The way he looks at me makes my whole body tingle. His deep green eyes can see everything. He never seems to miss a thing when he’s watching me.
"I'm not wanting to scare you, but I want you. I want you so much I might have to take you on the floor,” he murmurs, his hands moving around my waist as the door behind me opens.
I feel my skin flush and I see the corners of his lips turn up into a wicked smile, his eyes dark. As his hands smooth over my hips again he gently guides me out of the elevator and onto the floor behind me. Christ, I haven't done anything like this in such a long time and the last time was so long ago and such a disaster. What if it was I who was the one who made it a disappointment the last time? What if I've forgotten what to do? What if he takes one look at me with my slightly too wobbly bits and turns away in disgust? The thoughts make me shudder as his hands tighten on my waist and his lips hone in on my neck, causing me to moan. As he feels me tense, his arms hold me a little tighter, and I feel him kiss my neck gently.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to take you home?" he asks softly.
"I'll be just fine,” I murmur, running my hand over his chest, trying to reassure myself that all is fine again. "I'm with you. I'm safe.”
His hand runs over my cheek and he smiles warmly this time, the heat and lust still there but softened by the adoration radiating from him.
"I will keep you safe for as long as you let me, Sasha. I promise you this,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss me softly. What starts out as tender and reassuring grows little by little until, once again, he has managed to single-handedly get rid of my inhibitions as my fingers curl into his hair and his hands caress me over my dress.
"Oh God,” I moan as his lips leave mine, travelling down my jaw and then down over my neck. "Don't stop,” I cry out as he sucks and nips at my skin, my fingers trailing over his shoulders to hold him tightly.
Before I even know we've moved from the elevator I find myself being set down on a couch, my head cushioned by pillows as he descends over me, his hands curling around me. He is everywhere all at once, and already my body is burning up like nothing I've ever felt before it is both overwhelming and completely intoxicating. My fingers work at his tie until I manage to get it to come loose at the same time as his fingers manage to undo the zip on the side of my dress. My heart races as he peels it away from me, off over my shoulders, forcing me to release my grip on him as he removes it from me. I tense again as the air-conditioned chill of the apartment hits my skin, making my nipples harden to little rock like nubs. I blush as he seems to step away to look at me, everything suddenly slowing as his mesmeric green eyes caress over my skin. I move to hide myself, my hands crossing over my chest and my body sitting up.
"No,” he murmurs, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet, forcing me to stand before him. His thumbs run in circles over the smooth top of my hand. "You are so incredibly beautiful. I could look at you all day,”
I flush, the redness running up from my chest, up over my neck as I stand there, naked apart from the well-chosen but flimsy lace underwear. I look away from him, bashful once more. My hands tingle where he holds them until he runs his hands up over my arms, drawing me into him again. He holds me to him, forcing my head to look up and my eyes to touch his again.
"Don't look away from me, just let me adore you,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to hover over mine as his hands smooth around my waist.
"Yes,” I murmur in reply, a smile curling my lips just as he kisses me, softly. His hands grip me tightly, his fingers pressing softly into my skin as he holds me tighter and tighter until he lifts me off the floor and carries me, without breaking the kiss. My fingers begin to work at the buttons of his shirt again until my hands can smooth over the muscles of his chest which, until now, I have been unable to appreciate, understand the glory of him, but now, my wobbly bits play on my mind only momentarily until a particularly powerful kiss sweeps them away as I feel pillows and cushions envelop my back.
I gasp as his fingers slip beneath the fabric of my panties, his long, powerful fingers fluttering over the centre of me with a dangerously seductive gentleness that makes my neck arch back even as he moans, his lips falling to claim my throat again.
“God, don’t stop.” The command is out of me before I can stop it even as his fingers slip inside me with assured confidence. I feel the agonizing build of tightening warmth, the like I haven’t felt at the hands of a man in quite some time. My hips arch into his hand, begging for more as his teeth close over the achingly hard peak of my breast causing me to cry out, my own fingers speaking into his hair and tightening.
“Sasha, you’re so ready,” he growls against my nipple, the vibrations making me shudder as I shake my head. “Yes, you are.” His whisper is devastatingly seductive as he adds another finger and his thumb slips upwards just slightly to find my agonizingly sensitive clit.
I've never felt this way before, like I could implode at any moment, like there is nothing more consuming than the purity of this pleasure coursing through me. I feel it inside me, burning like a furnace as he adds still more fuel to the fire until there is too much, and suddenly a chorus of heavenly angels sound through my mind. His eyes are all I can see as I force myself to keep my eyes open. My body convulses around his fingers, my body bowing into him as he grips me tightly, his kiss consumes me once more.
He gentles me down with soft murmuring and gentle touches, his lips creep across from my ear towards the corner of my mouth as I struggle to catch my breath. I tremble against the sheets beneath me as I finally come back to reality. I close my eyes for a moment and feel his lips touch mine. His hand retreats from between my thighs and I feel myself throb once more, causing my body to flinch with a single, aching aftershock. I open my eyes again a few moments later to find him hovering above me, looking slightly concerned.
I reach up a quivering hand and cup his cheek and he smiles down at me, his dark eyes warm. "Be gentle with me,” I whisper, pushing his boxers away with my other hand.
He lets me this time and one of his hands pushes my pants down off of my legs. I bend my knees, letting him push them down over my feet. I feel a long, heavy, velvety length press against my inner thigh and I spread my legs apart further, bending my left one up around his hip, pulling him down, closer to me. One of his hands slips into my hair and cradles the back of my head, as his other cups my thigh. I feel him momentarily as he lines himself up against me.
I sway, feeling myself stretch and adjust to accommodate him. I can see the sinews in his arms and neck straining for control over his muscles as his eyes betray his mental battle to control his urges. "Now,” I murmur, sliding off of him a little, and then pulling him back into me.
His eyes close above me as a low, guttural growl escapes his lips. The hand that had been cupping my thigh drops to the bed beside my head as he strains to keep himself held above me. His hips move, taking over the movement and this time, when he pushes back into me I feel an exquisite cold rush of pleasure, so close to the borders of pain that it is almost torture. I gasp and grip him tighter, digging my nails back into him once more and he pulls out and then pushes in again ever so slowly. His lips trail down across my jaw and down towards the hollow below my ear. His teeth scrape across my skin, leaving a teasing sting there until his tongue flicks out to sooth it. His hands grip me tighter, but his pace keeps painfully steady.