“Not much of a home.” He answers, his tone deep.
Opening the door for me, he lets me in first. Taking a careful step inside, I look around only to find... Nothing. No colour, no plants. The only thing I manage to notice is the cracks in the walls and a roof that is barely holding itself up.
Looking at him, I can tell he’s nervous, nervous that I will judge his home. Something I would never do. Not to him nor anyone else. That’s just not how I was raised.
Taking my hand, he leads me deeper into his small house, showing me his kitchen, his bedroom. A bedroom that only holds what’s most necessary, a bed and nightstand along a wardrobe.
Taking a tight grip of the back of my neck, he spins me around and kisses me. A kiss so deep and emotional it could catch fire. A kiss so deep I could fall for endless time.
Picking me up from the floor, he holds me in his strong arms as he walks us through the small room. I can’t help but to griphis hair, tilting his head backwards and deepening the kiss even more.
Lowering my body to his bed, a soft moan escapes my mouth, leading Ector to catch fire, his irises dilating until his eyes are mostly black.
“I need you.” He moans into my ear before kissing the length of my neck, my eyes rolling back to the soft touch of his tongue.
“Icraveyou.” He moans again with desperation in his voice, his hand gripping my breast.
“Mhmm.” The sound comes out unexpectedly as my teeth sink into my bottom lip.
Dragging my hands over his torso, down to his lower stomach, I demand his shirt come off. And so it does in an instant.
“Is this one of your favorite dresses?” He asks in desperation, gripping the bright yellow dress.
“No?” Another moan breaks me off.
“Good.” And before I know it, my breasts are bare from fabric, a sweep of cold air making my nipples harden underneath his warm tongue.
Slowly he works his tongue up my stomach and takes one nipple between his teeth, nudging it gently while his hand circles my clit.
“Ector,” I whimper in need, my back lifting from the mattress.
“Good girl.” He whispers into my ear before dragging his tongue over my breast.
“I need you.”
“What do you need,sweetheart?”
“You.” My body shakes as he teases my pussy with one finger.
“Are you mine?”
“Yes.” I moan as another finger enters.
“Yes you are.” He says, his lips meeting mine again as he makes me come.
“Ector, you should rest.” I break myself off with a moan. “You just came back.”
“Only because of you. I’m feeling better than ever, sweetheart.” He bites my earlobe.
My body heats up, my back lifting from the mattress as his veiny hands run over me. My nipples harden every time he brushes over them with his cold fingertips.
He starts kissing me, first on the lips, between my breasts, my stomach and then he lowers his head until it’s between my legs. Making my hands grip each side of his bed and calling his name.
“Please!”
“Please what?” He smirks.
I want to answer him but my mouth wont let me, the heaviness of each breath being taken lingers as the control over my body is no longer mine. In this special moment, it belongs to the man I love. And apparently, he knows exactly how to handle me.
