Moriarty's Touch

Moriarty

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His left hand slid down the small of your back while his other hand smoothly brushed your hair back behind your ear. He pulled your body against his so his heart was pounding against yours.
You took a tight breath as his lips collided with your neck. You lifted up his shirt with your pointer finger in response but his left hand grasped your wrist. " Not yet." He whispered on your collar bone so instead you dug your hands in his back pockets, pushing his front towards you.
His left hand snaked under your shirt and lightly rested on your breast, squeezing just to hear you gasp and enjoying the goosebumps that soon followed.
His lips moved finally up to yours and began to slightly bite. He smiled against your lips coyly, enjoying your wanting for him. "what's my name?" He growled tilting your neck back up to face him. His tone had changed from sweet lust to dangerous lust for you in a matter of seconds.

Menacingly he smiled, not scaring you but making you more excited all over. You tauntingly but your lip and raised your eyebrows. " Well?" His dark eyes glistened with excitement while he continued to smile. The sexual tension could have been cut with a knife, and the knife was his name. No muscles moved until " Moriarty" escaped from in between your lips. In one quick movement he ferociously he picked you up and flung your body on the bed. He hiked up your skirt and let his hands slide up your thigh. " Thats right" his deep Irish accent hung in the air before his mouth ducked under your skirt.