POV – Elena
The world had gone utterly still.
James was above me, his eles filled with luar, passion, and something I couldn't name, his breath mingling with mine in the narrow space that separated us. I could feel the warmth of him — solid, real — grounding me even as everything inside me spiraled out of control.
My pulse was wild, unsteady, and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or from everything that wasn't fear at all.
He looked at me as if I was something precious, something he wasn't sure he deserved to touch. His eyes, dark and searching, caught mine and held me there — pinned, breathless, willing.
I should have been nervous. I was. But underneath the trembling, beneath the quick rhythm of my heart, there was something else — a certainty that I couldn't explain.
It felt like my whole life had been leading to this.
His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch feather-light, reverent. My skin burned where his fingers lingered, and I couldn't look away. The air between us grew thick, heavy with something more than heat — a quiet understanding, a promise neither of us had spoken.
I feel his hands searching for the back of my bra, gentle, his touch almost magical.
O felt his manhood pressed against me. I stopped breathing again. He's huge. I could feel him just below my navel. He manages to unbutton my bra, and my breasts are bare. His eyes shine with desire. I move my hips, innocently but not too much, so that I rub against his manhood. He growls. A primal growl. He parts our lips, and as his hands descend to my thong, his tongue travels to my nipples. My god. This man is lust personified. I feel wet down there, almost embarrassed by how wet I am. It feels like a polo. I couldn't take it anymore.. I wanted this man more than the air I breathe. As he licked one nipple and gently touched the other with one hand, sending shocks through my body, his other hand was gently, almost too gently, on my thong. My nails were delicately digging into his shoulders. I bring my hands to meet his hand on the side of my thong and help him pull it down.
His eyes shine, and he let out a primal yet lustful growl. My hands searched for the entrance to his boxers, while his tongue and hands explored my breasts. My God, are we made for each other, or am I the only one feeling this? I try to push his boxers down with my fingertips, but I can't.
In a quick, desperate movement, he pulls them off.
His hands travel to my face. He holds me for the most passionate kiss I've ever felt. I felt his manhood touch my entrance. I could feel him trembling. With desire? Nervousness? I don't know, but I felt everything at once. He growled against my lips as he gave me passionate kisses, and I felt my hips move against his, seeking what only he could give me.
I moaned in anticipation. My skin prickled, my nipples hard against the bare skin of his chest.
I feel him remove one of his hands from my face, while the other remains there, caressing me intensely mid-kiss. That hand goes straight to his manhood. I can't help but moan. He touches himself and then brings his hands to my groin, touching lightly. I was in ecstasy and nothing had happened yet. He touches my entrance with his fingers, and when he feels how wet I am, he looks at me, smiling slightly. He touches me with his fingers, preparing me for himself.
I gasped. I want and need this man more than life itself. He thrusts inside me, sucking the air from my lungs. My nails dig into his neck. He growls, and his eyes shine.
He kisses me passionately and whispers, "You were made for me."
He was huge inside me, his body perfect on top of me. Defined, but not too much, his abs beautiful and sexy.
My God, is this a dream?
He continues to thrust inside me, growling and moaning at the same time as he kisses me as if his life depended on my kisses. If at first he entered me slowly, the rhythm begins to increase. He puts one hand on my waist and the other on my thighs, just below my ass. He increases the intensity, leaving me breathless and so close to release.
He slows down, and his hands touch my skin hard, as if he doesn't want this moment to end. His breathing is rapid, as is mine, his cheeks flushed, so much so that I couldn't even think. His kisses trail down my jawline, down my neck, and down to my chest. He growls and returns to my lips, increasing the intensity of his thrusts. I feel the release building inside me. He doesn't stop, bringing his hand to my entrance. As he thrusts in and out of me, his hand helps me reach release. I moan loudly and tremble all over, and the next second I hear him groan, as if he's sucking my soul out of me. I feel the hot jet inside me... and I know he's reached release too.
Our hearts are racing, and our breathing is labored. He lets his body weight fall onto mine and holds my cheeks as he gives me the most passionate kiss I've ever felt.