I love elevators.;)
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Ping!
The elevator has arrived. I gasp minutely as blood rushes to my cheeks. Are English people so crude? I sure hope so.
As I tilt my head to look at him, my eyes widen.
His gaze is heated, dark, full of need and longing. He pulls me roughly with him into the elevator so that I end up crashing against his chest and I feel him, oh God, I feel him. His erection is poking into my stomach, his muscular arms are flexing beneath my hands and his stubble scratching my neck.
Fuck, that's hot.
The doors close and we're alone. Oh sweet baby Jesus...
He pushes me into the wall, reaching behind me to press a button unbeknownest to me behind my back. I bite my lip with anticipation. I want him on my mouth. Now.
I flush. I swallow. He smirks. His hips pin me to the wall as he grabs my wrists and puts them either side of my head.
Oh shit.
And then his mouth is on mine. Desperation, need and lust oozes from his every touch as our tongues battle for dominance, the sweet smell of arousal, determination and possession scenting the air around us.
His lips are so soft!
I whimper and respond roughly, giving as good as I get. He's powerful, animalistic and so sexy.
I want to move my hands. Touch his hair, see if it's really as soft as I think. But I can't.
And it's hot.
Then he begins kissing me along my neck. It's so intimate, lover-like... I groan.
"You. Are. Beautiful." He murmurs between chaste kisses.
My stomach twists with desire, unfurling deep and spreading down...there!
Ping!