What happened next she couldn’t got here, she felt her back hit the bed. The lust in his eyes were evident, and he stare down at her, already devouring her, she gulped at the way he looked down at her. She wasn’t expecting to see such hungry look on his face. He was gonna go rough on her. Her blood was singing in her veins, the expectation was exhilarating, she wanted to experience it, though it was her first time. Though she was drunk, just a little bit, she could still feel her sanity. He leans down, his weight on her again. Then he remember he hadn’t pull off his pants.
What was he thinking!
Slipped his pants off, she tried shutting her eyes so she doesn’t get to see his full sized dragon, but that was when her eyes stood out, watching it as it strode out of his pants. Hard erected. Her gaze watched his every moves, he climbs the bed again, his thumb took off the chiffon panties she wore and tore off the skimpy dress she wore that she was naked, he stare down at her body, the lust in his eyes expand larger, he couldn’t wait to have her. He grabs her hips, then her upper thighs and forces her legs apart, which was so glue together.
Damn! She was wet! He brought his head down in between her legs. He wasn’t really good with romance and sex, he was the rough one, he had no time for pleasures. But Elina was different, she was making him want to do the things he never thought he would do.
She had never felt this feeling before.
She groaned loudly, feeling his tongue circling her honey pot.
She gripped tightly to the sheet, she wasn’t sure how she was gonna hold him. So she grip the spread instead.
His tongue is relentless, strong and insistent, leaving her swirling round and round, non stop, the feelings almost painful. Then he released her.
Her breathing is ragged as she pants, he grabs her face and kissed her, thrusting his lips inside her mouth, so she could taste her arousal. The kiss was rough and hard.
He pulled away and grabbed the back of her thighs.
“Wrap you legs around me.” He commands, his voice urgent, strained and lust filled.
With her back arched, she wrapped them on him. She could felt him searching for her entrance as he keeps teasing her with his tip. And he comes quickly and sharply at her entrance.
He gasped and she groaned at the pain.
Holding her behind, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, he began to push slowly inside of her until his full size is inside of her. He paused a beat and moved back, then ease his way in again.
“Shit!.” He cussed. Moving slowly, in and out.
She groaned, wishing she could push him off her for a bit. Her whole body was tearing apart. She throw her hair backwards.
The pain and her pleasures she was feeling, was something else, she wanted to pull him off but the pleasures won’t let her too.
Beside he held her so strongly to himself.
He continued In the steady tempo. His teasing, deliberate slow trust. And the intermittent feeling of fullness.
“Argh!” She moaned. Gripping his hair.
Then he speeds up, faster and faster, she tip her head back and focus on the invading, punishing, sweet sensations, pushing her onward, higher, higher, until she explodes around him. Spiraling into an intense all consuming orgasm.
He let go with a deep growl and buries his head on her neck and he buries himself inside of her, groaning loudly and incoherently as he finds his release, his breathing is erratic, not moving. Still inside of her.
“I didn’t hurt you didn’t I?”
The tears at the corner of her eyes dropped on the bed.
“No.” She whispered. Drowsiness dawning on her.
He stare at her face, with her eyes shut. He had tried to control himself, he couldn’t let the beast out of him yet. Else he would have hurt her more than she would expect.
He pushed the hair off her face, and pulled out of her, just seeing her, arouse him again.
He grabs her hair, so her head was immobile. And he was poised ready to take her. Again.
She opens her eyes at the instant, watching him.
“I want you sore..” He hoarse voice whispered behind her ears, her hands went to her back, digging her nails into his back as he plunged harder into her than the first time.
Ahhh
She grunts, he wasn’t gonna leave her till she was sore all over.
She woke up, how long she had slept she wasn’t aware but the sun was out now. She tried moving but couldn’t, the next time she felt was pain from between her legs and waist. It was like her waist was shifted to the side. She was alone in the room.
Where was he?
He left her. She searched around.
Was she right?
Barbra was right, after her slept with her he would cast her away, he just did. She tried moving but the pains were hurting, she couldn’t move her legs, so she let the wide apart on the bed.
He left her, she sniffed. Not even a note, his clothes weren’t here. She was alone.
She cried.
“Bastard!”
“You Bastard!” She screamed.
“I hate you!” She slumped her back on the bed again. The bastard he was, got the right to leave her.
Bastard!
After what happened to them last night. Well he didn’t say he liked her. She forced herself on him anyway. She deserves it. It wasn’t his fault he left, it was all hers.
Her could he be with someone like her.
She sniffed. And wipe her face. She should get up and leave, she could possibly stay here in one of the rooms in the bar.
“So you sleep talk..” He chuckled. Watching her as she cusses him in her sleep. He lay on the bed next to her on his side. Studying her face. Tucking the lose hair behind her ear carefully. His fingers stays on her face longer than usual. Until she stirs and opens her eyes. And the first thing she did was to turn to her side. She saw him. He didn’t leave her.
It was a dream!
He removed his fingers quickly from her face. She hugged him immediately. Crying on his chest.
Shocked was written all over his face.
“Are you hurt? Where?” She cried the more.
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“Why should I leave? I’m stuck here. With you. Happy birthday Elina.” He kissed her hair, place a hand on her back, drawing circles on it. Her grip tightened around him. And she didn’t seize crying.
“You don’t plan on staying here do you. We should go home.”
He didn’t leave, Barbra was wrong. He said he was here, stuck with her.
She cried more. Wetting his bare chest with her tears.
“Did I say anything wrong, women are complicated.” He whispered, stroking her hair.
“Let’s go home.”
She nodded, wiping the tears off her face as she lift them.