Destroy me

Chapter 14 - Niamh - Further than I've ever been

He spanked me. It sent a thrill through me, and gave light to the rumours Matthew had told me about. It should be wrong, like his dark touch, but it wasn't. It was invigorating, exciting and needed.

"Don't stop - do it"

He brought his hand down again, this time far more controlled, but it led to a feeling building up inside me.

His thrust became more rapid as did my breathing. He had me, grabbing my hip with one had and another I was biting down on. Just looking at us in the mirror - what a scene. It made want to come from the sight of it; his veins were straining under his skin, his muscles flexing with each movement. My breasts swaying, my skin flushed and soft; it was like the living image of all my erotic fantasies.

With a groan he exploded within me, taking me with him into a euphoric state. I could see clearly the control in his orgasm. His warm resonance filling me.

I stared right at him in a mirror it was as if two great soldiers had surrendered to each-other. We started panting; his fingers griping into my hip and my teeth bearing into him.

He brought his hand away from my mouth stoking my face as he did.

Once he'd withdrawn from me he carried me over to his bed, laying me down on it. I was then mentally preparing myself for cuddles when he slipped over the bed and sat on the edge bed, resting his chin on his hands.

My breathing had slowed and I wanted to go to him, to be held by him, but something in his distance, told me not to. So I spoke, "That was incredibly - intense"

I could hear a small laugh or a smile as he turned to face me, still as naked as I was was, "Every moment I spend with you seems to be more intense than the next Niamh." God, I loved the way my name sounded when he said it.

I moved so I could face him upright when I noticed the scars that had instigated our earlier actions. I could here my mother scolding me in my head, for being rude, when I reached out to touch them. "Why so many - different scars I mean?"

His faced hardened for a moment, I could see him considering, then it softened again, "Well, I did say I'd share my experience with you" he sighed "I've been doing my job since, well, since my dad would let me and I've been in a few scrapes, fights. I've been shot" he pointed to a circular scar on his abdomen "I've been stabbed" he pointed to one on his left leg. "And I've been tortured"

I looked at him, silently pleading for more information, willing him to tell me, but as if he read my mind he carried on, "and I think that is enough experienced shared for one day don't you?" his sight smiled made me grin. No one had ever shared such intimate information with me. I felt respected, more equal at least.

His smiled left as he stood to walked straight into his wardrobe, returning with new close for him to wear.

He started to dress and noticed me still on the bed. "You should probably get dressed - your Dad'll be home soon, after that huge mess today. Are you, you know, ok, about all that? I killed that guy, you know."

I hadn't processed it at the time, but I'd just had sex with a man that had killed more people than I'd even kissed! Was I ok with this? "Yeah, I'm fine actually. I didn't think I would be, but I am"

"Good."

He finished pulling on his trousers when he lunged on the bed pinning me. He claimed my mouth, possessing it, his tongue exploring me as he did. His kiss was fierce and engulfing.

"You taste so sweet." A smiled found his lips again, then faded as he spoke, "I'm sorry Niamh, I'm still so conflicted. Part of me wants to take you again, possess you, make you never want to leave this bed, give you the world. And part of me, wishes we'd not took it so far that I want those first things."

"You regret it already?" I pushed him up "Try not spare my feelings"

"I said I'd always protect you, not sugar-coat things."

I scoffed at his admission "Sugar-coat? You've just basically said you wish we'd never had sex. I did things then, that..." God I felt like such a fool.

He grabbed my face "Things, I'm so grateful you gave to me, Niamh. Listen, I don't regret it. I just, wish I didn't want to do it again so much."

This made me warm, I wanted him again too.

I crawled onto his lap as seductively as I could. "Nothing's stopping us doing it again"

He smiled then stood up meaning I fell clumsily on to the bed, "Besides the guy that managed to kill your security to get into your house?"

I managed a sheepish smile, "Get dressed, we'll see your Dad, and as turn of events go, your suggestion of keeping this quiet isn't a bad idea - at least until your Dad cools off about a guy breaking into his house and place of business with the intent to kill."

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