Masquerade – (Part 3) NSFW

In that moment all that existed was them. With no boundaries of guests or ballrooms, they grabbed for each other.

Their passion was raw and primal. His tongue hungrily explored her eager mouth and Evie ran her hands wildly through his hair, kissing, nipping and nuzzling with as much need as him when she felt her back slam against the wall.

His hips crushed against hers, pinning her to the wall while his hands pined rabidly over her hips and the curves of her breasts. The strong bulge of his arousal pressed hard against Evie’s belly, her sharp gasp silenced by a hand threading through her curls, firmly pulling her in to another salacious kiss.

A low, animal groan rose from his chest in to her mouth and Evie clambered at his solid biceps, grabbing fistfuls of his suit jacket as he hurriedly shrugged it off, throwing to the floor while she unbuttoned his shirt. He reached round to her back, roughly pulling down the zipper of her dress, his other hand yanking up her skirt while his lips devoured her, as if he was dying of thirst and she was his life saving water.

Long, lace sleeves peeled off her arms, exposing the navy laced bra underneath when he suddenly swooped her up in to his big arms, kissing her ravenously as he carried her in to the master bedroom.

Evie’s mind and body soared; she didn’t remember the last time she felt so alive.

As if she were a piece of fine china, he carefully laid her down on the bed. His blue eyes glinted underneath his silver mask while he stood back, taking her all in. This woman laid on silken sheets half naked for him was certainly a sight to behold. Chocolate coloured curls sprawled over the sheets, smooth creamy skin, skirt falling up over her hips, full breasts bulging up over her bra and those gorgeous doe eyes lustful and inviting.

In one smooth move, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers and boxers, springing his erection free. Not taking his eyes off hers, he crawled up on the bed. Fingers caressed up from her foot…up her calf…over her thigh…The feel of his calloused skin on hers sent Evie’s nerves dancing as he slowly trailed up further, finding the band of her underwear…

For a brief second Evie didn’t realise the lingering cry she heard had come from her.

Dextrous fingers moved slowly inside her, teasing and tantalising while his thumb circled her sweet centre. Instinctively, she grasped at his shoulders and his hair, wave after wave of pleasure at his hand sending her back near arching off the bed.

With his free hand he pulled down the cup of her bra, taking a taut peak in his mouth, skilfully flicking his tongue back and forth. Evie’s toes curled and another desperate moan rose from deep inside her, hips rocking against his hand, hot breath rolling over her chest.

“Tell me you want me, sweetheart…” he growled against her swollen lips, “I want to hear you say it…”

Fireworks of colour burst under Evie’s eyelids. She bit her lip and her hips bucked involuntarily once more. She couldn’t hold out any longer. She needed him. Now.

“I want you…” she breathed, “I want you…”

A sinful grin spread across his handsome face as he reached over to the bedside table, taking out a condom from the drawer. He grabbed at her underwear and she wiggled out of them. Feeling him press against her entrance, she grabbed hold of his open shirt, pulling him on top of her when he thrust deeply inside her.

The echoing sound she made was like music to his ears. He balanced himself on his forearms, thrusting hard and fast inside her, watching pleasure etch over her beautiful face and her svelte body arch just for him. A guttural grunt caught in his throat in the crook of her neck. God, she felt amazing. The way her hands clasped around his buttocks, matching his movements, toned legs wrapped around him, her hips squeezing him higher…

They rode the waves together, chests heaving, primal moans filling the room, becoming the heat they so desperately craved in each other. The feel of each other’s salty skin on their tongues, nipping, kissing and biting as their passion burned higher until neither of them could take any more.

A feather light kiss on Evie’s neck, like he had done on the dance floor, sent her over the edge. She split apart under him, her nerve endings screaming, crying out in a way she never knew she could. The sound of her climax and the way she clutched at his biceps as he thrust even deeper tore at every last shred of control he had. His hips jerked, his muscles tightened and he threw his head back in a harsh cry, sending a second orgasm through Evie in a delicious shudder.

It felt like a lifetime before their breathing finally steadied. As they lay dizzied on the king size bed, he pulled Evie in to his arms, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Soreness ached through her limbs, tiredness pulling at her eyes as she nestled in to his muscled chest. She was so dazed she almost forgot they still had their masks on. Gently stroking his fingers through the hair at her temple, her gaze locked with his.

“That was amazing…” he murmured with a gentle, tired smile.

A small smile and satisfied hum was all Evie could manage before she drifted off in to a sound sleep.

 

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Violet Grey
Copyright, 2018 –  Life of Violet
All Rights Reserved.
*Picture – Pinterest

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