Playing With Fire

Part 12

He didn't say anything just slid his hand around to the back of her neck and slowly pulled the zipper down. Once it was released he slid both hands up her arms and gently peeled the dress off of her so that she stood before him in nothing but her underwear. She hadn't been planning for this tonight, so she was glad when she'd been dressing for the party that she'd had the matching set that she was currently wearing in her bag. She'd felt pretty when she'd put it on knowing the black lace looked nice against her naturally tan skin, but the way he looked at her now made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"You are so Goddamn beautiful. I feel like I should pinch myself or something 'cause I must be dreaming. This is really happening right?" he asked. She'd been undoing the buttons on the dress shirt he was wearing, but his words made her freeze at the reminder that there was something she hadn't told him yet. He picked up on how she'd stiffened up and he asked,

"What?" confusion apparent in his voice.

"Um, I have a confession to make."

"What?" he asked again, this time more apprehensive. Before she could answer though she shivered as the cool air hit her bare skin, and he automatically pulled her close to warm her up. When her bare skin came up against his hard body, both were distracted by how good it felt and both moaned a little at the contact. After that though he shook his head a little as if to knock some sense back into it and said,

"Uh-uh, confession first then this." She stumbled over her words at first, but finally managed to spit it out,

"Um, I...I already knew."

"You already knew what?"

"How you felt. I mean, before tonight, before I overheard you talking to him."

"How? What do you mean?"

"Do you remember that night we got drunk and hung out at the hotel all night a couple of weeks ago?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, um, I guess you were dreaming, or you thought you were or something, but, um, you kind of told me."

"Fuck. You mean that was re...." he trailed off for a minute before asking, "Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I was kind of in the middle of trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do about it. I knew I couldn't lose you Finn, so I had to make a choice."

"You had to make....Bayley I never meant for you to have to go through something like that."

"I know, but it was time. In a way I guess it was meant to be. We'd grown so far apart, but it was hard to distance myself from it enough to see that. It was the wake up call I needed," she said pushing the open dress shirt off his shoulders, leaving him in a tshirt and slacks. He wasn't to be distracted though and said,

"Still."

"I mean it. It sucked, yeah. Breaking up with someone is never easy, but I don't regret it. I wouldn't be standing here with you now, telling you I'm completely in love with you if you hadn't done that."

It looked like he was going to try to say more as she spoke, at least until she told him she loved him again. That had stopped in his tracks, a look of almost awe coming over his face. They both stood there for a moment breathing heavy staring at each other until they realized that she was still pressed against him in nothing but a few pieces of black lace, and then he was kissing her again, his warm palms and long fingers trailing over the naked skin of her back, pulling her tighter against him.

Once again what had started out as sweet quickly turned passionate. Desire consumed her as they broke away for air and he started placing feverish kisses along her jaw and neck. Chills raced up her spine when she felt his teeth scrape across her jugular, and she felt her knees weaken. She grasped onto him, nails sinking into his back through the soft tshirt he was still wearing, and suddenly she was desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. When she started pulling at the fabric he responded quickly, loosening his grip on her long enough to remove it.

The sight of his smooth skin made her mouth water and she couldn't stop herself from tasting him, placing an openmouthed kiss in the same sensitive spot that he'd made her weak with moments before, sucking gently at the skin and tasting the salt on her tongue. The vibration of his chest as he moaned in appreciation only spurred her on more, and for a few minutes she reveled in being able to make him weak.

He let her enjoy herself for a few minutes before he took back control, quickly turning the tables on her by releasing the clasp on her bra and discarding it, then lifting her and backing them up against the wall at the same time. She hit the wall with an 'oomph' feeling the cool, hard wall at her back in contrast to his hot mouth as it closed around her nipple

She felt her eyes roll back at the feel of him sucking and biting on the sensitive spot, sparks of desire shooting straight through her to the most intimate part of her body and making her feel desperate for even more. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, seeking friction, quickly releasing his belt and tugging it free when it got in the way. He gripped her ass with both hands helping her ride against him and making them both moan at the pleasure.

It hadn't taken them long to get to the point of no return, and she knew neither of them could take much more of the foreplay. She managed to half-whisper, half-moan,

"Bed," but he didn't need any more direction than that. He easily lifted her and carried her to the bed, depositing her at the end of it before stepping back enough to remove the rest of his clothing. He pushed his pants down off his hips, his heavy, beautiful cock bouncing back up as it was freed from the fabric. He stepped forward sliding his fingers up the outside of her thighs until he hooked them in the lace and pulled it free.

He stepped forward again, grasped her hips, and pulled her towards him until she could feel his hard length sliding against her wetness, the feeling unbearably intimate and yet so amazing. He paused for only a moment once he had them positioned right then entered her in one fluid motion, both of them gasping and overwhelmed at the feeling of finally being connected.

"Oh God," she moaned once he was fully inside of her, and he paused giving them both a moment to take in just how good it felt before he began a rythm in and out, slowly at first, but gaining momentum as he went. She was completely lost in it, the sensation too much, goosebumps across her skin as he hit her harder and harder, each time eliciting more and more pleasure, both of them desperatly seeking that feeling. She raked her nails down his back trying to get her grip, trying to both seek out and seek relief from the feeling building inside her.

"Fuck!" he moaned loudly in response, his voice rough and deep. He tightened his grip on her increasing the force even more and then neither could do anything but pant and moan as they drove each other further and further upward until she started to tremble. He buried his face in her neck, both of them sleeked with sweat, strands of her hair clinging to her skin. He exhaustedly kissed and nuzzled her neck anyway then whispered into her ear,

"Let go, my love, I have you,"

The words seemingly all she needed as she felt herself come apart at the seams, euphoria drenching every molecule of her being, consuming her until her vision went white and she lost track of reality in a sea of pleasure.

She was drifting as she could feel the pleasure finally ebbing away, could distantly feel the vibration, hear the sounds as he let go, she whispered 'love you,' not even sure he heard her before sleep took her.