He tried to be civilized, to be polite and respectful. He didn’t want to come across as an animal, not on their first meeting. During the course of the day he had been confident that he would be able to stay under control. He had told himself he would stick to that, no matter what. Then she walked in.
He knew immediately that he would have to fight himself all night, starting at that very second. But damn it, he would at least try. She was funny. He was charming. They talked. They laughed. They connected. But all along, just under the surface, it was bubbling along. That lust for each other. That wanting and longing. That urge that had been there for so long. Bubbling. Increasing in heat and ferocity. They both knew it. It was useless. They had to get out of there and finally be alone.
He had an ounce of restraint left in him. Or so he thought. The moment he pinned her hands above her head with his face right in front of hers, it was all gone. He needed to feel her. He needed to feel what was waiting for him. What he knew was his and what she wanted to give to him. His hand moved between her thighs and she spread them without hesitation.
And at the moment his fingers slowly slid inside her, he whispered the words to her. She knew them. She knew they were true. She had never felt them like this before!
(Source: theguccislut, via sexyscorpiovixen)
