The Shade's Of You. | ✓

4

Sophia.

His hand hitches up my thigh, wrapping my leg around his torso as he moves us away from the wall and I gasp against his soft plump lips— our lips locked as our kisses are heated and deadly, yet still so sensual and passionate that it has me breathless like never before.

Again, he pushes my body against something and slowly starts to move his hips against me, directly on my pussy.

I moan and my hands fist against his shirt while my hips move along to his slow, teasing grinding against the short hallway post. “That feels so good.” I murmur, feeling the heat slowly spread throughout my body, craving more.

His hand goes under my shirt, fingers softly dance against my hot skin— taunting me in their wake of rebellion.

I feel his hand go around me, behind me, gripping and kneading my ass in his palm as his lips go to attack my neck. I throw my head back against the post, allowing his luscious lips to devour and mark me more than ever.

“You're always so naughty for me, baby.” He grunts, pushing his hard cock more into me and I gasp at the pressure building inside of me. “You wanted me to see you tonight, dancing with that fucker, wearing my fucking shirt!” He growls against my neck and I nod my head.

Percy lifts my body up and I wrap my other leg around him as he guides us into a small dark room, with only a bed that's placed at the side of the room and when my body bounces on it, it's shockingly soft, definitely not expected.

His hands work to remove his shirt off me and when his eyes connect with my new lace bra, he groans out loud.

I smile, proudly, before sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I go to remove his shirt as well. I slowly run my hands down his chest, enjoying the view of this sexy man.

“Fuck,” He mutters, his hands go around my back to unhook my bra before his fingers tweak my hard nipples and his hands start to slowly massage my breast.

“Lie back down for me baby,” He murmurs and I nod.

I watch in silence as he works to remove his black jeans and then his boxers. I force myself to look away from his hard, thick cock and remove my own underwear.

Percy comes to hover above me, his hands placed themselves at the sides of my head and his knees at the side of my hips. It's a sexy sight and a view that'll stay etched in my memory for a long, long time.

His hand slowly traces down my body and I shiver at the slowly, teasing pace, ignoring how wet it gets me— it's not long when his fingers make contact with my clit, causing my body to jerk and he smirks at the affect he has on me.

I stare up at him, refusing to lose our eyes passionate swirls that dance across his and my eyes, everytime they connect with each other. It's like a trance.

My hand reaches down to grab at his wrist, pulling him away from my cunt. “I don't want to foreplay with you right now. I just want you to take me, now, please.” I whine.

He shakes his head, a small smirk adorning his lips and I groan and moan at the same time he decided to thrust two fingers inside of me. “I'll let you have your way other time, amante.” He says, sounding smug and so sure of himself.

“P— Percy!” I moan and glare at the tattooed man.

His fingers move skillfully and expertly inside of me, drawing moans and whimpers from me while his mouth takes the time to suck on my breast and pinch at my nipples. It's sinfully painful pleasure that his giving.

His tongue circles around my nipple and my back arches. With his hands inside and his mouth suckling, I come undone within minutes of his sweet torture.

“You're the devil,” I wheeze out, snickering.

My breathing is heavy and he chuckles, nodding his head in agreement which earns him another lazy glare.

Percy doesn't give me time to process because he slowly drags his thick cock up and down my folds before slowly pushing in, making me feel every inch that enters me.

I wrap my arms around him just as he digs his head into the crook of my neck, muttering a little fuck on my skin.

He slowly moves his hips back, drawing out his cock again before sliding it back in— successfully pulling out loud, breathy moans from my parted lips when he continues his slow torture. He thrust, again, and again, and again.

“Oh god!” I whimper, dragging my nails down his back when he suddenly pushes fast and deeper into me.

I want to tell him to stop but I don't want him to stop, the pressure and love and passion rolling off him is enough to have me thrusting my own hips up, trying to match his rhythm while our lips collide against each other.

I've never, ever in my twenty years of existence felted so wanted— needed and loved by other, not until him.

And this moment that we share between us, it will forever stay with me because our arms wrapped around each other and our skin so hot and sweaty against one another, our breathing barely there, all these things and so much more, it proves to me that not only I love him but he loves me, maybe more than I'll ever know— I would never know.

Tomorrow morning, I will leave and I will never come back.

I think he knows this, this is why his being so, so gentle and slow and passionate with me, more than before.

It's why his head dips down to kiss my tears that escape and it's why his arms tighten around me. It's why his eyes plead with me, yet, still so understanding towards me.

“I love you,” I breath out.

He doesn't acknowledge me, he doesn't say anything, not a single thing to try and save us and I understand it.

“Non voglio che tu mi lasci.” He whispers and we cum, together afterwards. And it may be for the last time.

-

OKAY, WEIRD CONFESSION TIME :

I used to cringe so hard when reading (and sometimes writing) these sexual scenes. I'm not in any way familiar with anything sexual in real life, so I hope my writing is living up to expectations lmao.

-

How old are you guys anyway? 😂