Centuries of Sin (Mature)

Animalistic

Elizabeth nodded in response.

“Good.”

His hands moved to her lower back, pulling her closer so he could kiss her again. As they kissed his hands moved higher, searching for the zipper of her dress. With well-practiced ease he unfastened the dress, lifting it off her and casting it aside so it landed with his own shirt in one swift motion.

She was glad that she had chosen to wear nice lingerie in case they ended up in this situation. It was a matching set made from a delicate sheer French lace. It had cost a fortune from Coco De Mer, even in their Black Friday sale. She had bought it to try and rekindle some spark with her ex, but never wore it for him in the end and it had sat unworn in her draw for over a year since.

“Like what you see?” She asked playfully, more confident in herself now.

“I think you know the answer to that.”

He kissed her again and one hand moved to lightly cup her breast, running his thumb across her n****e through the delicate fabric of the bra and sending a shiver down her spine. His other hand rested on her thigh, his fingertips over the deep scar.

“Shall we go to your room?”

As she looked into his eyes again she was overcome by the vision she had earlier in the day, images of them in her room flashed momentarily before her and she found herself once again overcome with an intense and animalistic need to be with him.

She didn’t answer, she just stood up, and pulled him up with her. Keeping hold of his hand she led him quickly up the stairway to her room, pushing open the door. She found herself pressed against the wall. Her hands moved to rest on his chest as they kissed, and she wondered momentarily how he had gained so many scars. Curious, and eager to further explore his body, her hands moved from his chest around to his back. His muscles tensed for just a second as her fingertips ran across his back – she felt a further cluster of scars, and she was sure there was one which was not yet fully healed.

Who the hell was this guy? What was his deal?

He broke their kiss, and pressed a finger gently to her lips.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“How did you…”

She didn’t manage to finish as he pulled down her lace underwear and slipped a finger inside of her.

“I need you. Now.” She reached for the buckle of his belt as she spoke. But he brushed her hand away, undoing the belt himself and shedding his remaining clothes in seconds. She cast her own underwear aside before he lifted her with ease, keeping her pinned against the wall.

She felt him hard against her and wrapped her legs around his waist. As he entered her she dug her nails into his back and he took a sharp breath.

It felt amazing. He was rough but attentive and she felt that unmistakable pressure building as a moan escaped her lips. She hadn’t felt this good during s*x for years. She was almost unaware of him moving her from the wall and over to the bed, but suddenly she was on top of him and she rode him hard.

He sat up so his chest was pressed hard against her own, and kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had been French kissed like that. It was like he knew exactly what she needed to feel alive again. She’d been on the edge for what felt like forever, he seemed to know how to keep her there without quite making her c*m. It was a wonderful kind of torture and he damn well knew it.

With no effort at all he rolled her over so he was on top of her and finally as his fingers brushed against her she came. It was almost too much. Like fire running through her veins. She moaned again, but this time she thought it was closer to a scream and her nails dug into his back. She felt the skin break as he pushed deeper inside her. She knew he had c*m, and after a few seconds he collapsed on top of her. His weight on her was pleasant, and she could feel his heart beating heavy and fast. He kissed her one last time before he moved and lay beside her. He pulled her close to him and she rested her head on his chest, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and citrus again; this time it was mixed pleasantly with his own masculine scent.

They were silent for a while. His heartbeat slowed again, and his breathing was slow and rhythmic enough that she thought he may have drifted into a light sleep. She spoke anyway, half hoping he was asleep and wouldn’t respond.

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I guess that would take the magic out of it.”

“Perhaps.”

“I should clean up. Do you want to take a shower with me?”

He turned to look at her clock then shook his head.

“It’s best if I leave.”

He stood up, finding his clothes and starting to get dressed again, and she felt a pang of disappointment. She worried that maybe it hadn’t been as good for him as it was for her.

“Don’t worry, I had fun. We should do it again soon.” He smiled and raised one eyebrow as he looked at her. “If it was as good for you as it was for me, of course.”