. He brought his right hand up from his side and rested it on top of her hand, still holding the door. His left arm snaked around her waist as he bit her throat, this time drawing a little blood. A soft moan escaped her mouth as he began to suck her neck. She knew she should be furious with him for leaving such a mark on her, but at that moment, she didn't care. The only thought racing through her mind was that she didn't want him to stop. His left hand found her breasts and she let out another moan. His fingers laced through hers as they both grabbed at the door to the refrigerator. His left hand to continue to grope her breasts and she found herself trembling.

She wanted to feel him inside her again like upstairs. He had been a little rougher with her than in the past and she had thought he was trying to break her body in two. She hadn't asked him to stop, but instead found herself wanting more of what he was doing to her. His left hand abandoned her breasts and she whimpered her disapproval. His mouth also left her throat, and she opened her eyes, about to tell him of her displeasure at his actions. Her gaze meet his but before she could speak his mouth descended on hers again. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the feeling of his mouth. His left hand found her hip and he pulled her backwards with him, shutting the refrigerator door in the process.

She felt his mouth leave hers and she opened her eyes once more. He was still standing behind her and she could feel his arousal pressed up against her. His hands found her shoulders and he removed her robe from her body. The robe lay discarded on the kitchen floor as he brought his hands back to her shoulders. He turned her around and his mouth once more found hers. His arms encircled her waist and she held onto his arms. Her nails dug into his shirt as the kitchen table pressed into her back. Their kisses intensified to the point that the need to be satified grew to a demand. His mouth left hers and was once again playing at her throat. The kitchen was filled with her gasps and moans as his hands roamed over her behind and between her legs.

Justin smiled into her throat as he heard her response to his touches. He wanted her to be screaming his name when he was done with her tonight. He brought his hands away from her body and pulled her gown up to her waist. His mouth left her neck and he stared into her eyes. He wanted to remember everything about their last night together. How she looked as he rammed himself into her over and over. Watching her as she cried out his name between her moans and groans. They continued to stare at one another as his hands found her waist and he lifted her up onto the table.

Her legs were closed, but he knew how to fix that. He brought his mouth down onto hers as her hands grabbed the table's edge. His hands found her thighs and shoved them open. She moaned into his mouth as he stepped in between her legs. Their arms wrapped around each other as they continued to kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to grind against her.

She met his movements and the kitchen was once again filled with their moans. Her hands pulled his suspenders down and moved to his pants. He moaned into her mouth and drew away from her, his eyes meeting her startled gaze. He leaned foreward and kissed her forehead. His hands found her underwear and she helped him take them off. He then whispered in her ear to close her eyes. She did as she was told and listened as he removed the last of his clothing. His mouth was once again near her ear. "Keep them closed." She nodded her head and waited to see what was going to happen next. She could sense him standing before her in between her legs and she began to blush again as he continue to stare at her. His hands lay on her hips and she turned bright red for no reason at all. A few moments passed and she wondered if she should open her eyes even though he had told her not to. She slowly began to open her eyes and his hands left her waist lifting her up. Before she could get her eyes opened completely, he thrust himself inside her. Her eyes flew open as she cried out at the forced intrusion. Her nails dug into his back and he growled at her touch. Before she could say anything he began to slowly move inside her and she became lost in his embrace. Their mouths met once more and their bodies began to move as one. Her nails continued to dig into his back and he found himself enjoying the sensation. His mouth left hers and he met her eyes. He brought his hand to her chest, gently pushed her back onto the table, and adjusted his position within her.

She lay there shocked, staring up at the ceiling as he adjusted her legs around him. She had never been away from his body when they made love. Her eyes found the kitchen lights to be blaring and she closed her eyes. He began to move inside her again slowly. She was thankful for that. His hands held her hips tightly as they began to move as one. His movements increased and she found herself arching her back, throwing her head back as well. Her hands clutched at the table's edges and she found herself losing control again. Their voices became louder with every movement between them. Her body tightened and she feared she was going to break into two for real this time. Every thrust of his became faster and rougher, and she found she couldn't get enough of them.

His voice filled the kitchen with her real name, echoing across the room like a prayer. Iris found herself calling out his real name in kind, and just when she could take no more, her body tightened one final time. Before his name had died in the air, he came inside her, adding her own name to his. Then there was silence.