Black Widow - Part 2

18. *

Our lips crashed together just like our bodies did. I couldn't get enough of his taste. Didn't want to get enough of it.

I missed this so much, I missed his body pushing against mine, his lips on mine.

And I could tell that he missed this too.

I was pressed against the wall, his body blocking my way out. If I wanted to get away from him, then I couldn't.

Not that I wanted that, not at all.

He kissed me deeper, put his hand on the back of my neck.

This man kissed with his entire body. His hips thrusting against mine with every stroke of his tongue against mine.

"What about Alara?" I asked between kisses. "What about her?" He did the same, not breaking his grip on me.

"What is she gonna think about this?"

"When did I give the impression that I give a shit about what she thinks?" He said in a rough voice, his hand now on my cheek.

I had no idea what their relationship actually was like. She was always in the paddock, but then again, so was I.

Even though I worked there, why was she always there?

Fuck it, I didn't want to think about her right now. I wanted to think about this beautiful man in front of me.

"What about Max?" He mumbled on my lips. "Will he care?"

"Oh he would" I almost moaned on his lips.

"Good"

He put his hands on my ass, picking me up in one quick motion and carried me to his bedroom.

I was laying down on his bed, while he was still standing in front of it, looking down at me.

"Fuck Bon, you're so beautiful" he groaned, took his shirt off and crawled on top of me.

He kissed me all over my body, while undressing me. He didn't miss a single spot.

My tattoos, my scars, my bare skin, he pressed kisses on everything, as if he was marking me.

I was his and fuck, he was all mine.

My body wanted him, I wanted to feel him inside of me, and fortunately he didn't keep me waiting for very long.

He undressed himself, taking his boxers off and fuck, he was already hard. So damn hard.

He pushed himself in me, a little moan slipped his mouth and damn, I wouldn't mind hearing that again.

He pushed deeper in me with every thrust, every thrust made me moan louder.

And louder.

"Don't you dare wear his shirt again" he groaned as he bit my lower lip softly. "Got that?"

If he would react like this every time I wore someone else's shirt, then I wouldn't wear my own clothes ever again.

"I won't" I moaned on his lips.

But I so was gonna wear it again.

He put his arms under my back, so he had a better grip and fuck, this felt amazing

I never wanted this to stop, I wanted this for the rest of my life.

He continued fucking me through my orgasm.

One, two, fucking three orgasms later, he finished in me and laid down next to me, immediately wrapping his arms around me.

We were sweaty, breathing so damn fast but also perfectly happy.

"I-I should go" I whispered. Jon was probably about to arrive and I didn't want him to see us, like this.

"Please stay" he whispered just as quietly. "Stay here"

I always fought against this feeling, always wanted to run.

But then I felt his fingers brush against my arm, in such gentle soft movements, that I just relaxed against his body.

I didn't need to run, I was safe here. I was safe with him.