Believe (BWWM) (On Hold)

Such A Turn Of Events...Literally

The predatory gaze he wore was excitedly frightening. Good thing I turn the stove off because with the way things are escalating I don't think we're anywhere near the subject of food.

“W-What are you up to? I don't like how your approaching me...” I quivered backing and knocking things down in the process.

He chuckled and his grinned widened.

“Just trying to have a taste of some chocolate....” he murmured, taking a longer stride in each step as I back further into a trap I don't think I'd mind even being in.

“Let's finish what we started...or rather say I started. You aren't going to curb stomp my balls are you...” he questioned, wincing slightly in memory. “Man you have a kick on you...”

My back hit the wall and I knew I was a goner.

His P.O.V

The rise and fall of her heavy chest tortured me. Although I wanted nothing more then to ravish her until I ruined her for others, I wouldn't want to have her in this way, but I will have a taste, and that's exactly what I'm going to get. I placed my hands on the sides of her head, towering my body over hers.

“Tell me you don't want me...” Our heavy breathing pierced the silence.

“Tell me you don't want me to trail my long wet tongue between those thick thighs...” A noticeable shiver raked through her body. Exactly the reaction I wanted. I grazed my fingertips on her short clad thighs between her thighs, not so much touching the spot she begged me with her eyes to touch. Such intensity in her pretty brown orbs.

“Touch me...” she whispered, submitting her body to me.

“Repeat that...”

“Oh god touch me Zecharian...” she moaned aloud and placed my hands between her thighs. So warm, so inviting, and probably so wet. They always say make love to a woman's mind and everything else will follow. I kept eye contact while sliding my hands in her shorts, finding her to be panty free.

“Sweet jesus...” I growled, and her wetness coated my fingers. I couldn't wait much longer and sucked my fingers into my mouth, moaning at the taste of such a woman. My woman. She doesn't know that yet though.

Her P.O.V

I've never experienced such things before. I may be a virgin, but I ain't innocent. My body feels like its on an all time high, floating into the oblivion of carnal desire. His lips enveloped mine, mingling our taste together as one. I taste the tangy flavor of myself upon his tongue. Somehow we made it into my bedroom, and I was looking up into his eyes as he eased my shorts down.

I watched as his tongue glided across his upper lips and his teeth caught the bottom one.

“So beautiful...so pretty..” his fingers delved in ever so slowly. “So pink...”

My hips raised on their own accord. “Ah ...ah ..ah...patience....” He held my hips down placing butterfly kisses on my stomach while trailing his tongue down my stomach, skipping the place that yearned for his touch. Nips and licks graced the planes of my thighs as I moaned out in agony.

“Please....” He looked into my eyes and revealed his monster of a tongue. “As you wish my queen....”

My body jerked upward and a noiseless moan escaped me. Left, right, circle, figure eight. He tongue-f*cked the life out of me, paying special attention to my throbbing, aching cl*t.

Third Person P.O.V

She gripped the sheets till her knuckles whitened. He couldn't believe the taste of her, he could just bathe in it, coding it into memory. Drowning in her essence. She was just as good as he imagined, if not better. He unlatched his tongue from her, and heard her mewl in disagreement. Her fingers latched into the feather soft curls of his hair and yanked his head back down to her sweet spot.

“You like that don't you...?” She groaned louder, and he took this distraction to add a finger in, her warmth clenching his fingers for dear life. Out. In. Fingers curling touching that lovely g-spot to bring her towards the bring of shattering. He knew she was on the verge of her orgasm, and he pulled out.

The erection he was holding was starting to hurt. Oh he needed to be inside her folds so bad, but the primal instinct took over, he sheathed himself in protection, flipped her face down and rammed inside, groaning at the perfection in such a feeling. Her tightness made it impossible not to pummel her like she was the last time he'd every get to experience. “Harder...” she groaned in pleasurable pain. Her moan cracked and heightened to a soprano like cry. “Jay...Jay....JAY!”

She shook her head in confusion. “What?” she snarled at the person who interrupted her thoughts.

“You okay? Your sweating and flushed? You feeling sick?”Zecharian felt her head in concern. It was only a day dream. Only a damn day dream. You've got to be kidding me.

“Well I've got to head back home. I just wanted to see if you were doing okay is all?”

“It's been one day you jolly f*ck! You'll survive without me for a day.” she grumbled.

“Thanks for dinner by the way. See you tomorrow.” I can't believe I just imagined such things about my boss.

Hey, hey, hey. Sorry for the delay in chapters recently. Been busy trying to prepare things for school, and applying for more scholarships. I despise writing essays. Those wretched things, anyways...Hope the chapter did you well, and you guys forgive me.

Sincerely,

Savvy