Nouveau

Chapter 16: Surprise

Laive

Her eyes were closed as he overpowered her.

She wasn't stupid. Laive was very aware of what was happening to her. She was trying her best to fight back or escape, but her eyes wouldn't open.

The man was killing her.

Seductively, he was stealing her air with his tongue embedded deep in her mouth.

Each time their lips entwined and released, her body weakened into him and her arms felt like they were barely holding on to the hairs on his head.

Soft, and slow. Placid, and sensuous.

L was dying from a tongue assault.

There were no fireworks or sparks flying between their bodies. No explosion could describe the intoxicating atmosphere they created within the room. He became fire as she was air. Their heart beats were pulsing through their ears as they tugged for breaths. Both of them were communicating off each other's moans and whimpers as if English wasn't their first language. As if words were too empty and unsatisfying to use in the winds of passion that engulfed them.

"Baby..." He breathed into her ear finally able to put sounds and syllables together.

His right arm held steady at the top edge of the large velvet, tufted chair. His left hand was gripped firmly on the chair's arm rest, and he was trying to shake the haziness away from his vision.

Light headed, she leaned her head off the back of the chair and pushed her palms into its cushion to sit up. L slowly bit her bottom lip.

It was aching so good...

"Fuck.." He grabbed her chin with his hand from the arm rest and pulled her face towards him again.

"You driving me crazy..." He slowly shook his head again. "Open your mouth..."

As she obliged him, he moaned into her lips and sucked on her tongue. His body weight forced her spine to sink back into the chair, and he used both his hands to grip her bare thighs. She reached to wrap her arms around his neck and he bit and pulled on her bottom lip.

Laive felt him grab her neck and pull her hair so far back that her forehead pressed into the lining of the chair. Her chin was angled towards the ceiling, her back arched off the large chair's cushion, and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.

The kisses he placed on her shoulder and neck made her tremble. The hardness of his shaft was grinding against her lace panties, and she almost thought she came.

"...." Her words were stuck to the back of her throat like cement. Laive's moans were crushing her consciousness as they pulled at her oxygen supply. She was slowly fading to black.

The bite to her neck sent her body forward and he pulled her legs towards his center. Her spine and head were now flatly resting on the seat cushion and her ass hung off its edge.

"Tell me it's mine.."

L choked on her moans, and his arms scooped underneath her thighs so that his hands could get a good grip on the top of her thighs. The man finally took her lips again and her back arched further as he slowly moved her panties to the side and fought entry into her seeping tightness.

"Relax baby..." He gently stirred her and licked across her bottom lip. "Let me in."

Laive's syllables were barley escaping her mouth, and he began to ravish the skin on her neck.