worshipping the devil

-eight-

*mature content*

E L E N A

Adrian nibbles on my earlobe, while locking eyes with mine in the mirror.

I feel his large hands move from my hips, down to the top of my jeans. He undoes them and I watch him do it.

I'm so aroused and probably not thinking straight. My breathing is erratic and I place my hands on the counter in front of me.

The top of my black lace pantie is showing and beside me I hear Adrian inhale sharply.

"Do you want this?" He asks, making sure that I'm sure. I nod frantically, my eyes begging him to do something. "I told you before, I want words from you, Elena,"

"Yes, Adrian. Please," I breath out, rubbing my thighs together to try to relieve some friction.

His fingertips traces the skin on my lower belly creating goosebumps all up my arms. They slowly move down, and down until they get to my panties.

My air gets trapped in my throat as Adrian slips his hand underneath them, and I let out a gasp when his finger slides over my clit and to my entrance.

"So wet," he mumbles, more to himself than to me.

Adrian applies pressure to my clit and starts rubbing in agonisingly slow circles. I arch my back and the hard bulge pressing against my lower back doesn't skip my notice.

"Adrian," I moan quietly. His fingers quicken their pace and I throw my head back, resting it on his shoulder.

This is probably such an erotic sight for Adrian, looking at me in the mirror. He leans down and kisses me on the cheek. His other hand grips my hip.

His fingers stop moving and I turn to look at him, groaning in protest. But he quickly inserts one, then two fingers in my entrance.

My mouth opens with pleasure as he pumps in and out in a slow rhythm. We lock eyes and he bites his lip.

Adrian kisses and sucks on my neck while moving his thumb back on my clit. I moan loudly, writhing about on his fingers.

It's almost unbearable. I can feel a wave of pleasure consume my body and I squeeze my eyes shut, griping onto his biceps.

"Moan my name," he whispers.

"Adrian," I pant, squeezing the hard muscle of his arms, most likely leaving nail marks.

"Again,"

I lift my head and look into the mirror to see him staring at my face. My orgasm ripples through me and I cry out.

"Fuck, Adrian!" My legs shake uncontrollably and I can't stop myself from moaning his name repeatedly.

"So fucking beautiful," Adrian growls deeply, burying his face into my neck. His fingers slow down as I come down from my high. I lift my hands up to play with his hair, twisting the strands around my fingers.

He removes his hand and I watch him suck on his fingers, tasting my juices. "Delicious," he groans.

I button up my jeans and straighten out my top and Adrian washes his hands. My heart rate is still rapid and my legs are still weak.

"Oh my gosh!" A realisation hits me. Adrian lifts an eyebrow. "Kat is still out there! Come on, we have to go." I grab his hand and unlock the door, pulling him out with me.

Adrian just chuckles at me and shakes his head.

***

The brightness of the sky wakes me up early the next morning. It's still snowy outside. I throw on a hoodie and some joggers, put my messy hair in a bun and brush my teeth.