Amorous

Sweet Lies

Elena's P.O.V.

He pushed the door with his leg, rushing our bodies inside. His mouth was all over mine, our tongues dancing, circling and intertwining. He was grabbing my ass all the time as I moaned into his mouth trying to take off his jacket. You gotta love a man in a suit, am I right? He took me in his arms, with me wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me to the first dresser.

With a swift move of his right hand, he knocked down everything that was on it, making a lot of noise. He suddenly stopped kissing me and he stepped back but still with my legs around him. I tried to normalize my breathing but it was really hard to do that.

"So...That was quite the show, don't you think?" - I thought about our little dance performance but I knew exactly what he was talking about.

He loosened his tie and undid the first button on his shirt, all while watching me with an annoyed smirk on his face. The tie was still around his neck so I pulled him close to me, almost connecting our lips again. He put his hands under my ass but didn't move as he stared into my eyes, devouring me.

"Yes it was." - I said, trying to sound as convincing as I could. A bit angry with my reply, he squeezed my ass which made me moan.

"Why are you doing this to me Elena?" - he sounded almost as if he was hurt by my actions. His ego was hurt, that's for sure.

"We were just having some fun, weren't we?" - I replied with an innocent look in my eyes, going along with the flow of this crazy foreplay of ours.

"You know that I don't like seeing other guys get near you, let alone touch you." - his gaze was so intense I was almost scared to look away from it.

"I know and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." - I said pulling him closer to me, his hard-on touching my core.

"Oh yeah?" - a playful smirk was now on his face and it was so sexy only looking at him, hearing him talk. His voice was raspy and soothing to my ears which caused a rush of warmth through my body.

He circled his hips, the sexual tension was rising by the minute and I couldn't wait for him to throw me on that bed and,  pardon my French, fuck my brains out.

"Mhmm." - I murmured, biting my lower lip, leaning my head back in pleasure.

"I am really looking forward to that, Ms. Foster."

He approached me completely, closing the gap between us resting his hands on my upper thighs. He got closer to my face, putting both of his hands under my ears and leaned in for a kiss. I wrapped my hands around his neck kissing him back, making it a soft, slow kiss which we both enjoyed.

He then carried me again, our lips still connected but now moving fast and with more passion and lust. He put me down and he slowly traced his fingers along my body getting to the edge of my dress, pulling it and slowly undressing me.

I grabbed him by his collar and I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt exposing his ink-decorated chest, getting lost in his beauty. I touched him with my hands, leading them slowly to his groin, undoing his zipper and the button afterwards. He threw back his head, enjoying my touch as I was stripping him down. He gently took my hand and pulled me up, our faces only inches apart.

"You'll have to do better than that." - his face was a bit timid but still alluring, making me want him even more. He started to approach me with his lower lip between his teeth and I was pulling back trying to reach the bed.

I felt the soft material under my body and a moment after that, the warmth and the weight of his body on me. He propped himself, holding his hands next to my face, looking down and straight into my eyes.