Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

51| bliss

After a moment of silence, something in his gaze strengthened in such a strong emotion, I had to pull back before the supernova in his grey irises blinded me. Without warning, he kissed me again and I held onto his shoulders, just needing more of him, before he flipped me over and removed my shorts, bringing his lips onto mine.

There was this new urgency in the brutality of his lips, the passion in his strong hands that roamed my body, not content to stay still. I couldn't help but reciprocate, always needing more. It seemed like he had made up his mind, like he had no control anymore in trying to prevent this from happening.

My hands trailed his strong muscles, coming to his sweats. With one tug, I managed to pull them off his hips. He had to remove his hands from my body, almost painfully too long without touching me, as he pulled the trousers off his strong legs.

I stared in fascination at the beautiful human in front of me, standing in nothing but his boxers.

I knew I had seen this before but with this illicit promise of what was going to come, I couldn't help but preen at his muscles, the hard outlines of his body. I sat up and pulled my top off, leaving me in just my underwear.

Tension mounted as we stared at each other, him unabashedly looking at my curves, and my eyes, my lips and me at the entirety of him and the strength he possessed. It was like a game - who was going to break first?

I stood up slowly, moving until I stood right in front of him, his eyes completely frozen on me.

Without shoes, I just reached his shoulders and the sheer dominance made my skin hot to the touch. As if he couldn't help it, he took the only step he could towards me, looking down at me. From this position, I could see how black his eyes were, how almost all the grey had been sucked up by desire. I was sure that I looked the same. I couldn't control the feelings overtaking my body. I just knew I didn't want anything more than this.

He brought his hand to the lone strand of hair that came to rest on my collarbone and brushed it to the back, sweeping over the delicate skin of my shoulder. I almost sighed in utter contentment as chills overtook my body. This anticipation would kill me, in the best possible way.

As if he knew, he brought both hands to my back and rested them on the bra clasp. In a slow and drawn-out movement, he slowly unclipped my bra without looking away from me, from my chest, from my necklace.

Slightly flushed and needing so much more, I helped him with the rest, drawing the bra from my shoulders until it fell onto a pile on the floor between our feet.

As if that motion snapped him out of his trance, he grabbed me, drawing me to his chest as he picked me up. I straddled his waist as our naked chests pressed together. He brought his massive hands to my ass and kneaded.

"I've wanted this for so long too," He whispered, "Imagined your naked body ever since I saw you in my bathroom. Though that memory doesn't do this justice."

All I could do, before I got lost in this storm, was kiss him, my core throbbing, needing more now. I pulled on his hair and his hold on my ass got ever so tighter, teetering on the line between pain and pleasure. Enough was enough.

I brought my hand between our bodies and reached for the outline of his dick in his underwear. He kissed my neck, groaning ever so lightly as my hand came into contact for the first time.

"I was gonna go slow, but you're killing me," He muttered before throwing me on the bed again.

My breasts jiggled as I bounced on the bed and he approached, eyes like a predator. Despite this, I couldn't help the snark.