little concerned as to how you…err you were doing, you seemed to have hit your head hard when you…err… hit the floor.” She stuttered
His eye was swollen shut; his jaw was dark with stubble, his lips tight in a cruel line. She wished she had the option to put more distance between his tensed body and hers. She was too aware of him, his size, and his strength.
“Well, maybe you should check me over, see if I am free of any dangerous injuries. Beside my eye and my ego that is. I give you free access to my body for any doctoring you wish to do” he mocked.
She looked at his strong shoulders, stared at his lips, marveling at their perfection, remembering the stirring kiss they shared earlier that evening. She looked up and met his eyes. His were smoldering, she wondered whether he was sharing the same memory she had. Tearing her gaze away, she fumbled with the doorknob, muttering unintelligible words. He put his arms on either side of her, making escape impossible. He too started staring at her full lips for a long minute, and then he bent his head and captured them with his own.
She did not want to respond to the increasing pressure of his mouth, did not want to open to his kiss. She tried to think of trivial things, such as how the empty his living room looked, how bare the walls were, how he smelled of expensive scotch and soap, wondered where his bedroom was. Groaning, finally admitting defeat, she slightly opened her lips to allow his tongue to invade her mouth. His hands came to rest on her hips and he drew her completely against him. Eva’s breast hardened as she felt his blatant erection against her stomach. She went pliant in his arms and finally fully returned his kiss, the smoky accent of the aged liquor going straight to her head, muddling her thoughts.
His hands slipped up beneath her sweater, marveling at her smooth skin. His mind was fuzzy, foggy with the heady mix that was alcohol and desire. He could think of nothing but her body against his, didn’t want anything but to bury himself deep inside her. He cupped her breast with his hand, his thumb drawing neat little circle around her nipple. He heard her breath intake, felt her arch her body against his. Her kiss became more urgent, pleading almost. He gently broke the kiss and saw his own desire being reflected in her eyes, took in the flush cheeks, the heaving chest. He cupped her face and once again lowered his lips to hers.
“Eva?” he asked throatily.
She knew she should say no, knew he was drunk, knew thousands of reasons why she should stop, should not allow him to continue. Her head enumerated reasons and consequences why she should not, her body, however, was not listening. She wanted him. She wanted him to introduce her to love making. She felt eighteen again, when she had hoped he would be her first, when she had told herself he was the only man for her. At twenty-six, she was almost starting to believe it again, as she had never experienced such feelings when other men had kissed her. She nodded. Saying yes, acquiescing to his request to make love to her. Finally!
He took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She didn’t see anything, could only feel. Feel his strong arms holding her, his lips nuzzling her neck. He put her down gently on the mattress, and stood there for a moment just looking at her. He kneeled in front of her and slowly removed her sweater. God! She was so beautiful, dark hair against milky skin. He kissed her throat, her moan urging him on. He reached behind and, with deft hands, unhooked her black silky bra. He slid it slowly from her arms, uncovering high rounded breast. It was his turn to take in a sharp breath; he would never be able to last. He took one pink nipple between his lips and felt it tighten. She gasped and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He could barely breathe, he could barely think, his mind so clouded by the sight of her. All he felt was the need to possess her, to
His eye was swollen shut; his jaw was dark with stubble, his lips tight in a cruel line. She wished she had the option to put more distance between his tensed body and hers. She was too aware of him, his size, and his strength.
“Well, maybe you should check me over, see if I am free of any dangerous injuries. Beside my eye and my ego that is. I give you free access to my body for any doctoring you wish to do” he mocked.
She looked at his strong shoulders, stared at his lips, marveling at their perfection, remembering the stirring kiss they shared earlier that evening. She looked up and met his eyes. His were smoldering, she wondered whether he was sharing the same memory she had. Tearing her gaze away, she fumbled with the doorknob, muttering unintelligible words. He put his arms on either side of her, making escape impossible. He too started staring at her full lips for a long minute, and then he bent his head and captured them with his own.
She did not want to respond to the increasing pressure of his mouth, did not want to open to his kiss. She tried to think of trivial things, such as how the empty his living room looked, how bare the walls were, how he smelled of expensive scotch and soap, wondered where his bedroom was. Groaning, finally admitting defeat, she slightly opened her lips to allow his tongue to invade her mouth. His hands came to rest on her hips and he drew her completely against him. Eva’s breast hardened as she felt his blatant erection against her stomach. She went pliant in his arms and finally fully returned his kiss, the smoky accent of the aged liquor going straight to her head, muddling her thoughts.
His hands slipped up beneath her sweater, marveling at her smooth skin. His mind was fuzzy, foggy with the heady mix that was alcohol and desire. He could think of nothing but her body against his, didn’t want anything but to bury himself deep inside her. He cupped her breast with his hand, his thumb drawing neat little circle around her nipple. He heard her breath intake, felt her arch her body against his. Her kiss became more urgent, pleading almost. He gently broke the kiss and saw his own desire being reflected in her eyes, took in the flush cheeks, the heaving chest. He cupped her face and once again lowered his lips to hers.
“Eva?” he asked throatily.
She knew she should say no, knew he was drunk, knew thousands of reasons why she should stop, should not allow him to continue. Her head enumerated reasons and consequences why she should not, her body, however, was not listening. She wanted him. She wanted him to introduce her to love making. She felt eighteen again, when she had hoped he would be her first, when she had told herself he was the only man for her. At twenty-six, she was almost starting to believe it again, as she had never experienced such feelings when other men had kissed her. She nodded. Saying yes, acquiescing to his request to make love to her. Finally!
He took her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She didn’t see anything, could only feel. Feel his strong arms holding her, his lips nuzzling her neck. He put her down gently on the mattress, and stood there for a moment just looking at her. He kneeled in front of her and slowly removed her sweater. God! She was so beautiful, dark hair against milky skin. He kissed her throat, her moan urging him on. He reached behind and, with deft hands, unhooked her black silky bra. He slid it slowly from her arms, uncovering high rounded breast. It was his turn to take in a sharp breath; he would never be able to last. He took one pink nipple between his lips and felt it tighten. She gasped and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. He could barely breathe, he could barely think, his mind so clouded by the sight of her. All he felt was the need to possess her, to
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