Unholy

12

He seems to stop. Time seems to stop. I am very aware of the closeness of our bodies, the smell of his breath, and the sound of his heart rate. Or is that mine? 

"I'm sorry." I start to say but that's all I get to say. His large hands cup my head and pull me close, meeting my lips with his. He tastes like... like everything good and unholy. He pulls away just when I expect his tongue to swipe across my lips. Did I hurt him? This lip is split, after all. 

"I don't know what happened." He says, slightly out of breath.

"Shut up." I whisper, pulling him in again and holding his body close with my legs. My hands rush through his hair, relishing in the feel of the soft locks. I fist a little of it in my hand and his hands go to my thighs. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and I wrap my legs around his body. He picks me up off the counter and breaks our kiss to carry me to the bedroom. I kiss softly down his throat, taking time to trace his tattoo with my tongue. A shiver rakes over his body and his breath becomes shallow. He drops me on my back on the bed and slides his Serpent jacket off his shoulders. I hear it hit the floor the same second he moves back on top of me, fitting in between my legs. His tongue darts out past my lips and he tastes the inside of my mouth. His tongue battles with mine and I break the kiss to nibble on it.

"Fuck, Heather. If I go any further, there's no going back." He warns. His hair hangs down over his forehead but I can see his eyes are closed and he's trying to control his breathing. I can feel the dent in his jeans pressing against the inside of my thigh.

"There's no going back anyway. Let's have a little fun." I taunt him, nibbling at his ear and a growl rips from the back of his throat. His head dips to the side of my throat and he kisses down it softly. "I won't fucking break." I hiss. His eyes meet mine and he smirks.

"You're in for it now, Princess." My body trembles at the name and he bites aggressively into my throat, soothing the pain with his wet tongue. He bites, sucks, and kisses his way down to my chest, stopping to remove my shirt. His eyes darken as he looks down at my body. He places a hand on my breast and I arch into his touch. "Fuck, you are beautiful." He breathes out. He bends his head to meet my lips once more and I wrap my legs around his hips, successfully grinding into his problem. I pull the shirt over his head and he helps to finish removing it. He picks me up from the bed and switches our positions, me straddling him. He sucks on my bottom lip, drawing blood to the surface as he unclasps my bra. He replaces my lip with my nipple, sucking, licking, and gently tugging on it. His thumb massages the other one and my head falls back, a moan on the tip of my tongue. I run my fingers down his body, admiring his smooth chest and enjoying the V that forms and trails under his jeans. I undo the buckle of his belt and unbutton the pants that seem to be too tight for the situation. I move my hips only slightly over his crotch and his eyes fall shut. 

"Pants off." He demands and I obey, sliding off of him to push my leggings to the floor. He crawls on top of me again, nibbling down my stomach and tracing the trail to my panties with his tongue. He rips the delicate lace with ease and scraps the remains on the floor. He pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and he kneels in front of me. I hear the buckle of his jeans hit the floor.

"What are you doing?" I breathe out. His mouth ghosts over the lips of my sex before he teases the entrance with his tongue.

"You're so wet, babygirl." He breathes, blowing on the inside of my thighs. "What got you so wet?"

"You- FUCK Sweet Pea." I moan as he delves into the folds, circling my clit with his tongue. I fist my hands in his hair and he groans as I tug it. He slips two of his fingers inside of me and I arch off the bed, praying for more.

"What do you want?" He asks me and then begins licking again. My legs shake on either side of his head as heat spreads through my lower region. I buck my hips to meet every thrust of his skillful fingers.