A/N: So this just kinda happened. I hadn't really planned on continuing, but then I sat down to write, and as you se; this is what came.
English is still my second language, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes.
Enjoy!
Disclamer: Obviously not mine.
As soon as she's over the threshold he pins her to the door. He's been pacing in front of it since he called her a few minutes ago. Her bare back hits the wood of the door with a hard thump and her breath leaves her lungs. Okay, maybe he was a bit to forceful, but right now he cant seem to care.
He holists her up, wraps her legs around his waist before pinning both her arms beside her head. Now she can´t leave. She can never leave. He would go insane if she left.
"Red, wha…." He cuts her sentence of with a bruising kiss, branding her, reminding her who she really belongs to. She should not be flirting with other men, and right now she need to be reminded of that.
She responds with equal fervour when the shock wears of, and he tugs her bottom lip hard in response. He wants more. Her gasp is his opening, and he plunges his tongue into her mouth, battling against hers for dominance. She taste like strawberries, long Island tea and something uniquely her, and he moans in response. Her taste he will never get enough of.
"You are mine" He says breaking away, leaning his forehead against hers. He needs her to understand that. After their stakeout last week, when she all but spilled all her dirty little secrets, he has been dreaming of returning the favour. But he's been uncertain, something he almost never is, but he was. Still is. He's been withdrawing, not really talking to her, and its been driving him insane. Replaying everything in his head, wondering what if. But then she forced his hand tonight, dancing and flirting openly with another man right in front of him. She should know by now that she´s his, and not to flirt with other men.
"I know it´s been a week, and I know we haven't really talked about what happened, but I needed time" He pauses to draw in a shaking breath. He will have to open up a little for her to understand. "You see, I think I want you a little bit more than you want me, but that´s okay. You just wanting me at all is enough" He finishes kissing her again, silencing anything she might have to say against that.
"Since the moment I saw you walking down those steps, the light hitting you in all the right places, I wanted you. I don´t think you know it, but you drive me insane. It´s been maddening holding everything back, but now that I know you want me back I can finally let the caged beast loose. The gate is ajar, all it will take is to kick the door open, and then its free. Do you want me to set the beast free, Lizzie?" He whispers, letting his breath fan her face while his hands release her hands to travel up her thighs carefully, feeling every inch of her smooth skin.
In her red dress and slightly tousled hair, she's breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling rapidly against his chest. She's looking at him so intently, her pupils dilated, she's under his spell now. Her lips are swollen from their kiss and he thinks he has never seen her more beautiful.
"Yes" She finally answers, her voice out of breath and lustful.
"There will be no going back after this, I will never let you go" He warns seriously. She needs to understand that if they do this, she's his. And only his.
His hands are under her dress now, grasping her ass in his hands, drawing her near him so she can feel his straining member. He grounds it against her core, once, making her moan out loud while her back arches of the door.
"Just let go already!" She all but shouts when he starts rubbing against her torturously slow, not making to much contact, but still enough to make her feel him through his dress pants.
He stares at her for a few moments. She's beautiful like this; her back arched in a perfect bow, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, her hips bucking trying to grind against him, searching for some more friction. Her eyes are shut tightly, her head tilted upwards, straining her neck and a few loose strands of hair is falling around her face. So aroused, just for him. And that pleases him immensely.
"You know, when you told me all the things you wanted to do to me last week, I was so turned on and awestruck that I didn't manage to return the favour. You actually left me speechless, and because of the small space I couldn't reach the parts of you that I want to worship like there is no tomorrow." He pauses, tilts his head, studying her, looking to se if she's hearing his words.
At her small intake of breath he knows he had her attention, so he continues. "I think I´ll do that now. Drive you insane like you did to me, tell you all my dirty little secrets, tell you everything I want to do to you"
"Would you like that, Lizzie? Me spilling my secrets? Telling you exactly what I want and how much?" He questions bending forward to nuzzle her neck thats so perfectly on display for him. Letting his voice vibrate through her skin.
"Yes" She answers hoarsely, nodding her head for double measure. And thats all he needs.
"I want you and have wanted you for so long now thats its more like a crave now, really. I crave you like a starving man craves food. I crave all of you; your body, your smile, your touch, your scent, everything. I don´t just want it, I need it. No matter how much I´ve tried to shake you from my system, I can´t. It would be like loosing an arm or a leg. You're in my veins, and I swear on everything that is holy; My body aches for you" His voice comes out rough and horse, but he doesn't care. He´ll return the favour she so graciously gave him last week, and then they'll se what happens next.
"I ache for your touch. Every single time we´re walking the streets I want to have your hand entwined with mine, just so everybody out there can se that you're mine, and mine alone. I want you to reach out in your sleep, seek for me, find comfort whenever you're making a physical connection to my body. I want your nails to scrape across my scalp when your reaching climax, trying to grab hold of something because you're feeling so good. I want your small, perfect hand wrapped around my cock, discovering how much pressure and how much speed that will make me groan and moan in pleasure. I want you to brand me with your touch, explore my body like a treasure map, searching for every spot that makes me aroused. I want your touch, Lizzie, I crave it" He finishes with a breath, making goosebumps raise across her neck.
He kisses his way up towards her mouth, hovering over her lips, touching, but not quiet. He keeps his eyes closed, not quiet managing to look her in the eyes right now. This is more intense than he ever imagined it to be.
Lizzie is the one to close the distance, giving him a soft and loving kiss, as if she knows just how hard this is for him. Her arms sneak around his neck, and her nails scrape across the back of his head; just like he wanted it. And he moans at the feel of it before breaking away. He needs to continue, needs to finish this so she's never uncertain.
"Ever since last week I have been dreaming of tasting you again, to feel your lips pressed against mine. They are perfect. Your bottom lip is fuller and every single time I see it I want to bite, nibble and tug on it. Then I want to kiss you until your toes curl, making you feel everything you make me feel. I want to be the one to kiss them good night, I want to kiss them morning. Really; I just want to be able to kiss them whenever the urge fills me. I want them to belong to me, crave me like I crave them. I want them wrapped around my cock, sucking me like it the most delicious thing you've ever tasted. I want them all over me, mapping my body in tandem with your hands, making me yours" He finishes kissing her delicious lips before moving down towards her neck again, kissing, nibbling and licking, learning the spots that makes her whimper and moan.
"Then there the taste of you, you taste like strawberries and something uniquely you, which I cant for the life of me figure out, but I don´t really care, because it taste so good. I want to you every single night and morning. Every time I feel like it I want my tongue in your mouth, tasting you, feeling the taste on you roll across my tongue" He stops to plunge his tongue inside her mouth again, tasting her just like earlier, moaning at the taste. He loves it. "I also want to taste your juices when you're wet, drive you crazy by licking across your clit until you can´t take it no more, and then I want to lapp at your opening, relish in your taste, because I just know you'll taste like heaven"
He kisses his way down her breastbone, easing the straps of her dress down her arms to give him easier access to her breasts. Releasing her breast from the comfiness of her dress he leans back to take a good look at them. My god they are heavenly! And they fit perfectly in the palm of his hand he figures out after cupping them. Leaning down, he takes one in to his mouth, letting his tongue circle around her nipple before biting it, hard. At her whimper he soothe the sting with his tongue again.
"And then there is your scent" He kisses across towards the other nipple, then he stops to inhale; laying his nose along her skin."Just like you I want it mingling with mine. Whether its after making love, or just by cuddling together. I want to wake up every single morning with your scent invading my senses. I want to be able to bury my nose in your hair, and just let the smell of you fill me with peace, because thats what your scent does to me, Lizzie; It gives my whirring soul peace, its the calm to my storm, and I cannot get enough of it. You smell like summer and vanilla all wrapped up into one, and I love it, I crave it like nothing else. It also turns me on. I don´t think Ive ever noticed how much a smell can do before I met you; its crazy. You drive me crazy. I can only dream what your arousal smells like" He stops, tilts his head back a little, drawing in a deep breath, searching to se if he can smell it now. "Mm, no. I don´t have to dream anymore, I can smell you" He grounds his hips against her a little harder, making her feel every straining inch of him against her core. "This is what you do to me. Feel it. I´m so hard it actually hurts" He grounds again, making her hips buck against him.
"I want to bury myself inside you, and just stay there. Feel your walls stretch and clench around me, accepting me"
"Please" Lizzie interrupts him, begging for him. "Just please" She adds, sneaking her hand between there bodies searching for his belt buckle, fumbling to get it open.
It takes a few tries, and then his belt is unbuckled. She pushes her hands down his pants and boxers, taking hold of him, giving him a good squeeze and he moans out loud. Her hands around him feels perfect, like it was made to hold him like this. He needs more.
Pushing his hands up her thighs, under her dress, he finds what he's looking for; Her panties. They're gone in a blink of an eye, falling slowly towards the floor, just like a leaf in the wind. Now she's bared to him, and he needs to touch her before he looses his mind. He circles his thumb around her clit a few times, and she whimpers in the back of her throat, banging her head on the door, biting her bottom lip to keep quiet. He can´t have that; he wants to hear her. Raising his other hand he tugs her chin, releasing her lip.
She looks startled, her eyes snapping open looking at him questionably.
"I want to hear you" He answers simply before plunging a finger inside her wet core. And this time its not a whimper in her throat, its a loud moan that comes out, pleasing him immensely.
She's so wet he can hardly believe it! Neve in his wildest dreams did it ever feel like this, and its all for him, because of him. What can only be described as manly pride seeps around inside him, he did this to her, and he loves it! He adds a second finger, plunging into her slowly, feeling her stretching and clenching around his fingers. He all but comes in his pants again right then.
"Please" She begs again, and he knows what she wants. He wants it to.
Managing to undo the top button and his zipper, Lizzie tugs his pants and boxers down, tugging them until they slide down his legs and pools around his ankles. He kicks them off, leaving his legs bare, dressed only in a shirt and his socks. With his erection free, and he almost moans at the pleasure of finally freeing it.
Locking gazes with her he makes sure she's ready. At her nod he sinks himself inside her to the hilt Never breaking eye contact, and they both moan in unison at the feel of it. She's tight, and she clenches around him with every painfully slow inch, until he's seated fully inside. Oh my god, he never wants to pull out! He just wants to stay there, be buried inside her for the rest of time.
"You are so tight sweetheart, I can feel everything. And this is exactly what I want, to be buried inside to, for you to feel all of me. I want to ruin you for other men. You are mine!" He says, drawing all the way out before pounding into her hard, making her back bounce against the door with the force of it. "I want to be able to make you mine every single night, in the bed, against the wall, on the floor, the table. Any available surface I can take you on, I will. I want to be buried inside you as often and as much as possible. I want to fucking fall asleep inside you. This is what I want, Lizzie. Make you so sore that you can´t walk straight for weeks" He pulls out again, plunging into her at at slow and steady rhythm, but with a force, making her feel all of him as he slides in and out.
She's grounding against him as much as she can, trying to get him to speed up, but he clutches her hips tighter, forcing her to hold still so he can manage the tempo. He wants to savour this, savour her. He wants it to last, because as much as he'd like to let his beast out of the cage completely, he wants this to last a little bit longer. Hell let the beast out as soon as he's finished with his tale.
"Then there is your voice, its the perfect pitch. Not to dark, not to light, its perfect. It´s like a harmony to my ears. And I want to hear it while you sing in the shower, I want to hear it say how precious I am to you, I want it to tell me secrets from your childhood. I want it saying how good I make you feel and that you cannot ever entertain the though of living without me. I want to hear your voice pitched high as you scream my name when you come. I can only imagine what you'll sound like then. I want it groaning and moaning when I am down on you, licking you like my favourite ice-cream" He bends his head forward, latching onto her neck again. Licking, nibbling, kissing. "I want to feel the vibrations in your chest and throat when I hit just the right spot to make you whimper" He plunges a little hard, earning himself the exact whimper he wanted.
He has to continue quick, because at this rate with her hands clutching every place she can get at hold of , her nail scarping against his shoulders and neck is driving him insane. And the noises coming from her is making it hard to keep his control in place.
"Your body, my god, your body. It´s perfect. Your breasts fill my palms perfectly, like they were made for me" He cups one for good measure, squeezing it. "And your ass is the same, just the perfect size for the palm of my hand, and I love it. They way it sways when you walk makes every male in your vicinity turn to look, but its mine now. Just mine." His other hand grabs hold of her ass, kneading it in his rough palm. "Your body is just pure and simple perfection, and I can´t get enough. I´ll never get enough, not when I know exactly what it feels like in my arms. You belong here with me. You. Are. Mine" He plunges with each word, as if he can pound it into her. Then he bites down on her shoulder, making her hiss in pain, before he soothes it with his tongue.
The control he's known for having is slowly slipping from his grasp. He can feel Lizzie nearing her peak, and he has every intention of joining her. His toes are curling and his muscles are clenching and unclenching with every thrust inside her. There is no way he will be able to hold on much longer, and by the looks and feel of her he can guess she's as close as him.
"Look at me" He demands again, making her snap her tightly shut eyes open so he can look into her beautiful blue eyes. "I want to se you when you come apart around me" He explains, giving her a small peck on the lips before drawing back a little, never breaking eye contact with her.
"The thing I want most of all is you. I want you to be mine" He declares, and then he lets the tight leash on the beast go, letting him have full control of his body.
He pounds into her relentlessly, with wild abomination, never letting her eyes leave his for a second. He wants to see her when she comes. He wants to see every flicker of emotion she feels when he gives her every thing he's got. Wants her to se what she does to him too. Its not long before her walls tighten around him, and she throws her head back in ecstasy, screaming his name as she comes around him, squeezing him, milking him for all he's got. He comes right after her, spilling his seed inside her with a roar. Marking her as his. Yeah, he will definitely never let her go now.
When he comes to, Lizzie´s head is leaning agains his shoulder, breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, clutching at every part of him she can. Hes just as breathless with his head cradled in the crock of her neck, breathing in her usual scent mixed with sex and sweat. He cannot think of a time where he has felt this at peace. His soul isn't restless anymore, and his head isn't swimming with the usual troublesome thoughts. She truly is the balm for his soul.
Drawing back, he cradles her face in his hands, looking lovingly at her. Her mascara is smudged and her hair is all tousled up, her dress is definitely not in the place where it should be, but he has never in his life seen anything more beautiful as her right now. He wants to savour this moment forever.
"I kinda like your beast" Lizzie confesses softly before drawing back to look at him. "What kind is it?" She questions with a smirk kissing her lips.
"I already told you; It´s a dragon" He's grinning like a fool and he knows it, but he cant help himself.
"Well, I am glad I woke him" She answers slipping past him, sauntering towards his bedroom, undressing on the way.
She shimmers out of her red dress, leaving it in a heap on the floor. Then she continues walking naked, only dressed in high heels, giving him a perfect view of her perfect backside. This woman will be surely be the death of him one day. Hes just standing there by the door, looking dumbstruck, staring after her.
"He's not asleep yet, is he?" She questions from the bedroom, shaking him from his frozen stance.
" As long as you're around; I don´t think he´ll ever go back to sleep, sweetheart" He answers before following her into the bedroom.
FIN.
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