Color Me (under construction).

8. Stumbling In The Dark

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One of John's hand pushed open his front door while the other held tightly onto Beau. Her small fingers weaved perfectly into the large spaces of his, his warmth spreading from his palm into her entire being. Beau's free hand slid up John's arm as she pulled herself into his side. The lights were still off when the door closed behind them, and John turned immediately into her touch. His strong hands gripped either side of her hips as he shoved her gently against the cold door. His lips were quick to find the exposed skin of her neck, kissing just beneath her jaw. Beau's skinny fingers twisted into his soft brown hair and she let out quick small puffs of air.

Beau's heart had never slammed against the walls of her ribs so hard before. Her skin was like live-wire with his heated touch, the burning sensation his lips left her skin excited her, and every time his lips ghosted hers she was too eager. It was when his lips finally crashed against hers with such passion it knocked her off her feet. Knees buckled and hearts seized. Two became one and the darkness erupted with light. Beau's fingers squeezed against John's head as he dipped his hands to lift her from her thighs onto his waist. She let her legs hang while he carried her throughout the hallway, their lips only parting for quick breaths.

John's back slammed into the bedroom door, the wood banging loudly against the wall as he stumbled with Beau to the bed. He set her down slowly, his head dipping with hers. The second their lips separated, Beau took hers between her teeth. John's hands rested on her cheeks as he held her head. His eyes bore into hers, and the desire so evident in his irises caused a slight gasp to tumble from Beau's mouth. She couldn't stand not being pressed against him, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against hers. Her slim fingers tugged at the hem of his dress shirt and John dropped his suit jackets from his arms so quickly.

Beau was on her feet.

It happened all so quickly, in the hue of the moon and the street-lights seeping in from the shades. Beau's nimble fingers tugged John's dress shirt from his body to reveal his toned upper body. She dragged her hands down his smooth chest as his warmth spread from him to her. His heart could be felt pounding against his ribs with intense force as his eyes filled with need. His large hands curled around her wrists to stop her from exploring further. Her eyes found his in the dark, the yellow glow from the window dancing beautifully across his features. Neither of them dared to say a word, instead, they let their bodies do the talking.

Beau felt herself release all self-control, and put her well-being entirely into his palms. This was a secret Beau kept to herself as John slid her black dress up and over her head. Her wavy brown hair fell around her shoulders, spilling down her back and tickling her skin. There she stood in her undergarments, before a man she met only a month ago. Now, standing in a state of complete vulnerability, before a man she was willing to bare her soul to.

His soft hands held onto hers, their fingers slowly intertwining. He extended their arms to fully take her in. When the sound of his sharp inhale passed through his lips, Beau's heart tumbled into oblivion.

"You're so beautiful," his husky voice was a whisper in the night. Beau almost couldn't believe he was whispering this to her. Her, out of all the pretty girls.

She smiled. Beau was beautiful. She felt beautiful standing here right now. And every day before that when she was with John. Something about him made Beau feel so entirely beautiful in herself that it was something she could get used to. She almost craved the feeling.

John released her hands to unclasp her bra. She was not nervous about exposing herself to him. She was safe to be this way with him. Her lungs inhaled deeply as she felt the pressure of the band relax, the black piece falling from her to the floor. Although she felt fine being this way, she didn't want to be the only one. Her hands reached out and meddled with his thin black belt. Her cold finger ghosting his skin and John let out a shaky breath. He let her continue as she made quick work with his trousers. The clothing dropped to the heap of fabric now on the floor, his feet gently kicking them aside.

John's hands gripped either side of Beau's as he pushed her back down onto the bed. She reclined slowly with the weight of him atop of her, her hands holding onto his biceps. He places a line of kisses across her jaw, moving down her neck over her collarbones. Each kiss down her body, between her breasts and onto her tummy, made her heart flutter. He reached the flat surface before the hem of her stringy black laced underwear, his teeth grazing her skin as he gently took the lace into his mouth. He pulled slowly down her legs, her hips lifting to assist him. The second the thong hit the wood floor, John's underwear dropped and his lips were back to her neck.

Beau was on cloud nine. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head back to allow him more access. His erect member was pressing against her inner thigh, the closeness of him sending her heart into a frenzy. This was the point she knew she was no longer able to turn back. She didn't want to. One way or another, it was going to happen - so why not tonight? Beau slid her fingers into his thick hair, curling them against his scalp as he hit her sweet spot below her earlobe. John nuzzled into the nape of her neck, his breath fanning across her pale skin. It was time.

"Beau," he nearly moaned her name. His beautiful eyes sought out her shadowed irises. His hand rested on her face, his voice husky as he spoke, "Are you sure about this?"

Beau bit her lip and nodded, "Yes."

John nodded, his brows creasing as he thought for a moment. His hand traced her body as he grasps his penis to position it at the base of her entrance. Beau could feel the slight pressure of him before he eased himself slowly into her. The feel of him fully in her made pleasure burst within her veins. Her mouth opened as the thickness of him pushed into her, his thrust slow and thoughtful at first. Neither of them could take the pace much for very long, Beau's nails digging into his arms as he held his weight over her and his body tense. Both of them relaxed, soft moans escaping their lips as John picked up his thrusts. He pushed deeply and quickly as Beau raised her hips to meet him. She threw her head back in ecstasy and whimpered out his name the quicker he went.

In the heat of their bodies moving together, they became one. Breathing as one, and working as one. Beau's leg wrapped around John's back allowing for him to push into her even further. John's head tossed back, a loud husky moan breaking from his throat as he began to reach his climax. Beau could feel his penis throbbing against her thickening walls. Both of them were ready to cum any second, and neither of them really thought anything of it. Before they knew it, John yelled out Beau's name as he filled her with his thick semen. The feeling of him filling her sent her over the edge, her trembling body releasing as she came.

"John," she screamed. Her body shaking with her high. Their heaving chests collided with each other, his penis still in her as he turns them over. Beau laid across John's body with her head pressed against his chest.