Chapter 18 #2
I slip out of the chair, sitting with legs either side of his as I dominate his lap.
I take the high ground, angling his face up for better access to the addictive poison of his mouth.
His hands brand my thighs, their burning melting into the hot, wet, need coiling between my legs.
My pulse throbs under my skin, it screams and sings with every second our bodies are pressed together.
Idris suddenly moves his hands so they’re placed under me and stands.
I’m lifted in the air for a moment, breath torn from my lips in surprise as Idris sets me down on the desk.
My skirt bunches around my hips and he stands between my legs and leans forwards to unbalance me.
I cling to his shoulders in my fight with gravity to keep my lips connected to his, as he roughly pulls my hips closer to him.
I try to bite back the mewl as he rubs his thick erection against my sensitive core, the fabric of his trousers our only separation.
I reach for his tunic, yanking the belt free before my fingers make quick work of the pins and buttons.
I tear the fabric away from his chest, dropping my mouth to his skin.
Idris swears, head tilting up as I let my tongue and hands explore the peaks and valleys of his statue.
I pay special attention to a scar close to his heart, peppering it with gentle kisses that drive him wild.
He grabs my chin and roughly pulls my attention back to his lips.
He pushes me down against the papers, muscled arms bulging as he lies over me and pins me in place.
His hands pull down the straps of my dress to reveal my breasts to him, and he takes them in his hands.
I moan, bucking my hips against him as his scorching fingers circle my stiff nipples.
He pinches them between his demanding fingers, bolting white-hot fire into my abdomen and setting me shuddering with my need.
“Idris…” My voice brims with blatant need for him.
I reach down, my hands slipping through the waistband of his trousers as I wrap my fingers around his thick, hard manhood.
I stroke down roughly and Idris elicits a half growl, half moan.
He drives his hips into my hand again, but I refuse to let him take this.
This is my power here, and I work with the same tantalising, destructive slowness he did, being sure to savour every panting breath and agonised pleasure.
“Renza…” It’s barely a whisper, then his head drops to my neck for a moment before his hand whips down. He tears my hands away, lips landing by my ear.
“You want to tease me, huh?” He groans and leans back.
The space between us is brief before his hands grab my hips and yank me onto my feet before him.
He turns me around and pushes me back up against the table.
I lean over the wood, hands splayed on the surface as I hear his trousers hit the floor.
He leans forwards, his hard erection now sitting between my arse cheeks as he rocks his hips against my wet, dripping core. His hot breath lands by my ear.
“How’s this for teasing?” His clever hands swipe down my bared centre, before finding my clit.
I gasp at the lightning bolting through me, driving pain and pleasure in equal measure.
He rocks his cock against me again and his pants are loud and moaning in my ear.
I feel the hot, vicious need building inside me, desperate for release.
I groan, throwing my head back against Idris’s shoulder.
“Idris, please,” I try to say, but words escape me. But he knows, he’s there too.
He pulls his hand back, hands readying himself on my hips as he finds my opening.
He rocks his hips forwards, filling me up inch by inch.
I think I might burst. Damn, he’s so deep I think I might split open.
I moan, as he slides all the way to his hilt.
He grinds, driving me against the wood of the desk.
He starts moving with excruciating slowness, my body a trembling mess of sensation.
But each stroke is faster than the last, each pounding me with a wild, hot explosion of stars he buries deep into my flesh and bones.
He slams harder and harder. Both of us are moaning and growling at the slap of flesh. Idris’s fingers grip so hard onto the flesh of my hips I fear they might be permanently welded there. The cluster of stars in me builds and builds and builds, the pressure in my veins near unendurable.
Then it explodes. I climax, my entire body shuddering and trembling against the devastation of his cock. He follows shortly after, burying his manhood deep inside me with a muffled roar. The two of us go still, panting furiously as he presses a kiss to my sweaty shoulder.
“Let’s clean up,” Idris whispers, planting a kiss to my ear. I chuckle as he puts some space between us and turns around. Idris entirely naked in my study is just too damn delicious, and somehow the seeds of a second round are already brewing beneath my skin.
“Maybe you’re right. Perhaps I should release tension,” I murmur as he plants a cherishing kiss against my slightly swollen lips.
“I’m glad I could convince you,” he murmurs.
“I’m not wholly convinced, though you made some very good arguments,” I tease. Idris lets out a low laugh, eyes twinkling as he rises to the challenge.
“I see. Well, perhaps I can find some more arguments in my favour this evening.”
“Perhaps you can,” I agree.
And with that, Idris and I retire to my bedroom for a few more rounds of convincing.