Mine – Part l

There was no need for any verbal interaction. No need to clarify anything as she continued to work. Button after button, his shirt opened up to reveal a strip of his toned chest. She tried to keep her eyes from lingering and concentrated on the task of removing his shirt. Heat boiled in her stomach, and she felt feverish all over. When she undid the final one, her nails stroked his abdomen. When she placed her hands on his hips, he groaned and flinched slightly. Tingles rushed through her body as she stroked her hands over his abdomen, up his chest, and to his shoulders. Their gazes locked, and she eased her fingers beneath the fabric of his shirt, unhurriedly brushing the garment off his shoulder. She inhaled sharply, unable to resist the impulse to sweep her gaze along his upper body.
He'd seen her naked before, but it was her first time seeing him bare in front of her. At the sight of him, she bit back a moan and chewed on her lips. The slacks he was wearing were too tight around his hips, and she could see the beginning of his V line leading to the region below his belt. Her fingers traced his muscular abs with the tip of her fingertips. Before her fingers could reach his V line, his hand softly grasped hers and stopped it in its tracks. He gently drew her hand to his lips and planted a firm kiss on her wrist, trailing the tip of his tongue up and over the heel of her hand, to her palm and fingers. The heat searing between her legs was unbearable. Their sinister desire flooded the room. He lowered his hand and placed it on her hip and back. As his finger curled up around the zipper of her dress, he looked her in the eyes, his eyes inquisitive.
He simply needed her to nod, and he slid the zipper down, removing the clothing from her upper body. He gulped hard as his hot dark browns scraped over the swell of her breasts, which were only covered by a bra. He lowered his head gently towards her. The distance between them was reduced inch by inch until their lips touched. A breathless moan left her chest the way his lips moulded against hers. In desperation, their hands went out to grasp onto each other. As he let out a low moan, her hand travelled down his back, her fingernails pressing into his flesh.
His fingers caressed her flesh, one hand buried in her raven curls, the other pressing against her hip. He deepened their kiss and imprisoned her in the prison of his insatiable need for her. As his hot tongue stroked across the sensitive skin of her lower lip, she shuddered. She eagerly welcomed his tongue into her steaming mouth. He yanked on the dress that was resting on her hips, and her hands frantically sought to get the clothing off. But his hands stopped her and his hands made their way to her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to the bed.
He positioned himself between her legs. His hands pressed into the fabric of her gown, while his other hand lifted her hand over her head, angling his head down to her shoulder. When Onyx's searing lips travelled down her neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses, Ophelia moaned and threw her head back. Every peck triggered a new wave of sensations and desires throughout her body. He ran his tongue over her collarbone, licking the line down between her breasts and over her bra to her navel. She watched him through her lashes as he knelt down between her legs. He raised his head and licked his lips.
"Are you sure that this is what you want?"
"Yes!" she muttered eagerly, nodding her head.
Onyx took the dress and yanked it down her body. As he removed the fabric off her body, his fingertips brushed against her thighs. The heat reached boiling pitch as he slung the garment over his shoulder. He lifted her leg and hooked it over his shoulder. When he pressed himself between her lips, her heart skipped a beat.
"Are you sure?" He once again asked looking up at her.
"I swear if you ask me that question again!" She whines, and a smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth. He slid his finger over her panties, and a gasp burst from her chest as he began to stroke her c*lit.
He rubbed his fingers over the bud, teasing, then pushed his fingers inside her underpants to directly touch her. She took in a breath and closed her eyes. He licked the inside of her thigh. Her legs clenched together, the dampness in her panties increasing. Onyx grabbed her thigh and opened her legs wide open for him. His hands pressed on the thin material of her waistline, and he ripped it apart without pausing. He pushed out his tongue, licking along her moist slit before lapping at her c*lit, and she gaped at him. As he sucked on her bud, she let out a breathless gasp of ecstasy.
When he swept the flat of his tongue over her swollen bud, her p*ussy trembled with desire. When he stroked a finger down her folds, she could feel her stomach coiling and more groans bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. He didn't pause as he slid his finger into her.
"F*uck!" Ophelia groaned as she ran her fingers through his hair. When he started pumping his fingers in and out, she yanked on his hair, moaning. After he inserted another finger, he pushed her to the pinnacle of her climax. This was the moment she had been waiting for the past couple of months. She had stroked herself so many times while thinking of him. Her fingers tightened into his hair.
Her jaw dropped wide, and the first thing she could say as he began curling his fingers was his name. When he quickened his tempo, she whimpered, biting her lower lip. His dark eyes were fixed on her lips, yet he didn't slow down. He rubbed her c*lit with his thumb in circles while thrusting in and out of her. She felt the ecstasy of her climax wash through her body as her walls clamped around his finger in hunger, to which he growled. When the euphoria of her climax dissipated, she finally opened her eyes and their gazes met. His tongue licked down her folds, and he let out a contented groan.
"I've missed your taste." He whispered, pulling out his fingers and licking her wetness off his fingertips. She resisted the need to beg him to take her.
He stooped in front of her, moving close until his arms were at her sides. Onyx pressed his palms up on the bed. She opened her mouth to inquire as to what he was up to, but nothing came out. The way his mouth seized hers drowned out the words.
She whimpered against his lips, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest in a close fit. Onyx quickly undid his pants, tugging the belt down and unzipping them before kicking them to the side. He kissed her, their teeth and moist muscle colliding ferociously.
"I knew you'd be the death of me the instant our eyes met at the airport that day." As his fingers unhooked her bra and pulled it down her body, he whispered against her lips.
"But at the same time, I continue living for you."
He slammed his hips against her. His c*ock teasingly slipped across her moist folds. His length rubbed back and forth on her c*lit. The throbbing between her legs was howling for him. She could feel herself pouring, an embarrassment of arousal covering his c*ock. Every brush of the tip just added to the fire's intensity.

She reached out between them, grabbing his c*ock and nibbling on his lower lip.
"Please." She whimpered.
"I'll give you all I have. My heart, body, and soul. Anything." He informed her. He planted another heart-stopping kiss on her lips.
"All I need is for you to say you're mine." He pleaded. He nibbled at her neck, his teeth grabbing a tender piece of flesh in the process. She squeezed her warmth on his c*ock, arching her back against him. Between her slits, she encased his eager body part. His mouth twitched from the strain of maintaining self-control. His grinding got a lot harder as his grip became more aggressive.
"Please." That final word struck a chord with her. She could feel his anguish pouring into her heart, as well as his desperate need for confirmation. But she had already done so.