the fate played

34 - take me, make me

Hailey Robinson

His lips find mine while we were making our way inside the elevator. The door shuts behind us and Chris had me pressed between his body and the elevator wall while I hold onto his arms. His abs were dipping and imprinting on my stomach as his baby blue dress shirt did nothing to hide that fascinating work of art it covered. His lips were rough, demanding and so dominating that made sure I never have any sort of power over him.

His hands go down to my waist while his lips shift to my neck. The slow yet so rough press of his lips on that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder makes me let out a small moan and throw my head back with my eyes shut tight and run my hands up and down his arms. Chris' hands go low, dangerously low to my hips and his fingers span there to secure the hold. I hear his heavy breathing while his lips find mine one more time.

The heat surrounding me was bothering in a way that makes me want to shred my clothes. I feel one of his hand slid up, landing on my ribcage, his thumb caresses me over my clothes. My hold on him was loosening due to the dizzy feeling from those hot kisses stirring and churning my insides. The door opening makes us pry our eyes open. He holds on to my wrist and we walk out in a full hurry.

The door to the house barely opens when I am being dragged inside and was pulled back again to a muscular front. I look up to see Chris' eyes dark and clouded. His blues were gleaming with some darkness that I may or may not have seen once. Words were hardly exchanged between us from the moment we stepped inside the elevator and even inside the house. His gaze was heating my insides making those butterflies lose their shit and run for their dear life as they might need to do that for the current scenario.

The stare was making me feeling hot and bothered and the more I held his gaze the more I came to knew that he has no plans of letting me sleep tonight, not that I mind. Feeling bold enough, I raise my arms and wrap them around his neck, pull him down and press my lips to his. There was a faint smile I felt but was too soon replaced by that so dominatingly forceful press of his lips to mine.

His hands grab my forearm and a moment later we are broken apart from the kiss. He looks me in the eyes, his face glinting in some sort of mischievous form and speaks in a low voice almost as close as whispering, "would like to continue, Miss.Robinson?" oh my sweet Hippocrates ! how in the world can I refuse this offer !

Eagerly nodding, I drop my bag on the couch with his suit jacket that was hanging on my elbow after which I am being pulled by my forearms, Chris leads us to our bedroom. A moment full of urgent kisses, some stumbling and kicking, we make our way in the room. He kicks off his foot wear while I do the same and walk near him. He looks at me and after straightening up, grabs me by my waist and pulls me towards him.

His lips were back on mine, caressing, coaxing mine while he angles my head by gripping my hair at their roots, so as to have a deeper accesses to my lips. He bites on my lower lip unexpectedly, I gasp in reaction to which he plunges his tongue inside my mouth and tangles his with mine. He tastes just like all those times we've kissed, no change, nothing. Kissing him sends me into some other dimension where there has always been happy ending and the epilogue ends with his kiss.

While his lips were busy torturing mine, his hands were running assault up and down my body. His fingers wrap around the hem of my shirt, we break apart the kiss for a second so that Chris can help me out of my shirt. Once done, his hands land on my ribcage sending tingles through my whole body, squirming under his touch; it felt like I was at his mercy for the night.

My fingers were itching to do something other than caressing his back muscles; I search for the buttons of his shirt while he holds me and kisses me with full passion. Fumbling for a moment longer, I had undone all his shirt buttons and without breaking the kiss, he shrugs off the shirt with my help as my palms glide over his arms to get off the cloth.