Pinned and Facing Heaven Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Pinned and Facing Heaven Ch. 01

... which way, for who cares how long. More than that, I needed to stare into those wild blue eyes and know that I did this to him, that my body made this beast totally unable to resist me.

I'd been with plenty of men, some women too, but this felt different. Some innocence I'd kept up for reputation's sake, some muzzle I'd put on myself, was evaporating into him. I needed him right now and I didn't care.

His finger--god, it's a perfect finger, like some fucking pianist from hell--pressed tenderly into the fleshy underside of my breast and traced upward, jarringly slowly, up and through to my collarbone. Heat seemed to follow his touch. His finger continued up, over my heart and the soft skin of my neck, and rested on the underside of my jaw. Ever so lightly and then all at once he pushed my head to the side and I gasped. He leaned in and paused. The smell of sex wafted around our naked bodies and I heard a little whimper come out of my mouth. My pelvis felt slick and I threw myself against him. His member was practically hot to the touch and as he leaned into me I could feel its weight press against the junction of my thighs. My body jumped at the touch. I pushed further onto him but the shackles held me back. I whimpered again into his chest, louder this time.

His finger started moving again, tracing my jaw, and his hand closed around my neck. He picked me up in one fluid motion, pulled me up against the wall, and I felt his length slide against my pussy and legs as I ...

... moved, picking up some of the moisture and sweat on my skin. And then suddenly I was his monstrous height, face to face with pearly white skin and that sharp jaw and those eyes that wanted to ravage me like the women he'd ruined a thousand times before.

Except I owned him, and my body was trembling in response. I arched and ground myself into him again. He'd picked me up with one hand and wasn't even trying. His biceps were lean as hell and the size of my head. God, what was this. I tried to move again and screamed. A weak gurgle made it through his grip. Hell, it wasn't fear, I just couldn't take being so close to him anymore.

He moved forward suddenly and kissed me hard, breaking the gap between us and pressing the full length of his body into mine. I felt my nipples shudder against the force of his chest but god, the way he kissed, it was hot and heavy and almost urgent. I could taste blood faintly and pressed my lips harder into his. His full length was pressed between my legs and my clit practically jerked at the contact. I moaned into him and in that moment I think I broke him.

He reached and snapped the chains the holding me and threw me with his other hand, his prize, onto the stone-lined bed. The heat of him and the cold of the stone hit my senses at once and I all but floated into a higher dimension. His hand found my neck again as he entered me. He thrust in fast, short strokes, grunting as he did so. My whole body was tingling from the touch and smell and ...