Fate || BENNIFER

Insanely Powerful

Jennifer's P.O.V

With cautious steps, I walked in the darkness of the living room, avoiding the furniture that I only made out as shadows when I approached them. I was as quiet as I could when I let the heels I had worn all night slip from my fingers to meet the floor, but apparently not quiet enough. His subtle steps could barely be heard on the stairs when he walked down, his breathing on the contrary, could be heard very clearly. I dropped my clutch on the couch and immediately proceeded to unzip my dress with the ability it requires to do it oneself. Only after feeling him standing behind me, I turned around to find his perfectly shaped body. I couldn't see his face, not with the faint light that came through the windows, but I could feel it, with my hands remembering every feature they went over.

I knew he wanted to ask about the night, about the performance or about why I hung up when he called. I just didn't feel like answering any of those questions. I shushed him before he could utter the first word, and I moved fast to kiss him before it was too obvious that something had happened. For a moment, I also allowed myself the illusion that everything would be okay. He was kissing me back. My hands knotted in his hair, pulling it hard. He groaned a sexy low sound and his hands moved down to make my already unzipped dress fall easily to the floor. I poured all the angst and pain of the previous hours into that kiss. He broke free, scooped me into his arms, and carried me seemingly without any strain to our bedroom.

Setting me on my bare feet beside the bed, he leaned down and switched on my bedside lamp. We stood staring at each other, the atmosphere charging between us, neither saying anything, just looking. In a beat, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him as my hands reached for his hair and his mouth claimed mine. I pulled his shirt over his shoulders and he let it fall to the floor.

He pushed me against the wall as we kissed savagely. I moaned into his mouth, and he smiled as he took quick shallow breaths. I looked down, and he took it as a hint before dropping to his knees in front of me. I bit my lip as the desire for that man seized me, igniting my blood, making me swallow hard. Hooking his fingers into my thong, he gently pulled it down my legs. I smiled.

He stood up and held his hand out to me, his eyes were bright, excited, and I put my hand in his. He pulled me up and into his arms, the swift action took me by surprise and made me giggle. He put me down gently on the bed and kissed me. His lips were demanding but slow, placing feather-like kisses across my jaw, my chin, and the corners of my mouth. He stood back and gazed at me while he stepped out of his shoes. I couldn't imagine his view, but I enjoyed mine. He undid the button of his jeans and slowly pulled them down along with his briefs, his eyes remained on mine the whole time.

It wasn't just pleasant, it made me feel insanely powerful, and though it probably was for the wrong reasons, still felt right and potentially addictive.

He bent over the bed and slowly crawled up and over me, kissing me as he went. My skin was burning. It was magnificent, mind-numbing, and I was clawing at the sheets beneath me. I felt his warm skin against mine, and it felt heavenly.

Gazing at me, he pushed my legs apart with his and moved to hover above me. Without taking his eyes off mine, he sank into me at a deliciously slow pace. I closed my eyes, relishing the chaotic sensations he was unleashing on me, instinctively moving my hips to meet him.

His hands held mine on either side of my head, and my legs tensed beneath him as the pleasure spiked. My thoughts scattered until there was only sensation.

Each kiss, each caress, they seemed strategically given. Each move was more real than the previous one, unexpectedly reaching limits we hadn't even been close to.