The Enigma [18+]

eight

content warning: mature content

together, to be
together, and be

September 15, 2003
|myra dalton|

"Tell me what you want."

"You," she begged. "I want you. Whatever that entails."

Warm and tender hands held her closer with wanton desire. They explored her greedy body, leaving behind a painful ache as her lips moved feverishly against Dominic's. The hair on his chest tickled her palms, her touch gliding down his torso.

The professor reached for the zipper behind her dress, right at the nape of her neck. The air in her lungs was stolen between hot kisses, her mind spinning and pushing aside all the worries in the world.

Dominic pulled away, reassuring her with a soulful glance as he tugged the metal piece down. Myra pressed her forehead against his, sharing a breath with him as the satin pooled around her waist.

He chuckled at the way she responded to his touch, the slightest twitch in her thighs encouraging him to tease her further. Dominic toyed with the thin straps of her lace bra, his touch meticulously slow. He made it very clear to her that he would take his time, reminding her that the night was still young when she eagerly rolled her hips.

Heat crept across her cheeks. How she remained calm was a mystery to her, when all she wanted was to be ravished by the man that haunted her dreams.

Now, it was real.

His fingers removed the clip in her hair, undoing the neat bun that she spent too long trying to fix before the dinner party. The waves framed her face, strands sticking to her heated skin.

Brushing them away, Dominic cupped her face, and he kissed life into her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and Myra melted in his arms. The way Dominic tasted was overwhelming, remnants of chamomile tea and mint fueling her desires.

The young woman reveled in the low lighting, admiring the perspiration on his skin. He looked like one of Botticelli's creations, painted to perfection and a sight for sore eyes. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach when she leaned against his shoulder and hugged him, a feeble attempt to catch her breath while the man traced her spine with calloused fingers. He worked on the clasp of her bra, and it thrilled her as the straps came loose down her arms.

"Let me see you, Myra."

Mustering up the strength that she could, Myra parted from him and allowed him to remove the flimsy lace material. His eyes left hers, briefly. She became privy to his wandering gaze, bringing her arms over her chest.

Dominic only tsked at her, prying her hands away from her torso and holding them in place behind her. Her warm sensitive skin was caught between his lips. He left kisses along the side of her neck, coaxing her into a relaxed state whilst he left another mark below her jaw.

"So beautiful," he mused.

The professor kissed the skin between her breasts. He nipped at her tender body, cracking a smile when she whimpered and reached for his belt. Undoing the silver clasp, Myra removed the leather strap from the belt loops. She took note of the playful glint in his eyes as she held it between the space separating them.