**Twenty Seven : Back Fire
The air was completely heated.
Eros’ head dipped down towards my face and he kissed my flushed cheeks with hot lips. The electric shocks immediately scattered all across my face like bright sparklers on the 4th of July.
I can’t deny the fact that Eros is easily able to diverge my attention with that tempting and sinful mouth of his.
“Y-You’ve already had a turn. Several turns,” I carefully reply. I made a move to untangle his hands from my hips, but Eros refused to relent. I doubted that I could move him with my measly skills unless he wanted me to.
“Emira, you can’t play with fire and expect it not to burn,” he murmured against the corner of my lips, his hot breath warmed my flushed cheeks with every word that he spoke. “And I want to do more than just burn you.”
My mouth was extremely dry at his statement. I barely had time to swallow that lump in my throat when his lips pressed against mine. My entire body tensed. Then, I turned to putty as we kissed deeply, tongue sliding against one another.
Eros’ left hand had found its way into my hair, rolling the long locks between his tapered fingers. He lightly cradled my head upwards to angle my face closer to his for easier access, and his hot tongue probed the inside of my mouth before sucking on my tongue and bottom lip. My breath was coming out in harsh pants, my fingers curled into the bed sheets and my back arched upwards at the intense sensations that bombarded all of my senses.
The sensory overload was more than enough for me at the moment. I could hear my blood rushing through my ears and my heart was pounding in a tattoo of rhythm that I couldn’t control.
The fact that my panties were probably soaking wet already was an understatement.
“You smell so good,” he huskily murmured against my neck. Eros was kissing down my face with each word purposefully. His mouth trailed from my lips to my chin, grazing the delicate skin with his canines.
His lips gravitated towards the sides of my face before sucking the lobe of my ear into his mouth. Eros sucked the skin lightly before biting down with slight pressure. Then, he sucked a little bit harder.
Automatically, goosebumps erupted all across my arms and legs.
I hadn’t even realized that the other buttons of the dress shirt had come undone until his hot palm cupped a full breast and squeezed. By then, I was dragged back to reality.
My entire body was exposed to him.
Where did my panties go?
I made a move to close the fabric but Eros caught my wrist, dragged both of my hands above my head and held it down with one of his.
After that, his head descended to my collar bone, biting the delicate flesh with light pressure. He kissed his way down until I could feel his hot gaze on my breasts as if he was trying to memorize what they looked like.
I swallowed thickly and bit down on my bottom lip. Eros squeezed the round globe of my breasts almost experimentally and molded it into the palms of his hands. I couldn’t contain the sharp inhale at the pleasurable contact. My nipples were already extremely hard and poking into the air, trembling as the skin of his palms grazed it from time to time. This action sends a trail of fire straight to my core.
Eros leaned over again, dark hair tickling my chest when his lips kissed all around my breasts, everywhere except for the hardened peaks that longed for his touch. He was trying to tease me again, probably in hopes of seeing me squirming underneath him, panting and moaning like a mess because of his touch, or lack thereof.
Then, he paused.
Eros lifted his head to stare at my face, which I could already tell was probably bright red and extremely aroused. His beautiful blue eyes were dark in color, giving him a rather dangerous and beast like feel while sweat dripped down from his chin to his neck.
The slightly wicked curve of his lips showed a hint of his sharp canines as he looked up at me. Then, almost too slowly, his head lowered towards my right breast and he blew hot air onto the sensitive peak.
I shivered in anticipation.
Finally, when his mouth closed over the pebbled nipple, I swear, I could see bright lights flash in front of my eyes.
The sensual moan that I tried to swallow down managed to crawl out. It was low and seductive even to my own ears when it left my lips.
At this point, I found that I couldn’t deny Eros.
When he pulled and bit down on my nipple, I couldn’t help but arch my back as if I was offering myself to him and moan wantonly underneath him. I was trembling like a baby lamb as he continued to play with my breasts. His hot mouth was still attached to my right breast while his hand squeezed and pulled on the nipple of my other one.
Before long, his warm hand traveled southwards, moving past my belly button until his knuckles brushed against my sensitive mound. A strangled gasp left my mouth. He easily parted my thighs to situate himself in between because all my limbs were like jelly.
I felt extremely exposed in this embarrassing position, but I couldn’t find the will to resist.
Eros was staring intently at me. My lower stomach clenched tightly at his hot and feral gaze.
Eros continued staring at the area between my legs. And I could feel myself get wetter if that was even possible.
Was this what it felt like when I was messing with him? Because the anticipation and wait feels awful!
Eros lightly touched my quivering lower lips with the pads of his fingers and then the skin of his knuckles.
I choked down a moan and turned my head away from him.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered against my skin, breathing hot air in harsh puffs against my clavicle. I involuntarily shivered at the intensity of his gaze.
The sensation was almost too much. I could feel more wetness coat my inner thighs when his fingers lazily circle around my lower lips and rubbed the slick flesh with his middle finger. The pressure was light and teasing at first. Eros slowly parted my lower lips and rubbed in an up to down motion until he found my clit. Just as his thumb rubbed against it, my entire body jerked. I was quick to lurch off of the sheets, a breathless moan leaving my mouth when he covered my lips with his and caged my body down.
The friction from his fingers was unbearably pleasurable.
“I want to mark you, Emira,” he announced against my mouth, his finger teasing my entrance and smearing the slick juices across his long digits.
What’s he talking about?
It was obvious that my mind was completely muddled at the moment because the only thing I could think about was his heavenly fingers and the pleasurable sensations that he was creating.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, his long finger slowly parted the flesh and pushed inside through layer and layer of delicate muscles at an extremely frustrating pace. I was quivering at the strange sensation. I watched him as he pulled his finger out only to see it slowly disappear back inside of me.
The action was repeated at different intervals until I was a breathy moaning mess with my thighs parted widely to let him have his way with me. The visual and physical stimulation made my core clench tightly with pleasure.
My head fell back.
The only sound I could hear was of our harsh breathing and the wet sounds of his finger leaving and entering my flesh. My eyes had rolled back into its sockets when Eros added another finger. He picked up in rhythm and increased the pace until I was writhing and moaning a broken stream of his name.
I felt hot.
It is like I was standing right next to an inferno with no water in sight.
And I could feel myself start to climb an invisible mountain.
“Let me mark you, Emira,” he whispered, fingers moving faster and faster inside of me.
He was cheating.
I bit down hard on my bottom lip, swallowing a gasping choke of breath. I tried to think straight while his fingers worked my heated flesh, but it became increasingly harder to keep my thoughts from scattering.
Yet the possibility of pregnancy was enough to make me think twice. It was the only thing stopping me from saying 'yes'.
I was tempted. I was really tempted, but I thought about what could happen. The consequences of that one simple word that could take everything away from me.
I shook my head frantically, a strangled moan making way past my parted lips. Sweat trickled down from his chin and onto my breasts. It slid against my skin and left a burning trail of sparks in its wake.
My fingers gripped the sheets, breasts heaving as I started to climb the invisible slope and my hips gyrated in a motion to get away or come even closer.
With two fingers pumping inside of me, Eros' other hand had gone back to fondling my breasts. He rolled the firm nipple between thumb and forefinger until I was crying beneath him, begging for something that I couldn't name.
Eros smiled knowingly.
His hot mouth enclosed around a swollen nipple and bit down before he consoled the abused flesh with his tongue. My entire body jolted at the stimulating sensation and a gasping moan squeezes from my throat.
When his large palm rubbed against my clit in circular motions and the fingers inside curled, it sent me off of the ledge.
Next thing I knew, I was sobbing my release, crying like a broken dam at the terrifying sensations that wracked me wave after wave. My thighs clamped hard around his waist, back arching into a curve while my toes curled into the sheets.
It was an out of body experience that left me trembling on the sheets.
It was terrifying. The feelings of being out of control. Completely and utterly enraptured by him—for him.
I’ve never felt anything that terrifyingly good before, and I doubted that I would ever feel it again without Eros’ touch.
Eros was still panting heavily. He kissed my sweat-soaked temples and murmured soft words of comfort. His body completely covered my still trembling one.
Just when I parted my lips to speak, loud knocks on the door immediately interrupted the moment.
The knock—beating on the door had managed to drag me out from the climax induced high.
I couldn’t even process the words that came from outside the door, but I recognized that annoying voice seeping through the wood. I probably would have recognized it anywhere.
It was Zanthos.