"They're like chocolate cake, like cigarettes; I know they're bad for me, but I just can't leave them alone."
She pauses at the corridor, the plush carpeting was a soothing distraction for her aching feet. Damn the man who invented heels and the women who covet it. She slipped off her shoes and sighed as her toes sunk into the welcoming cushion of almost 5 star upholstery.
The door opens just as she relaxes.
"You know, you look hot in heels, but so much more comfortable barefoot."
He knelt down and picked up her bejeweled heels, touching the curve of her leg.
"Damn you're sexy."
They didn't fuss with pleasantries. He leaned forward and kissed her without ceremony, tentatively at first, questioning, giving her a chance to back out. His hands lingered on her thighs, feathering up to the beginning of the curve of her back.
She kissed back shyly, unwilling to make a conscious decision, though her body was already responding, opening up to his caresses and becoming soft and pliant in his arms.
He let out a little growl at the back of his throat, time's up kitten. His hand reached up and grabbed her breasts underneath her blue satin shirt, unbuckling her bra in one swift move. She closed her mind to emotion and let instinct take over.
God, it had been too long.
Soon they were naked, his dark skin contrasting against hers. She bent down and swirled him in her mouth, just like she did earlier with the straw in the lounge. He had been watching her, and she knew he was seeing through her. She had started the game of seduction long before it became a conscious decision. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the heels she wore that night showing off her ankles, when she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she bit her lip when he asked her how she liked her drink.
He grit his teeth, flexing his muscles as he did so. She was so careful, so gentle. So damned soft.
He wanted to tear her apart.
With a snarl he threw her on her back, but his teeth were slow and tantalising, his fingers callused but tender. Pushing her. And pushing her. Close, but never letting her go. She gripped at a pillow in frustration. Moans tearing out from her throat unwillingly. She needed this. She needed to feel again.
"Please..!"
He stopped for a fraction of a second, and she gasped audibly.
"No!"
In one swift movement, he plunged into her. He nearly lost control. She was so wet, so ready for him. Her muscles created a suction that nearly drove him to insanity. She was relentless, but he did not move.
"Is this what you want?"
She gazed up at him, her mouth dry and her back arched. She moved underneath him, and he fought to regain control. She clutched at his shoulders, the shoulders she had admired from a distance when she walked past the gym countless of times. Her eyes pleaded at him, her body yielded to him. All the while letting out tiny whimpers of desperation.
Unable to fight it any longer, he pulled her head back and pushed as far as he could go. Slowly, inch by inch, he took from her as much as he gave. Until they both reached a point that could not be contained.
It did not take her long, her face was contorted as if in pain, but she let out a groan of contentment as she was finally released. He looked down at her in the midst of his own joy, at that moment, not needing to hide the love he felt for this girl who wanted so much to become a woman, but whose heart was torn and unappreciated by another man.
She wasn't ready for anything more than this.
He wasn't worried, he had time. He could wait. And she could never know, not before she was ready. He would remain her friend for now, because anything more would push her away. And he needed her. He had always needed her. Now his plan was to be indispensable to her, the way she had crept into his heart without either of them realising. Yes, patience. She will grow to love him in the end.
Lying in his arms, she felt a sense of peace and relief. It had been too long.
She pauses at the corridor, the plush carpeting was a soothing distraction for her aching feet. Damn the man who invented heels and the women who covet it. She slipped off her shoes and sighed as her toes sunk into the welcoming cushion of almost 5 star upholstery.
The door opens just as she relaxes.
"You know, you look hot in heels, but so much more comfortable barefoot."
He knelt down and picked up her bejeweled heels, touching the curve of her leg.
"Damn you're sexy."
They didn't fuss with pleasantries. He leaned forward and kissed her without ceremony, tentatively at first, questioning, giving her a chance to back out. His hands lingered on her thighs, feathering up to the beginning of the curve of her back.
She kissed back shyly, unwilling to make a conscious decision, though her body was already responding, opening up to his caresses and becoming soft and pliant in his arms.
He let out a little growl at the back of his throat, time's up kitten. His hand reached up and grabbed her breasts underneath her blue satin shirt, unbuckling her bra in one swift move. She closed her mind to emotion and let instinct take over.
God, it had been too long.
Soon they were naked, his dark skin contrasting against hers. She bent down and swirled him in her mouth, just like she did earlier with the straw in the lounge. He had been watching her, and she knew he was seeing through her. She had started the game of seduction long before it became a conscious decision. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the heels she wore that night showing off her ankles, when she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she bit her lip when he asked her how she liked her drink.
He grit his teeth, flexing his muscles as he did so. She was so careful, so gentle. So damned soft.
He wanted to tear her apart.
With a snarl he threw her on her back, but his teeth were slow and tantalising, his fingers callused but tender. Pushing her. And pushing her. Close, but never letting her go. She gripped at a pillow in frustration. Moans tearing out from her throat unwillingly. She needed this. She needed to feel again.
"Please..!"
He stopped for a fraction of a second, and she gasped audibly.
"No!"
In one swift movement, he plunged into her. He nearly lost control. She was so wet, so ready for him. Her muscles created a suction that nearly drove him to insanity. She was relentless, but he did not move.
"Is this what you want?"
She gazed up at him, her mouth dry and her back arched. She moved underneath him, and he fought to regain control. She clutched at his shoulders, the shoulders she had admired from a distance when she walked past the gym countless of times. Her eyes pleaded at him, her body yielded to him. All the while letting out tiny whimpers of desperation.
Unable to fight it any longer, he pulled her head back and pushed as far as he could go. Slowly, inch by inch, he took from her as much as he gave. Until they both reached a point that could not be contained.
It did not take her long, her face was contorted as if in pain, but she let out a groan of contentment as she was finally released. He looked down at her in the midst of his own joy, at that moment, not needing to hide the love he felt for this girl who wanted so much to become a woman, but whose heart was torn and unappreciated by another man.
She wasn't ready for anything more than this.
He wasn't worried, he had time. He could wait. And she could never know, not before she was ready. He would remain her friend for now, because anything more would push her away. And he needed her. He had always needed her. Now his plan was to be indispensable to her, the way she had crept into his heart without either of them realising. Yes, patience. She will grow to love him in the end.
Lying in his arms, she felt a sense of peace and relief. It had been too long.
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