To Love and To Lust

Chapter 8

Amelia

My breath is taken away by the kiss that Martin and I are captivated with at the moment. One second, I'm frozen and thinking that it is too good to be true, and another, I'm reciprocating the kiss just as passionately as he is kissing me.

Martin runs one of his hands through the back of my hair and plants the other on my a*s to keep me in place, but he doesn't have to, because I won't try to separate myself from him anyway. I want this.

The hand on my a*s glides lower until it's at the hem of my dress, then he brings it upwards under my dress, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

When he cups my bare a*s cheek, I gasp, allowing him the chance to deepen the kiss. A moment later, Martin trails his lips down my jaw, then neck, making me shudder in response.

Tearing his lips away from my body, he looks at me and speaks, "Tell me to stop."

"Don't stop," I tell him instead.

That seems to be all the permission he needs, because he brings his hand around to my front, cupping my s*x in the process.

"Oh god," I moan loudly as his hand grazes my cl*t.

Abruptly, Martin stops and lifts me on the bathroom counter like I weigh nothing. He walks toward the door and clicks the lock in place. My heartbeat speeds up when I think of what he will do, yet I’m shaking with anticipation.

When Martin is in front of me again, he nudges himself between my legs and stares deeply in my eyes. My cheeks heat and I attempt to turn away, but he gently holds my chin, preventing me from doing so.

"Don't turn away from me," he tells me in a commanding voice and, I don't know what comes over me, but I find myself nodding.

Nervousness breaks the surface as he leans back and peels the dress upward and over my head, until I am left only in my flimsy lace underwear.

"F*ck!" He swears, giving me the confidence I need as his eyes roam over me appreciatively.

He takes one of my bre*sts in his large hand and squeezes it gently. My eyes roll over in the back of my head. This is only the beginning, but Martin has me mewling like a puppy, so I can't wait to see what's next.

In the next moment, I feel a tug and then my panties are deposited inside his pocket. Oh my God! He literally ripped my underwear. That is a tremendous turn on.

My senses become more alight when he runs a finger through my wet folds. I jolt, seeking more from his finger as I try to thrust towards it, before closing my eyes and reveling in the feeling.

Martin is toying with me, because every time he brings his finger near to my cl*t, he pulls away. I get s*xually frustrated because of this. My eyes fly open because I'm ready to tell him that now is not the time for playing.

"Martin, if you don't... Ah!" My words are cut off when he suddenly, and in one stroke, thrusts a finger inside me. I'm fully soaked, but the unexpected intrusion carries a hint of pain.

"What were you saying?" He asks smugly, but I'm too preoccupied by what he is doing to answer. I couldn't, even if I tried.

Slowly thrusting his finger in and out of me, Martin leans down and latches onto one of my n*pples, heightening the sensation. He bites, sucks and licks, taking me to a state of euphoria.

I arch my back to give him more access, and he makes use of it, by cupping my bre*st. He gives the other the same exact treatment. Sensing that it’s too much, he detaches his lips from me.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he says after trailing his lips up to my ear.

"Don't you dare," I respond quickly.

I can feel myself tightening, and Martin seems to feel it too because his hand starts moving faster. My org*sm builds up and crashes into me, full force. I would have loved to hold back a little because I don't want the moment to end, but the org*sm wins.

Martin's shoulders become my anchor as I grab onto them, because if not for that, I think I would have been on the floor due to my violent convulsions.

Embarrassment heats my cheeks when i see Martin licking my juices off his fingers, and suddenly, I'm horny again. Like, how is that even possible? I just had a f*cking org*sm!

Thinking Martin is finished with me, I make a move to jump off the counter, though my legs feel jelly-like, but a hand on my abdomen tells me he is not done yet.

"Don't move," he tells me, and again, I have the urge to obey, so I do.

My eyes widen when I realize that he is assuming a kneeling position.

"What are you doing?" I ask, as if I don't already know.

"All you have to do is to tell me to stop," he reminds me, but I don't want him to.

The height of the sink puts me at the perfect level with his face. Thank God I shaved, or I would have been mortified right now.

When he puts his nose to my center and inhales, I am one hundred percent sure he's trying to kill me from embarrassment. I want to tell him to stop doing that, but I don't get the chance as his tongue meets my cl*t.

I gasp and throw my head back. Instinctively, I run my hand through his hair and hold him to make sure that he doesn't move. I find out how skilled Martin is with his lips when I feel the second org*sm coming without warning.

He inserts a finger and pumps back and forth until I'm squeezing the sh*t out of it. Adding another finger seems to be my undoing, because as soon as he does, I shatter into a million pieces, stars and darkness edging my vision.

While I'm panting, Martin stands up quickly, pulling his c*ck from his pants and begins to pump. It’s magnificent! He shudders. It doesn't take long for him to spurt his c*me all over my stomach, and to make it sexier, he stares into my eyes while doing it.

Disappointment surfaces as I wanted to be the one to make him c*me. I wanted to s*ck him off just like he ate me out. But I got more than I expected, so I’m satisfied, for now.

An awkward silence fills the room as our adrenaline dies down. I quickly wear my dress, remembering that Martin has my panties in his pocket.

"Sh*t!" Martin suddenly curses as he finishes fixing up his clothes. My head snaps toward him.

"Is there something wrong?" I ask, worried.

"Yes. This was a f*cking mistake. It shouldn't have happened," he says, his expression full of regret.

The cloud I was on only moments ago, turns upside down, sending me crashing right back into reality.