TIANA

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. It revealed a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . .

To hell with decency.

Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin.

He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible.

Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted.

His lips found mine again, whereas his hands acquainted themselves with my ass which found itself being massaged and squeezed. And I never knew any other feeling of bliss in the dark shadows cast by the rain that pattered on the frame of the car as my body succumbed to the heat of his attention.

Focused on the movement of his tongue, I gasped into the warm cavern of his mouth when his finger traced the outline of my underwear. His caresses were light eliciting pleasurable tremors throughout my body anticipating the inevitable contact of his hand on my centre. And I could tell he was only prolonging the torture with the way he pushed the fabric out of the way, only to massage my folds with just the tips of his digits. His fingers moved around making me grow wet with each passing second.

"Please," I whined lightly tightening my hold on him, moving my hips forward to increase the contact only to have him push me back down making me, a grown woman at that- pout like a spoiled child whose been told they couldn't skip dinner and have dessert.

"Be patient," he chuckled lightly moving away to stare me down. He smiled coyly causing a burn in my cheeks at the sudden realization that indeed I was partly naked underneath him. I bit my lip, looking off to the side at the shyness I felt as he proceeded to remove the garment covering my lower half. He kissed the side of my neck tenderly only to leave open mouthed kisses on my collarbone leaving his mark on me.

With my dress scrunched up settling on my mid-riff, he leaned back giving me a second to breathe, a second to grasp the fact that this space in time was our reality. I took him in once again and drank up the sight of him; expansive chest with hair littered all over it in a synchronized pattern my hands were dying to trace, I continued the journey across his frame to his bare, brawny arms that were currently undoing his belt buckle.

Hearing the slow descent of the zip. . .

I held my breath.

Legs on either side of this line we're about to cross that'll set us onto a path most fear to tread upon. He watched me, yearning I'm sure to see my reaction once he freed himself from his pants and I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

"W-We can stop . . . if you want," he whispered softly placing his hands on my thighs to massage the flesh halting any possibility of objection to bloom in my mind.

Even though his mouth proposed the notion to leave this where it was to stand rooted on the edge of the cliff instead of jumping . . . just wasn't right.

I pushed myself up keeping a firm gaze on him and took the chance to wrap my arms around him, kissing his chin lightly only to have him tighten his hold on my thighs.

He leaned his forehead against mine, the little light cast across part of his face to reveal his orbs.

And I couldn't help but reply by saying," Show me. . . " he tilted his head in question making me grow anxious in having to repeat what I said. I licked my lips, gaze unwavering despite being shackled to nerves," show me how falling head first off this cliff won't be a mistake."

He didn't reply instead he kissed me, putting more of his weight on me coaxing me to lie down against the leather seats.

"I'd lay you down a million times over delicately. You have no idea," he breathed heavily shaking his head slowly," how many times I became hard putting each dot and comma on the pages of every erotic scene in that book because all I wanted. . ." he paused shifting closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck breathing me in," was you."

Heart picking up its pace, matching the tempo of his movements. He moved away for a split second to cover himself with a condom.

I gasped the second he kissed me only to shake beneath him at the feel of his tip rubbing my entrance. But unlike before, he didn't waste any time in having me beg to fill me up with his care.

He entered me, the pain making me wince until all in the same breath a moan slipped out at the pleasure radiating from my centre to the rest of my body.

And before I could crash into the ground he caught me with his wings.

The pleasure cascading in waves as he moved at a steady pace setting me on fire at each kiss he laid on my neck and each part his hands touched or groped. From anyone standing outside they'd see the car rocking, dancing to the rhythm created by the rain that seemed to grow heavy given the sound beating its body increasing.

Although the back seat was small in space, in the garden where passion only blooms we made a plan and somehow managed on that leather surface to find a way. Anytime he thrust inside me I made sure to move my hips to match his rhythm. Squeezing his back anytime he cursed in my ear or licked it. I bit my lip hard, afraid if I made noise the spell cast would be broken. So I resorted to biting my lip despite knowing I'd probably draw blood from biting it hard when all I wanted to do was scream.

It worked for a while but when he shifted his pace and stared me down I couldn't take it.

Seeing his face contort in concentration along with the sweat on his face thrilled me past anything I knew.

And before I knew it the moan slipped out causing a wicked grin to stretch across his lips," Music to my fucking ears," he growled tightening the hold he had on me.

Before I could try despite the mounting pleasure reply with some witty response he picked me up and changed positions. With him still buried inside me, he sat up and leaned against the seat eyeing my sweaty profile with a predatory look.

And the next words that slipped out nearly made me climax at the gruff tone as he squeezed my backside," Ride me."

I think I just died.

Not waiting for a response, he moved his hands onto my hips, coaxing them into a rhythm that seemed to please him as he groaned out, tossing his head back. I moved atop him, hands settling into his hair tugging on it till I all but moved closer at the freckles dotting his neck.

The minute my tongue made contact with his salty skin, I latched on, sucking gently knowing I was leaving a mark on him.

It was only fair since he did the same to me.

"T-T. . ." he moaned softly shuddering beneath me making me smirk inwardly at the soft spot I seemed to have found.

And given the way he moved his hips upwards to meet me in the middle, I could feel my climax coming. Felt a stirring in my stomach at the end awaiting me. His hands grew frantic; arms like vines wrapped themselves around me such that I could hear his pants in my ear. And I could hear every sharp intake of breath from him as we drew closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

It hit me, though I knew it was coming I was still surprised at the overwhelming pleasure I felt as it bloomed from deep inside me. Arched back, legs shaking- heart intact, he groaned releasing himself and I knew in the steps we took there was no going back.

And time seemed to bend to our will as it stood still watching us. He shifted back pulling us both down on the leather seats now drenched in proof of the passion we freely chose to roll around in.

His hand rolled in soothing circles along my naked back and in as much as I wanted to listen to the rain that had all but calmed into a light drizzle, I listened attentively to his heartbeat.

When I heard a small voice in a deep part of my head whisper unto me. . .

You've made a choice to fall.

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