Winter's Heart (Part 1) 18+ Canon

Chapter 9

***Spicy scene ahead***
Liv was still panting when James stroked his hair back with a broad grin, savoring her taste on his tongue. He took a step back and wanted to leave when she grabbed his arm and turned him back to face her. 

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked before kissing him. 

For a split second, he was surprised, but then he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss with a grin. She guided him backwards towards her desk. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hips and sat her on top of the desk, nudging her legs apart with his own. James grabbed her neck and pushed her chin up, kissing her hard, letting her arch her back and coaxing out a moan from her. Without breaking the kiss, she opened his jeans, shoving them down over his rear, freeing his hardness. 

She stroked him once, twice, before breaking their kiss, panting. He continued to kiss her neck as his hand slid down, cupping her breast. 

"I need you inside of me", she moaned, arching her back again. 

James chuckled against her skin. "So greedy." 

"James, please...", she begged, wrapping her legs around his, pulling him closer. 

James towered over her. His hand slid down her body to the back of her knee and jerked her leg higher, for better access. Their gazes locked as she guided his cock along her wet folds until he nudged her entrance. 

"You sure, doll?" he asked, searching her eyes for any doubt. 

As a response, Liv moved her hips slightly forward. James claimed her lips as he slowly entered her, still not breaking the eye contact. She gasped into his mouth as his cock stretched her, filling her up. When he started to move slowly, Liv wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nails into the fabric of his shirt. 

James couldn't believe how good she felt, how responsive she was to his touch. He wrapped his left arm around her lower back, trying not to touch her skin with the metal, and held her in place while he quickened the space. His other hand was fisting her hair, keeping her head from moving and therefore breaking the eye contact. He needed her to look at him, wanting to get lost in her beautiful orbs. 

Liv moaned again, breaking free from the kiss, squeezing her eyes shut, when he changed the angle of his thrust and hit that sweet, little spot inside of her. 

"Open your eyes, Liv", he groaned, feeling his release coming closer. 

James squeezed her naked butt where her skirt had slid upwards, and the cold metal of his arm touched her bare skin. She tore open her eyes and gasped, making him freeze. 

"I'm sor...", he began, when she cut him off. 

"Keep going", she moaned, locking eyes again and moving her hips. "Harder." 

She didn't need to beg him twice. James pulled at her hair, tightening the grip on her rear and resumed his pace, going for long hard thrusts, pushing her over the edge again. Her pussy squeezed around him, as she rode out her orgasm. 

James slammed his lips hard on hers, invading her mouth with his tongues and swallowing her moans. She didn't dare shut her eyes. Nothing could keep her from seeing him come undone inside of her. He came with a low growl deep in his chest, filling her up with his cum. 

They both stilled, panting heavily. Livs' head rested on his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat. Her lips turned into a small smile. She finally did work him up, even if it was just a bit. 

"I didn't plan on doing this", he said, slipping out of her, leaving her sitting on the desk while he pulled up his pants. 

"Well, I normally don't plan these kinds of activities either", she replied, watching him close his jeans, not sure where he was heading with this statement. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked as he turned his back on her. 

"Hurt me?" she asked, incredulously arching her eyebrows. "Did I sound like I was hurting?" 

James kept quiet, remembering her gasp, when the cold metal had touched her skin. 

"If you ask me, you could have gone a bit harder... You know, just a tiny little bit", she said with humor in her voice. 

James spun around, unable to believe what she was saying. He held up his left arm, the metal gleaming in the little light that broke in from the street. 

"That is not a joke, Liv!" he said with a low voice, watching the humor leave her face. 

"I know", she said in a serious tone, straightening her back. 

"I could have hurt you", he said, his words merely a whisper. 

Liv stood up from the desk, instantly feeling wetness dripping down her leg. 

"As I said before, you won't break me", she said, her words coming out harsher than she intended. "If you will excuse me, I have to take a shower."