Exquisitely Beautiful
Summary: Chuck admires the one beauty in his life that isn't in a bottle.
Rated: M
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl.
Her lips press tightly against my neck. I can hear her inhaling my musk as I soak in her warmth with her arms wrapping about my shoulders. She's exquisite. Beautiful and tender, yet lively and toxic. Dark long hair tangles between our chests, teasing her already hardened nipples. I know what she wants, what she craves.
It's the same exact thing I've been craving for since the charity function's end. We left shortly after dropping off my step sister and her escort to a party. Barely able to contain ourselves in the limo ride, I didn't give her time as I pulled her dress off with one fluid motion that would have made Casanova proud.
The dress adds to a growing pile of forgotten clothes as we tumble into my large king size bed. Moans and whispers are heard just slightly over the sound of our skin brushing against one another.
Small puffs of breath escape against my chin as she tries to keep control over her body. She should know better than that. No one can while in my bed, within my sheets, tangled with my limbs. Nobody ever could, not even me when it comes to her.
An echo sounds of a sharp inhale when my fingertips roughly brush her clit. Oh, she's so wet and waiting.
She's strangling for air and the sound makes me grow hard in its wake. Even while being tortured by my skillful hands, she has a hold on me that no other has had before.
Brushing swollen lips against my ear, she breathes a whispered plea that has me quickly grasping for dominance as it slips through my fingers with those words alone. "Please, fuck me Bass. I need you."
The sound of our gasps when I fill her is paradise, exquisite.