Chapter 16 #2
Luckily, he walks up the stairs, and my heart races until the moment he looms in the doorway.
Sharp-looking, his eyes burning with darkness and a smile.
He appears calm and collected.
Unfazed about what just happened.
And then he dips his eyes to my dress, and a flicker of lust threads through his stare, as a deep masculine need he’s kept concealed from me until now finally emerges.
I’m flattered and nervous at the same time.
“You’ve changed,” he says, walking toward me as I watch him from the patio door, with a hand planted on my hip, the other gripping the doorframe.
There’s no mention of what just happened.
Following his lead, I don’t make a fuss about it either.
His eyes move over my body with pleasure and anticipation. The kind I always wanted to ignite in a man’s eyes.
If the other dress made him guess, taunting him to no end, this one showcases my best assets.
It makes me look more mature and sophisticated, and he makes no secret of how much he likes it.
A few lit candles cast a glow around the room, softening the tones of everything, yet not the fire blazing in his eyes.
“Are you still hungry?” he asks in the tone of someone who wants something other than food right now, as he closes the gap between us.
“I’m all right,” I say with a smile.
He has a sultry grin on his lips, a smile I’m already cherishing so much.A grin that makes me forget about what just happened.
I kind of sense where he’s coming from.I’ve been to that place as well.
My first thought this evening when his men fought the intruders was that I wouldn’t see him again, and my biggest regret was that I hadn’t slept with him.
If he had the same thought, that would explain the way he looks at me now.
With famished pleasure, with dirty thoughts in his mind.With unholy things in his soul.
He props his hand next to mine on the doorframe and pulls up so close to me that I get drunk on his scent.
Testosterone, masculine sweat, and a hint of that fading aroma of aftershave.
His eyes dip, heavy and lustful.
He smells like bourbon, too, and the thought that he just had a drink before he came up to me turns me on.
I might be in for a nice surprise, as he might unleash a different man on me.
Different from the calculated, principled man.
He slides his hand around my waist and squeezes me slightly, gauging my reaction.
Having trouble breathing, I peel my hand off the doorframe and run my fingers over his cheek and lips.
He kisses my touch with fervor in his eyes, looking at me this time, letting me know exactly what he wants from me.
Smiling, I drag my hand down from his lips, follow his muscled neck, and undo another button at his neckline, and then another one until the top of his chest fills my view.
He observes me in silence as I stroke his skin, turning him on, arousing myself. Then I lift my gaze to him, and we get drunk on each other.
This is it. This is our moment. It’s finally happening, and reality supersedes my imagination.
Nothing will stop us now.
I just got my wish granted. One night with him, and no one will take him away from me.
He will forever be mine.
And I will forever be his.
I’ll do anything for him, and he’ll do anything for me.
These should be our wedding vows.
Or they should be scribbled on our tombstones.
I just need this with him.
I erase the space between us completely, so I can feel how hard he is, and a sigh of pleasure leaves my lips as I slowly lower my eyelids, and make the most out of the sensation.
Slowly, I lock my arms around his neck and press my chest into his torso.I wish I had undone another button so I could press myself against his skin.
He wraps his arms around me, towering over me. He holds me as I lean back and he comes forward, and his lips crash onto mine with a determination I’ve never seen in him before.
The time for quiet explorations has come to an end.
We arrived where we were supposed to be, and I have wanted to be with him.
He slowly parts my lips and slides his tongue into my mouth, and I instantly moan, since I know what that means.
I know there is no turning back.
Nothing will stop us.
We’re already hot for each other, brimming with tension, anxious to start this journey into the unknown, and ready to take all the risks.
His kiss gets me drunk within seconds, faster than the most alcoholic beverage. The most potent drug.
My breath becomes his as my heat blends into his.
He’s held back more than I could imagine, it seems, as he roughly tugs at a cup and pulls it down to free my boob and take the frightened, jiggling thing in his hand to squeeze it and mistreat it, sending arrows of intense pleasure to my core.
My center pulses, and wetness trickles from inside me, dampening my panties.
My thighs follow suit and clench together, although all I want is to have his hand ride up my dress and part them.
I’ve been churning out heat I barely managed to contain for the last I don’t know how many months?
Too many to count.
No amount of arching and touching myself compares to how it feels to have his tongue down my throat, his hand freeing my other boob and now pulling at the bow behind my back and unzipping my top so I can be naked down to the waist and pressed against him.
He flicks his waistcoat off and unbuttons his shirt down to his waist without stopping the kiss.
And then we hungrily collide.
My bare tits against his bare hard torso. His hard-on against my abdomen. His hand roughly stroking my chest, while the kiss pushes us to the edge.
I didn’t think it would happen so fast. I never thought that I’d be ready to come without him entering me.
I wish I could touch him, but things happen so fast, and the sensation is so intense that I can only hold onto him while he breaks every morsel of logic and removes every possibility of me being sober.
He doesn’t seem anxious to undo his belt, which may be a sign of how far he’s willing to take this tonight.
I’m not the one to complain.
If he touched another inch of my body the way he touches my boobs, I’d probably be done.
I just want to show him how hungry I am for him and how he affects me.
As if he knows what’s in my head, he moves one hand to the back of my hair and starts kissing a trail of pleasure down my neck, while reaching for the hemline of my skirt.
I fall back against the doorframe, waiting for that moment of exhilaration, when his fingers travel up between my thighs.
His mouth travels farther down, and soon after, a nipple throbs with pain and pleasure between his lips while both my hands move through his hair and quiet moans crawl up my throat before flying into the night.
“Oh… Callum.”
My breathing quickens in anticipation, his hand already between my knees, moving up and up.
My legs begin to shake while my chest moves rapidly up and down, pushing against his mouth.
My back arches and my hips push forward as he rides my skirt up, and he barely gets there.
Barely touches my slit through my damp panties, and a swirl of intense pleasure threatens to undo me.
“Stop for a moment,” I pant. “Or I’ll come,” I add with an embarrassed smile on my face.
He straightens, grinning at me with unfocused eyes, claiming my mouth again and stroking my boobs before grabbing my ass and grinding his hard cock against my abdomen slowly.
My insides are about to explode. The sensation now is even more intense.
Since his fingers are no longer there, they are even more needed there.
I grind into him as well as a blaze of dark fire sweeps through both of us.
Fiercely, we lock our lips into a kiss that is about to make us come. He is iron-hard against my body, and I’m wet, my panties soaked.
He slides his hand inside the back of my dress, his touch straight on my skin, and then inside my panties.
My pussy pulses and I quickly inch closer to the edge, a volcano of desire ready to swallow me whole.
I’m so hungry for him that it will take a long time to get slightly satiated.
Swept away in a trance, I move against him as if we’re locked on a crisp sheet on the bed. As if nothing awaits us in this world.
As if the only thing we are meant to do is this.
“Please touch me now. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Kissing me again, he pushes his hand down my panties, following the swell of my ass, and touches the throbbing flesh between my legs.
A shot of intense pleasure moves through me at light speed, making me shudder, almost tipping me over.
“If you know how to prolong this, I’ll forever be grateful,” I say, not knowing how to do it myself.
Trailing my neck again, he moves his fingers between my legs from behind, barely touching me, so he doesn’t provide enough pressure to get me off.
Stubbornly, I rub myself against the ridge of his erection, teased out of my mind, moving my lips and tongue with him in a lustful fest.
He seems to be getting tenser, signaling that he has a hard time holding back as well.
Crooked and twisted, my dress barely clings to me when he removes his hand from my ass and slides it under my skirt again.
It moves faster this time and grabs my pussy through my panties, making me scream against his mouth.
He laughs, and I do too, and then we kiss, while he palms my sex.
In no way will this slow us down.
We both just realized that we need to let things happen.
Moving the heel of his palm, he massages my clit through my underwear, making me taste the most delicious foreplay ever, before he uses his deft fingers and tugs the band of fabric strapped over my sex to the side, and dips them into a pool of wetness.
A sigh falls from my lips as I pull back to look at him while he intimately touches me.
“Callum,” I murmur, fully knowing that this is the end for me.
There is something so sexy about having the eyes of the man I’ve fallen for drilling deep into mine while he is touching me. Seeing him as high as I am. Noticing that he is ready to do anything for me. Holding that promise in his eyes that he is ready for me.
“It’s amazing…” I manage to say before he comes onto me with that dark villain's dirty look on his face, and he presses his lips onto mine, while sliding his middle finger into me, and finishes me right then.