Terry - Possession

                His head pounded a bit and he felt his hands fist. He took a long drink from the bottle of water sitting on the table beside him hoping it would help calm him. It wasn’t her first love scene with Scott but that didn’t make it any easier for him. Watching another man touch his wife, though he knew she would never let it get out of hand, was one of the hardest things Tony had to endure.

“What did you think?” she asked, making a beeline for him after finishing the scene.

“Beautiful as always” he pulled her against him, a little rougher than he intended, knotting his fingers in her hair and joining their lips.

“Thanks” she felt dizzy when he finally pulled his lips from hers. The kiss that she had expected to be sweet and chaste had turned into something much more penetrating.

“Great scene Ker” smiled Scott pulling her into an awkward embrace and kissing her cheek, “Always magnificent working with you” Tony swore that Scott smirked in his direction before turning to walk away, a gesture that only fanned the flames raging within him.

                Kerry turned in time to see the less than friendly look he had fixed upon Scott.

“Come on” his voice was gruff when he took her hand and led her from the set. It was difficult for her to keep up with Tony’s long strides and she found herself rapidly losing her breath as they hastened in the direction of her trailer.

“Where are you taking me?” she panted, her leg muscles burning.

                Tony didn’t answer but continued at an inexorable pace. Struggling to keep up with him, so out of breath, Kerry found herself both bewildered and aroused. His large hand gripping hers, the sting in her muscles, her breaths reduced to gasps.

                He slowed when they reached her trailer, opening the door and pulling her inside. No sooner had the door closed then he was all over her. She felt the steel of the door cold through the thin t-shirt she wore, his fingers seizing her jaw, his mouth hard on hers. His other hand moved to the button on her jeans, his adeptness at quickly undressing her never ceasing to amaze. Her hands clutched his back muscles, then caught in his hair as their tongues strove for dominance.

                There was a rip then her shirt yanking over her head. How had he managed to barely let his mouth leave hers? Her bra was gone with the work of his single free hand and her jeans descended her thighs. She was frozen when he released her momentarily to pull her jeans the rest of the way off, tossing them aside and turning his attention to her panties. She looked down at him, pleading, when he hooked a single finger beneath the satin. Her mouth went dry as he roughly ran his finger beneath the delicate fabric. She throbbed with desire watching his single digit hook the fabric, running from front to back, torturing her when his knuckle dragged through her wetness, then pulled along her now glistening mocha thighs and down to her feet.

                He stepped back, looking at his wife naked before him. A smirk curled the edge of his mouth then his sweatshirt was off and his jeans joined hers in a haphazard pile before he advanced on her again.

“Tony” it was a question and a statement. He didn’t answer, fixated on possessing her entire body.

                He kissed her hard against the door for several minutes, her lips, her neck, her chest, his thumb digging into her jaw as he held her in place, feeling her body submit to his. Their breathing was erratic, his grunts interspersed with her mews.

“Mine” his hand glided to her ass. Words escaped her and she moaned her consent before she felt his arm loop around her from behind and a finger press into her heat. She squealed at the shock, his sweltering mouth finding the curve of her neck and rumbling, “All mine”.

                She nearly came apart at the sound of his voice mixed with the heat of his breath and his erection grinding against her bundle of nerves as his fingers continued to endeavor in her wetness.

                Removing his fingers, he pulled back from her, his hand still on her jaw. She watched, eyes dark with passion, as he licked her essence from his fingers. Her red, bee-stung lips were slightly parted, chest heaving, eyes transfixed by the man standing in front of her. He was tall, muscular, ruggedly handsome, and, in this moment, hell bent on driving her mad. Before rational thought could completely take over he hoisted her in his arms, moving her roughly to the couch.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere” he grinned, pulling her back towards him when she tried to scurry away. Then somehow she was under him, chests pressed together, one of his hands lifting her hips the other gripping the hair at the nape of her neck. She didn’t think their connection could get any more intense, then he was inside her, stretching her, moving in and out, the pleasure a stark paradox.

“Tony” she managed to gasp causing him to grip her hair tighter and return his left hand to her neck and jaw. His blue eyes had long ago turned stormy grey, his hands hot and forceful, his kisses rough.

“Tell me Kerry” he spoke through gritted teeth as he pounded into her.

“Tony” she only managed his name again, unable to force her brain to produce other words. He was her singular thought, his hands, eyes, and body her lone focus.

“Tell me” he demanded again, his fingers tightening on her jaw his strokes harder and deeper.

                The quiver started low in her core, coursing deeper, unfurling, each thrust compelling it forward. She knew she was close to the edge and felt Tony stiffen in a manner she knew meant he wouldn’t be far behind. She frowned slightly, not wanting their fervent contact to cease.

“Tell me” his baritone pulled her attention back to him. Her nails scratched a long trail down his back, heels hooked behind his thighs.

                Her head spun in pleasure and anticipation, her lips finally forming the words he wanted to hear, “I’m all yours Tony”

“Yes” he grunted though gritted teeth, thrusting twice more before dumping his hot seed into her as she writhed beneath him.

                His head fell to her shoulder, his panting breath skimming the flesh of her chest and neck. She allowed her fingers to wander through his curls, damp from their passion. Her eyes closed as she shifted slightly, feeling soreness already beginning to settle in.

“What was that about?” she was first to break the silence.

                He lifted his head, meeting her eyes, the coy expression on her face not lost on him.

“I don’t like when he touches you” his eyes were dark blue.

“It’s all pretend” she insisted.

“But he wants it to be real” he countered, drawing a laugh from her.

“It will never happen” she assured, her finger tracing his jaw and lips, “You have no reason to be jealous. I’m all yours. I love you.”

                He sat up, reaching for a bottle of water from the refrigerator, “I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful and I still don’t quite understand why you chose me….”

                Kerry couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped her. She thought back to the first time she saw Tony, the first time they met, the first time he kissed her, the night they first made love. From the first time she looked into his steel blue eyes she was his, he owned her, and nothing could ever change that. And as scary as that thought had been to her when she first admitted it to herself she knew the same was true for him. The mere touch of her hand and he would submit, his 6’2” frame surrendering to every whim of her 5’2” form.

“I’m all yours” she again insisted, watching him swallow the cool water then offer the bottle to her. She took a long drink then he was moving towards her again, eyes darkening anew.

“Show me” his voice was gravely, sending a chill down her spine.

“What?” her words hung heavy with lust as she gave him a demure smile.

“Show me” he turned her to face away from him, looping his arm around her lower abdomen, “that you’re” his left hand found its favorite spot on her neck, “all” his erection pressed against her inner thigh, “MINE”. His mouth met the base of her neck, kissing, sucking, biting, then allowing the slow movement of his tongue to calm the sting.

                She pressed back against him, her heat grinding against his thigh and he rewarded her with a tighter grip on her neck and the friction of his leg against her center.

“Tony” it was a garroted plea, “please….”

“Please what?” his teeth tensing over the flesh of her earlobe.

“Please…..I need…..I’m…..” then he was inside her and language escaped her, replaced by their low moans.

                Being behind, watching himself disappear into her, feeling her hold him tight and submit to his every whim, was intoxicating. His toes curled and his mouth sought out new flesh to savor.  She reached back to grip his thighs, fingers pressing into his skin. He looked down at the small hand gripping his leg, the contact causing him to press deeper into her.

                His hand slid on her jaw, close enough to her mouth for her to suck the tip of his first finger between her sultry lips. She felt him flinch at the sensation, stilling for a moment then his breath was against her neck, his finger further in her mouth, his chest pressed against her back.

“My bad Kerry” every nerve in her body was at attention, time slowed, and goose bumps prickled her skin. Then his chest left her back, his hand returning to her neck, and the most exquisite colliding of pain and pleasure when his open hand came in contact with her ass just as he thrust into her.

“Fuck” an involuntary scream from her as he set his pace anew.

“God I love your ass” his hand brushed the reddened skin.

                She had no idea what was happening, her senses blurred by his proximity, the heat, the pace he set and the mingled sounds of their lovemaking. She easily forgot that they were likely within earshot of others when she found herself begging, pleading, “harder” he obeyed, “faster” he obliged, then her voice louder than either of them had ever heard it, “Fuck me Tony” as she hurtled over the edge into the abyss, pulling him with her in a mass of blurted expletives.

                They lay in a sweaty heap, each surveying the marks they’d left on the other.

“I’m sorry...” he breathed against the soft flesh of her neck, “if I hurt you.”

“No…” she wrapped one of his curls around her finger, “it was…. Wonderful.”

                Their lips and hands soothed bite marks, scratches, reddened welts. They spoke words of devotion and gratitude until the chill in the room sent them searching out their discarded articles of clothing. They dressed slowly, trading kisses and gentle caresses.

“Should I go out first?” he asked, holding her against him and stealing one last kiss.

“We don’t have to hide” she smiled into his neck, “people know…”

“If they didn’t before today they sure do now” he joked, “You’re loud for such a tiny woman.”

                She swatted him playfully, his crooked grin betraying his pride in making her completely lose control.  He laughed again, picking up his keys and pulling her against his side. 

                They emerged from her trailer, breathing a collective sigh of relief that no one appeared to be nearby, and walked quickly to his car. He couldn’t keep the pleased smile from his face when he saw her wince slightly when she sat.

                He bent to kiss her lips, murmuring “bad Kerry”

                Her fingers caught the hair at the back of his head, her tongue pressing between his lips, tangling with his.

“Bad Kerry” he whispered again as he sampled the soft skin of her neck, “I can’t wait to get you home”

                Tony slid into the driver’s seat, slipping the key into the ignition and putting the car in gear. As he eased the car out onto the street he allowed his hand to venture to her thigh. Her body flushed at the mere contact of his hand. How could this man continue to have such an effect on her?

                When his hand stilled just below the bend in her hip she lowered herself in her seat, seeking the contact of his hand where she needed it most.

“I hate days when you shoot with him” he pretended not to notice her squirming, even as she tried harder to move beneath his hand, “I hate the way he looks at you. The way he talks to you. He thinks he could have you….” His voice trailed off and his hand moved towards her knee drawing a disappointed sigh.

“He couldn’t” her voice was quiet but the lust was apparent.

                Unable to take much more and needing further contact, she slid her nails along the top of his leg, then her hand ventured along his inner thigh. His breath caught and he pressed just a little harder on the accelerator, “You’re going to cause an accident” his voice was both full of warning and brimming with desire.

                She peered at him with dark, rapacious eyes, “Pull over” her husky voice surprised even her.

“We’re almost home” he whimpered, unsure how much longer he could stand her hand along the bulge in his pants. He moved his hand along her thigh again, hoping to distract her.

                He unfastened the button of her jeans with one hand. And he’s not even right-handed she thought. His hand sliding beneath the satin of her panties served as adequate distraction and her hand left his thigh.

“Tony” her hips bucked against the fingers sliding through her folds.

                Thankfully their house came into view and he parked the car in the garage before hurrying to open her door. She stood on wobbly legs, jeans still unbuttoned, in a haze of desire. Hand in hand they moved toward the door, tearing at one another’s clothes once inside. They left a trail of discarded articles as they made their way up the stairs, barely making it to their bedroom before he had her pressed against the wall, plunging into her. Hands gripping hair, nails moving along his scalp, fingers buried in her hips, branding one another with their teeth and lips. The only sounds above the joining of flesh, their repeated cries of “mine” and “yours”.