Fighting for love

Chapter 12

Clytia wished she could put the lust that man was igniting within her on the alcohol. But she knew she hadn't drunk enough for that. Nolam had one hand on her cheek, the other one on her small back. The kiss was slow, tender, and sensual. Slowly, she raised her hands on his neck. He started licking her lips, pushing his way into her mouth. The kiss was surely becoming intoxicated. He used his weight to lower her, making her lay down on the couch. His hands were caressing her legs, making his way to her higher thighs. It was suffocating. Clytia didn't want it to stop. She felt him grab her butt. She instinctively open her legs, giving him room to settle between them. The kiss was now full of fervor.

Nolam wanted her. He had decided to take things slowly but he couldn't. He lowered himself, kissing his way to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, while squeezing her ass. She was moaning beneath him. The heat between her legs was the undeniable proof of the effect he had on her. He went back to lips, kissing her like his life depended on it. They were both out of breath. He stopped, staring at her, his blue eyes hooded from lust and more piercing than ever. He licked her bottom lip then bite it.

He could see the hesitation in her brown eyes. He couldn't let her close herself from him again. He kissed her again. This time with more passion. He wanted to obstruct every single noise from her mind, making sure to be the one and only in it. His hands were caressing her inner thighs, making her skin tingled from anticipation. Driven by desire, she lifted her palms on his abdomen, enjoying the contact of his rippling abs. Every breath, every touch sent chills through her body. Nolam love the contrast of her dark complexion against his pale one. Her body started to ache for more as she whimpered under his caresses.

His actions were deliberate and controlled. Going back to her neck, he began to suck it. She turned her head giving him more access, while his hand found their way on her private part. She was wet, dampened, leaking from her core. It made him smirk against her throat. He knew at that moment that he had her. He raised himself looking straight into her eyes while his fingers run small circled on her center. Her chest was growing heavier with his movement, driving her crazy. She couldn't keep her eyes from his. He had her under a spell. Her body had surrender to him and she was having a blast.

The orgasm took her by surprise as she felt it exploded, forcing her to grab his hand to force him to stop. He chuckled. Yes! A dark, low, smoky chuckle. Making her ride the wave a little longer. 

I am screwed! She thought slowly coming back to her senses.

Shoving her panties to the floor, he undressed himself completely, releasing his throbbing, gloriously built and powerful erection. No surprise she was sore for days after their one night stand. He reached for his wallet in his pants and took a condom that he rolled on himself.

"Honey, if you want to stop, now is the time to speak!" he said, internally praying for her not to.

For all answer, she reached for his arms, dragging him back between her legs. There was no turning back now. Nolam didn't need a word to catch her approval. He trapped her with his arms, scorching her with every touch. His hand dropped to her hip, then slide over her ass to slam her against him. She was a moaning mess. He had rendered her mind defensive walls to ashes.

She arched her back, urging him and desperate for her release. Her core was clenched in anticipation. He was torturing her, rubbing his erection along her slit. When he started to enter, she gasped. He paused making sure she was okay. When she smiled, he pushed himself fully into her in a swift movement. She needed a moment to accommodate to his girth but she felt like it was worth it. He stretched her gently as he started to move in and out. He growled softly in her ear as he continued to kiss her passionately. Her hands roamed on his shoulder blades pressing him more into her. He was driving her crazy. Every thrust was building another orgasm within her. He was gentle, yet powerful, nice yet passionate. He was good!

She didn't know how long they lasted but her moans were filling the room. Her legs began to tremble against him. She was closed. He accelerated throwing her in another insane wave of pleasure while she could feel him reach his own pick.

"Damn girl, I'm never letting you go" he breathed as he collapsed pulling her on top of him.

She refused to think of the repercussions. She just stayed on his chest as she felt the last strides of pleasure ride out of her. He had dragged any ounce of energy out of her. She was exhausted.

She then shifted making him groaned and tightening his grasp. He was a cuddler. She pushed one more time on his chest to get free from his embrace.

Nolam didn't want to release her. It felt like home to have her like that against him. But he knew he needed to win her trust. And they were on the right direction.

"Going to bed?" he asked as she stood.

She hesitated a minute before extending her hand to him. "Yeah. Let's go to bed."

He smiled, taking her hand and following her.