Spent most of my evening yesterday leveling in Siren Park in Eden...I'll probably be doing that for quite some time. Need to seriously upgrade my weapons and accessories too. So...SinisterPurr, you'll probably get ahead of me in the game now. Just make sure you don't tell me anything of what happens, okay?
Wedding Date
Chapter 8
Neither of us said another word, even once the car came to a stop. I dug through my small purse, searching for my house keys. For a brief moment I thought I had lost them. There they are.
The few short steps from the curb to the front door seemed to take an eternity. She rested her hand on mine when I fought to get the key in the lock. I was shaking. I was shaking badly. A mixture of fear, apprehension, and desire. After a moment of fighting Fang finally took the key from my hand and unlocked the door. The house was quiet and dark. Neither of us bothered to reach for a light.
Everything we carried in our hands hit the floor even before the door clicked closed. My arms wrapped around her neck, drawing her down to me. Those lips, that body, it had to be mine. And I was going to make it mine. My left hand slid across her shoulder and eventually down to grab her tie tightly. Our lips never parted as I pulled it free from her neck. It joined the floor with our other belongings. Serah and Snow wouldn't be here tonight. So it didn't matter where I laid claim to Fang. The bedroom, though, seemed like the most logical place.
I led her blindly into my room. During the short trip there, her jacket had been discarded. Along with our shoes. Her dress shirt was nearing the floor as well.
"Ah!" I couldn't help the giggle that escaped my lips when I landed on my bed. I hadn't realized that we were already so close. I watched with anticipation as she discarded the white shirt to the floor. "Let me…" I swatted her hands away from her own belt and took it off myself with shaky hands. The button and zipper of her slacks were soon taken care of as well. I stood up once her pants hit the floor. She took the initiative to pull me close to unzip my dress again.
"What's this?"
I blushed when I laid back on the bed. She spotted the small pink flower ring that pierced my navel. "Not many people know about it…" I grabbed her hand and tugged her onto the bed beside me.
I kissed her softly, then trailed my lips slowly down her neck. Her body writhed under the gentle touch. She let out a soft groan when I moved across her muscular shoulders. She was so toned. So solid. So…gorgeous.
By the time my hand found the clasp of her bra it was no longer shaking. I had finally relaxed. Her arms moved, helping me to remove the article of clothing. She took it from my hands and tossed it somewhere off the bed. We'd find it in the morning. I sat up to look into her eyes. I was petrified. Everything I would do would simply be mocking what Fang had done to me in the back of that limo.
My fingers traced a delicate ling from her jaw to her breast, then finally across her nipple. It stood at attention from the gentle touch. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it softly. She closed her eyes and moaned. That sent a chill down my spine. All of my fears flew out the window at that very moment. I lowered my head to her other breast, giving its nipple a similar treatment, only with my tongue. Her back arched, pushing her chest further into my mouth and hand. "Claire…"
Hearing my name whispered was almost as arousing as her touch on my skin. She groaned in protest when I pulled my hand from her chest. But soon the groan turned to a whimper when my fingers hooked in the waistband of her underwear. Her hips lifted as I tugged them down and eventually off of her. They too, were forgotten on the floor. I sat up on my knees for a moment simply to look at her. No words could describe how beautiful she truly was. "You alright?" Her words were but a whisper.
"Yea…" I smiled down at her when her hand found mine and our fingers laced together. She pushed herself up with her other hand. My eyes never left yours. I had no more reason to look away from her. This woman knew every secret I had to offer. Impulse kicked in and I crashed my lips to hers. A chuckle came from her as we landed back on the bed, me on top of her. I could feel her hands working to unclasp my bra.
I shifted my weight slightly to the side so the top of her body was exposed to my wandering hand. Its fingertips drew random geometric patterns on her skin on its trip south. I skipped passed her center, choosing to dig my nails into her thigh instead. Our lips parted and she threw her head back, her hips arched. She liked it. I did it again, only this time allowing my nails to drag to her inner thigh. I could already feel the heat she was emitting. She moaned again, this time louder than the first. "Please…"
How could I deny when she begged? She was breathless with anticipation. With want and need. Tentatively, I grazed my fingers along the damp, heated nub of flesh. Her breath caught in her throat. I stopped for just a brief moment to watch her reaction. Her breathing was choppy at best. My eyes never left her face as I touched her again, slowly, softly.
"I'm…I'm not going..to break…" Her words were broken by gasps for air. She could tell I was afraid of hurting her. I allowed my fingers to press harder, her hips soon rocked in pace against my hand. Her arm wrapped around my neck to bring my lips falling to hers. The vibration of the moans caused my own breathing to become quick and anxious. I dared myself. Soon one finger was slowly pushing its way into her, followed by a second. I was merely mimicking what I felt, but it seemed to be more than enough to push her over the edge. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers, her thighs slamming shut around my hand. She refused to let me move. "Don't stop." She was begging again, and I didn't. Soon after she reached another orgasm. Then her body fell limp on the bed.
I slowly pulled my hand away from her and brought it to my lips to taste, then eventually lick my fingers clean. I laid down beside her, her head turned to look at me. I reached out to wipe a few strands of damp, sweat covered hair from her forehead before placing a kiss there, then an even softer kiss on her lips. "I…" I bit my lip. My heart melted at the sight of this woman. I wanted to tell her what my heart screamed. But it was too soon.
Her hand came to rest on my cheek and our eyes met, she smiled. "Don't say it…not yet, love." We shared one final, lingering kiss before closing out eyes for the evening.
Look at that...a 1300 word chapter and only about 25 words that were actually spoken. Not bad if I do say so myself. This was suppose to be the final chapter...but I don't feel like the story's complete...not yet.