Spies & Spice - A Web Of Lies (Completed)

Love and Trust

Guest House.

10 PM

The moment Sharmila felt Victor's lips on hers, her mind and body went haywire. His lips were soft and warm, just like she wanted them to be. It was a brief kiss though, her fuzzy mind noted, as she inhaled their mixed breaths with half closed eyes. His lips hovered around, trailing across her cheeks and eyes before coming back to savour her lips, as his rough fingers rubbed against her jawline,  playing havoc with her already inflamed senses. This was way more intoxicating than how she had been imagining in her mind, for god knows how long. But as he gently sucked on her lower lip, every thought vanished from her mind and a soft gasp escaped from her involuntarily.

His lips sought and caressed hers, as one of his hands slowly slid down to her waist, torching her neck and everything below along the way, while his other hand wound around her heavy tresses, pulling her head up slightly.

There was a pause as his heavy breath fanned her cheeks.

Drowned in her sensations, she didn't even realise he stopped kissing her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to gaze straight into his eyes which had turned darker with desire, but they were telling her something more... before she could fathom the whole meaning, he moved next to her and gently pulled her onto his lap.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, as she understood why he paused before and her heart began to thud louder. He blew softly over her forehead, perhaps intending to give cold relief to the warm beads of perspiration. But it had the opposite effect. Revelling in the feel of his hard muscles that now surrounded her, she let go of the last vestige of control as she leaned on to him and cupped his face with one hand. As if waiting for this, he pulled her hard against him as he took her mouth with abandon, his stubble rough against her skin.

She kissed him back ravenously and as her tongue tentatively tasted him, a guttural groan escaped from him.  She felt a tiny pride and sucked on his lower lip. He surprised her by slowing down and gently caressed her lips but built up the pressure again, sucking her roughly till she gasped and dug her fingers hard on his back. Fighting for breath, they pulled apart slightly and gazed at each other, and as she absorbed the heat in his hooded eyes, a new wave of tremors erupted inside her. She collapsed against him and buried her face in the crook of the neck, filling her lungs with his smell.

After what felt like ages, Victor cleared his throat and murmured against her cheeks, "Don't hold your breath."

Sharmila whimpered and tried to hide her face away from him, but Victor drew her face towards him, forcing her to look at him.

"Apart from my smell what other things about me turn you on?"

Sharmila tried to punch him but he trapped her hand in his.

"You really know how to ruin a moment!"

"Hey, aren't you the one who said we need to be open with each other, just now?"

Sharmila bit back the angry retort she was about to give. So convenient of him to be selective about things to discuss. She cast her eyes down as his words still kept ringing in her ears making her blush more.

" If it makes you feel better, there are so many things about you that make me..."  Her eyes snapped up and the rest of the words never left his mouth, as she watched his smouldering eyes and forgot to breathe.

He bent his head slowly as his hands slid off the open sleeve of her shirt and planted his mouth firmly on the smooth skin of her shoulder. As he sucked hard on it, a soft moan escaped from Sharmila and she gulped some much needed air.

He levelled up against her face once again as his fingers gently tucked the t shirt back on.

"What was that for?" She blurted out.