"Then don't hold back"

“Well then don’t hold back,” You reply, the words past your mouth before you have a chance to think about them.

However you don’t have time to take them back either as in an instant you feel the hands that had previously rested passively on your hips take a tight grip on you. With a shout you are flipped on your back. Before you can even catch you breath Wesker's mouth is on yours, his tongue sliding aggressively into your mouth as you feel your own trousers being roughly yanked away.

You struggle to catch your breath as the kiss is broken, your heart pounding as you see a side of him that you never would have thought existed. As he looms over you, you can feel the heat of his member pressing at your opening. The heat from his body and the animalistic painting seems to awaken something inside of you as well.

Reaching up you roughly grip the back of his head and pull him down to you. As your mouths meet again he thrusts his hips forward, you moan and cry into his mouth as you feel him split you open. The delicious friction as his cock slides inside of you, easily gliding through your well lubricated folds.

In a single thrust he buries himself inside of you, previously he would pause then, either to catch his own breath or to allow you to do the same. Not this time however, this time he drew back straight away only to thrust back in twice as hard the next time. His hands went to your legs, pulling them upward and pulling you further under him so that his thrusts become nearly vertical.

With a animal lust he took you on the soil, his head buried in your shoulder, his panting breath loud in your ear as he sawed himself in and out of you. With every hammer drop you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge of that strange pressure you had felt before.

When Wesker's mouth somehow found its way to your breasts, his tongue sliding over your erect nipple before he bit down on it. The sensation somehow become pleasure instead of the expected pain. That was enough to finally push you over the edge, the world seemed to fade out at the edges.

You were distantly aware of a sound like a wounded animal and of a strange sense of warmth as the orgasm overtook you. So unexpected and so often denied that it hid you with the strength of a tidal way.