My Life In Red

9*

After a few hours of pacing around his house piecing together whatever we could about his latest 'mission' we found our selves on the couch again. We we're just as close as before but we weren't quite touching. I was mentally kicking myself for gaining a small attachment to the man beside me. He was attractive and something in me loved that he needed someone's help, my help, when he came home from a killing spree and needed cleaned up. He was dangerous and that made me more intrigued. Half the time now I didn't even hear him because I was to busy focusing on not reaching out and touching him, just for a second. We sat together, comfortably. Both us reading and not saying a word to each other. He shifted where he was sitting so his leg was pressed against mine and he was leaning more towards me now. He was still reading through some​ stuff but I just sat there holding my breath. He looked up for a second to find me staring at the wall with wide eyes.

"You okay?"

He laughed a little. I was dying inside.

"Yeah I'm fine."

I closed the folder and placed it on the table. He did the same.

"You sure?"

"Yeah I just have some stuff on my mind, that's all."

"I see."

He sat a little closer now so his thigh was touching mine. I looked down at his leg then back to his face. He smiled at me. Was I easy to read? Was he doing this to egg me on? We both just stared at each other in comfortable silence. Our body's were close and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. Without notice he leaned in more and more, our eyes still connected, and caught my lips in his. Inside I was screaming but on the outside we were moving our mouths in perfect rhythm. His lips were unexpectedly soft but I wasnt complaining. His calloused hand felt gentle on my lower jaw almost a sign he was afraid I would shatter in his touch, but also giving me space to pull away if I wanted. I detached our lips for a second to catch a breath but resumed kissing him as fast as I pulled away.

It turned into a small make out session and I didn't want it to stop. He started leaning closer to me, pushing me backwards little by little until I was laying with my back on the couch, him hovering over me. He placed one hand next to my head to keep him steady and the other on my waist. When it got a little more heated he started sliding his hand up my side and up my shirt, pulling it with him. Somehow it felt right and I just let him do it. At that moment I would let him do whatever he wanted to me. Our lips fell apart and he pulled my shirt completely over my head, revealing the checkered red and black bra I had on underneath. He hummed a little to himself taking in my figure with his wandering eyes. I sat there for a second, looking at him before pulling his jacket down his arms and his shirt over his head swiftly.

"Eager?"

I nodded yes to him.

"Arnt you?"

He got up for a second letting me put both my legs comfortably on the couch before he came back and kneeled in between them. With his body hanging over mine he came back down to leave a trail of rough kisses down my neck and on my chest just above my bra. He left small hickeys as he moved, each one earning a moan from me. I ran my hands down his body, feeling every toned muscle of his chest. His hand slid up and down my body a few times too before his thumb ran across the inside of my waist band. I whined a little, which signaled him to pull down my jeans, leaving me in my bra and panties. He followed suit and took his jeans off, revealing his growing erection through his boxers. When he leaned back over me he grinded down hard against my slightly wet self which made me want him more. All I could think to do was bring myself up to match him. When I did so he moaned into my neck and bit down a little. He kissed me hard and sloppy, dropping his hand down to rub me through my matching red and black underwear.

"Please Frank."

It was a quite moan but he took initiative and pulled my panties down revealing me in all my glory. I sat up unhooking my bra but watching his every move as he sat back and took off his only piece of remaining clothing. His dick was longer than I was expecting and it struck me for a moment thinking of how bad this could hurt. I wasnt in panic mode but I was acutely aware that I had only done this a handful of times. He kissed me again, pushing me to lay back. He kissed all along my jaw, neck, and breasts. When he detached his mouth from my nipple he replaced it with his large wandering hand, cupping my full breast and massaging it gently. He let go and lined himself up at my entrance.

"You sure about this?"

I nodded yes to him. He planted a softer kiss on my lips this time and pushed himself inside me, bringing the hand that was on my breast to reside by my head opposite the other one. I gasped at first but then moaned loudly throwing my head back a little as he pushed himself further into me. He paused for a moment to let us both situate ourselves​ before he pulled out and pushed back in again without warning. He did that a few more times changing pace as he went. As he thrusted, his mouth hung open, letting a few moans escape. Every time he pulled out and pushed back in I found myself bring my hips up to meet his, hooking my legs around his waist. Both of our moans filled the air. It didn't hurt as much as I expected but I was also to much in the moment to care. It was the best feeling in the world. He thrusted hard and fast keeping a good pace. Soon i reached my climax, my walls tightening, and cumming around him. A few more good thrusts and he came too. He rode out our highs before pulling out of me and laying half on me and half on the couch, both of us breathing heavily.

"Wow."

He just laughed for a second through short breaths.

"Wow is right."