Moriarty's Touch

Unseen

His white shirt floated to the floor as his hands lustfully traveled up your ribs, inching your shirt and bra over your head. His lips ease on to your neck and right below your ear; closing your eyes you lean your head back letting a light moan escape your lips.
Your finger tips fumbled with his zipper as you began to tear his pants away from his skin.
His hands curving around your skull and digging into your roots, as if your hair was strings and you were a marionette. He could control you now, and in this moment you were fine with that.
One knee at a time you got down, now placing your hands on his thighs, moving them softly in anticipation. You lick your lips and start to curl down his boxers, waiting till it flops out.
With one hand he holds your hair back as the other grips the counter behind him.
You bob back and fourth for 3 min, switching between using your hands and your mouth. After he pulls your head up to meet his. You wipe away his reminisce and then quickly sink your lips into his.
He bites back and starts to fondle you and starts moving up your thigh. His tongue wraps around yours, unconventionally pulling you into him.
He forcefully yanks your head back as he picks you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist.
You both start to breath heavily as he lays you on the cold marble kitchen counter.
With one hand on your chest and the other making sure everything fits, he starts making you moan.
He grunts, thrusting to a rhythm. While you run your hands through your hair, and touch yourself. His right hand moves up now to your neck and he begins to dig his nails into your veins. Leaving half moon marks on your skin he begins to enjoy your pain, but soon he begins to slow, and digs his thumbs into your hip bones, he turns you over on the cold slab of marble.  He pulls you off as you grab onto the corner for some stability.
"Babe.." you meekly whisper feeling your neck.

He grabs your ass and slaps it. Yelping, you now  know that he's going to own you and there's no stopping it.
It echoes off the cupboards and sink. Then he starts his rhythm all over again,  just this time it's a new sensation. One that rips through your whole body. One that contrasts with the cold marble against you hands and the warm that consistently enters. His hand moves up your spine to again clasp tighter around your neck as he starts to enjoy himself more and more.
"Babe...I..." you start in between breaths clawing at his hand to let go.
"BABE.." you yell nearly getting the word out.

Quickly he pulls out, automatically fixing his hair and dropping your neck like nothing was wrong
" Ermm sorry I just lost control" he mumbles slightly hesitating, then hastily grabbing his strewn about clothes.
" I'll just umm.." he shimmies into his pants and does a little hop to zip up his pants. His Irish accent becomes thicker as he gets more self conscience and nervous.
" Babe, no it's ok..I-I-just wasn't used to it that's all. Maybe next time-" you squirm your skirt down and bend over to put your bra back on.
" Babe I was just a little bit scared that maybe-" you start towards him, your arms out stretched.
" There won't be a next time. I don't want to scare you again." He reaches for his wallet and keys, his sunglasses and shoes already on.
" I'm sorry I don't want you to see that part of me." He quickly turn towards the front door, leaving you in the kitchen half naked.