Candid Curiosity
Sparks flew of their own accord
Their hearts bet on what they couldn’t afford
A hurt forgotten was starting to emerge
Curious, she explored an adamant urge
Vienna
The chaos dissipated.
With his every touch, the tangles in my mind loosened, building a bridge between the contrasting emotions I constantly battled. I was no longer split in two. In him, I found my anchor. His presence grounded me; it burst through the demons of my darkness. My dreams became a reality as I stared into his eyes. His hands unraveled me with every touch. No longer driven by my doubts and miseries, I gave into my heart’s desire. I jumped into this tangible need and let myself become his.
He leaned in, his bare chest flexing and easing as he crawled up to shadow my petite body, ruining my sanity with every aggressive caress. His presence, his totality, overwhelmed me. I felt so small, so fragile under him. My body responded to him like he was the master and I his slave. My core liquefied with every breath I took. I became a riot of emotions.
Fear tingled in my nerves along with bubbling anticipation. I wasn’t scared of him. I was scared of what this intense emotional rollercoaster would do to the walls I’d tried to build around myself. The feel of him around me was intoxicating. I wanted to plead for him to end my misery. I wanted to demand him to take me. I wanted him to, once and for all, take away the madness in my mind.
He closed in, grabbing my hair and pulling me into a deep, ravenous kiss. He wasn’t gentle, and I liked it. It had been too long since I’d felt strong, not easily breakable. In his fervor, I found my freedom. He mercilessly pulled my hair, his lips bruised mine with power and possession, and our teeth clashed, broke the barriers of my skin, and made me bleed. I whimpered and moaned into his hold. Fire blazed through my blood as his free hand tore my dress shirt, branding the sensitive skin of my waist with his dexterous fingers. My panic rose and faded as I felt his skin on me, his chest pushing into my barely covered breasts, amping up the intensity of our intimacy. Every ion of my being was hyper-aware of every touch, every breath, every moan, and it scared me, but I wanted more.
His tongue mated with mine, clouding my worries every time they arose.
Panic faltered over my passion.
I sucked his lips with fervor, let his tongue fuck mine. My body pressed into his, wanting him closer, wanting to drown myself in him. My hands moved about his sculpted back, timidly exploring his form, his smoothness, his cuts and ridges, aroused by how wonderfully he was built, lean and toned, muscular but not bulky.
His mouth moved with confident aggression, wandering away from my lips, trailing kisses down my neck, onto my chest, toward my breasts as his hand snaked behind and undid my bra, removing it in one swift motion. My nipples perked up in the air, and I immediately tried to cover my now-exposed breasts, but he grabbed my hands and clutched them, not allowing me to hide. I arched in his kisses, desperately trying to hold onto him as he continued ruining every inch of my chest with his hot mouth.
He lifted his head from the valley of my breasts and looked at me.
His eyes met mine, fiery to nervous.
“You don’t get to hide from me anymore.” His tone left no room for argument. In the rasp of his lust-laden voice, I lost mine. I had no comeback, nothing to say.
“You’ve done your damage, over and over again.” He glared at me, his breath heavy with lust, his eyes blazing with an insatiable need to own me, and yet he had the strength to stop, to talk, to give me a piece of his mind.
I lay there half-naked, fully aroused, and entirely at the mercy of this mercurial man. A man I didn’t know, yet felt like I’d known forever. I stared into his eyes, saying everything I wanted without a single word. He answered by tightening his hold.
Take me, I whispered in silence.
I’m all yours, my eyes said.
The fire blazed turquoise in his eyes as he heard my unspoken words. So many emotions stormed to the front, but he didn’t say a word. He just pressed his body harder into me, making me moan as his weight crushed me.
“I’m done playing your games.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him. His eyes burned me with their temper as they seared into my soul. His breath fanned onto my lips as he whispered, “Tonight will be your worst nightmare, Vienna.”
He wanted me to be scared, but I roared to life at his challenge instead. I smiled and countered, “Tonight will be my favorite dream.” I arched up to his body, pressed my breasts into his chest, accepting his challenge. He hissed as my erect nipples touched his warm torso. I was affecting him, just as much. The realization filled me with confidence. I moved closer to his body. My lips reached up to his jaw, and I bit him. “Try your worst, and I’ll make it the best damn thing, Kingston,” I said between kisses.
He bit my lips in response, twisting my trapped hands, making me cry in pain, moan in pleasure. He bridged the gap between our bodies, making me wetter. I tried to squeeze my legs together to find some relief, but he pushed them apart. His knee lodged in the middle of my legs, using his weight to hold me down. His erection nudged my naked belly, making me whimper.
He must’ve sensed my thoughts, because his eyes glinted with wicked satisfaction. Leaning in, he touched his lips to mine. “You don’t control this situation. I do.”
And before I could say anything, he shut me up with another kiss while he pulled down my pants and underwear.
In a blink, I was naked.
My body heaved in his presence; I couldn’t look away from the way he stared at my naked body.
I followed his every move in awe. Everything about him was perfect. His naked torso, his disarrayed hair, his bulging biceps, and his erection proudly tenting out its confines. It was the perfect arsenal to leave me undone.
The air around us crackled as our connection dived deeper. We didn’t look away from each other as he ever so slowly slid back to kneel on the floor and grab my feet, pulling me toward his mouth. I screamed as his warm breath teased the very core of my being.
I tried moving away, but he pinned me down, already anticipating my move.
“No, don’t, it’s too much,” I whimpered. “P-please,” I begged.
He inched his nose dangerously close to my clit.
I jumped at his touch, pulsating with rioting sensations. Overwhelmed with the intensity, I tried to push free, but he didn’t let me go, never looking away as I withered in his hold. His breath fanned my thighs, making me tremble, as he spread my legs apart farther and licked the length of me.
I cried out. “Kingston, please.” I pulled his hair. “It’s too much.”
But he was relentless. He sucked my clit in reply. His body kept me nailed to the bed as he reached up to my breasts and squeezed me, pinching my nipples and fucking me with his tongue without mercy. It was all too much, and I had no control over it. All I could do was give in.
“Kingston, Kingston, Kingston,” I chanted as the intensity built. With every touch, my body shivered with heat, and I rose to newer levels of ecstasy. His hands and mouth worked in tandem, torturing me, making me go insane.
I begged him to stop, my actions contradicting my words, my body radiating with need.
My pleas just added to his power.
He looked up at me, maintaining his torture, as he reached up to my core and in one swift motion, he plugged two of his fingers inside.
“Oh my God.” My core ignited as his nimble fingers thrust into me with relentless precision. He undid me, staying true to his threat, punishing me with passion, ripping me apart with lust and ecstasy.
With every thrust, I surrendered, giving in, allowing him to take me wherever he wanted.
Blurry images danced around me as he ruined me with his ardent alchemy.
Memories of passionate phantom encounters rushed through my senses as he took over my body, adding fuel to this building climax.
Images of me and Kingston laughing, kissing, fucking, making love rioted in my mind, escalating the rise of my orgasm.
“King,” I moaned. “King,” I cried. “I… am… Ah, please,” I begged.
He thrust his fingers once more, and I cried out. One more lick, one more thrust and I would fall into the most earth-shattering, toe-curling orgasm.
One more. One more.
He stopped, and a loud scream of frustration escaped my lips, as the bubble of pleasure started to deflate. “No! Please, Kingston.” I begged, hoping he’d understand and free me from my misery, but he let go, stood up and moved away.
I wanted to scream at him.
How dare he leave me hanging?
How dare he tease me like this?
Looking straight into his eyes, I waited for an explanation. Why was he doing this?
“You don’t get to come unless I want you to come.” He stood by the edge of the bed unabashedly proud and in control, his cock arrogantly erect in his pants, uncaring of his mouth that glistened with my wetness while I squirmed on the bed, desperate for him to continue.
My eyes bored into his as I sought to understand. But he just stared at me, taking in my vulnerable state, as he slowly undid the strings of his pajamas. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled them down. His cock sprang out, and I gasped. Everything about him was breathtaking.
His body was a piece of art. Every muscle was well-sculpted and defined.
He was ripped. My eyes wandered shamelessly over him as he kneeled on the bed and crawled onto my body.
He pulled me close to him. “Time for gawking is up.” Before I could even breathe, he spread my legs and thrust into me.
I cried out as my walls fought to adjust to his delicious girth.
He dug his fingers into my back as he pulled out and thrust in again, harder and harder. He bit me and kissed me all over, grabbing my scalp and pulling me closer. “Don’t look away,” he growled.
I gasped, feeling him deep inside me. With every thrust, my body adjusted slowly, transforming the pain into pleasure.
He pulled me up to straddle him until we sat facing each other as he thrust into me, my legs wrapped around his waist, my breasts pushing into his chest with every thrust. I held onto his hair as he maintained eye contact, urging me to newer heights.
My body swayed in his possession, and I closed my eyes and became his with every thrust, every touch, and every moan. My world closed in on him and only him. Nothing else mattered anymore.
“Open your eyes and look at me.” He pulled me closer to his mouth, giving me a ravenous kiss. “Watch me fuck you, punish you, pour myself into you.” His voice dripped with anger, but his eyes, his vivid eyes held passion. Even in his thrusts, even in his attempt to overwhelm me, I could feel his care. The way he held me so protectively close to him and ever so gently caressed me contradicted his angry thrusts.
All this was a façade.
The prompt realization took away the shock and filled me with love, love for him, for this moment, for our union.
Sure in my belief, I forgot my hesitation and reached out, grabbing his face and looking straight into his soul.
His thrusts faltered as I caressed him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I smiled. “I’m not afraid,” I whispered. “I’m all yours.”
He growled, dropping me onto the bed and pounding into me, my legs on his shoulders.
My emotions for him roared to life, fueling my orgasm.
My hands left his face and grabbed his hair as his thrusts turned aggressive.
I matched him with every thrust, giving more and more of myself to him. I shed all my barriers and completely gave into the moment, gave into him.
The orchestra of my orgasm grew louder and louder with every touch, every kiss, every thrust.
Never once did I look away from his eyes, not even when I wanted to scream at my undoing, not even when the pleasure became too much.
I climbed again, onto the same path he’d brought me down from. I whimpered, terrified he’d deny me again, as I got closer and closer. “Kingston,” I cried.
He grunted in response. “Hold onto me and don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes.”
I obeyed and gave in.
His thrusts became frantic with my submission. He became a wild beast as he raced to the end, taking me along.
He reached up between our joined bodies, pinched my clit, and I detonated. I fell from the tempest he’d been building within me.
I fought the urge to close my eyes and drown. “Kingston,” I screamed.
He thrust, and right then, let go, pouring all of himself inside me.
“I fucking hate you,” he snapped as he came. “I so fucking hate you.” And he closed his eyes, breaking the very promise he’d made me keep.