s*x LIFE

Chapter 4

Title: an uncontrollable pleasure *"

After their moment of intimacy, Elena curled up slightly in the Lucas sheets, taking advantage of the calm after this wave of sensations. However, very quickly, she felt increasing hunger manifesting herself, bringing her back to reality. She glanced at Lucas, who also smiled, aware of the emptiness that was felt.

"I'm hungry," she said while gently passing her fingers in her hair. It looks like the evening exhausted me.

Lucas straightened up on a elbow, amused.

- They have finished all the food at the bottom ... I can go get you a pizza if you want. There is a restaurant not far away, I will not be long.

Elena, still a player, gave her a seductive look.

- You have an interest in not delay, otherwise I could starve.

Lucas burst out laughing, then quickly put on a t-shirt before putting a kiss on the forehead.

-Don't worry, I do as quickly as possible, he said, leaving the room.

Elena found herself in the room alone. The silence that reigned around her gave way to her wandering thoughts. She let out a sigh by wedging in the cushions. Time seemed to stretch, every minute appearing longer than the previous one. Her fingers slipped on the fabric of the bed, and she was starting to get impatient.

She looked at the clock: half an hour had passed. Where had he went? Worting if he had lingered somewhere, she began to get agitated. Her belly rumbled, and she was looking forward to him coming back with this long -awaited pizza.

While she was about to send her a message, dried blows struck the door. The sound echoed in the room, breaking the heavy silence. Thinking that Lucas was finally back, Elena rushed, her body still wrapped in the excitement of the evening. In haste, she hadn't bored to get dressed, remaining in a thong, her completely discovered chest, completely forgetting this detail. She smiled by imagining Lucas with an excuse for the door, the pizza in hand.

She opened the door with a quick gesture, ready to tease him, but it was not him.

Before her held a man she had never seen. He was large, muscular, his piercing gray eyes staring at her with an obvious surprise. His black tank top was dying his wide shoulders, revealing each line of his perfectly defined muscles. He seemed frozen on the spot, his eyes briefly deviating from his face to land, despite himself, on his discovery chest. Elena, just as surprised, remained silent, the breath cut by this unexpected appearance.

Their looks met, and for a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and electrifying. None of the two knew how to react. Elena felt her heart beat stronger in her chest, both embarrassment and a strange tension that rose in her.

The man, visibly disconcerted, tried to regain his senses. He hardly swallowed his saliva, his hesitant voice finally breaking the silence.

- Uh ... Good evening, I ... I came to see Lucas. Is he there?

His voice was deep, but trembling, as if he was trying to keep his calm despite the situation. Elena, still frozen on the threshold, suddenly realized that she was stood there, practically naked, in front of a stranger. Her face got carried away as she quickly met her arms in front of her chest, clumsily trying to cover what she could.

-Oh ... I ... Lucas has not yet returned, she stammered, looking for her words. He went to get something to eat.

The man, visibly embarrassed, looked down for a moment, but could not help taking a furtive look towards her each time he raised his head. He scraped his throat, trying to resume capacity.

- I ... I'm really sorry, I didn't want to ... interrupt. I struck, I thought he would be there.

Elena, despite her embarrassment, felt a strange tension between them. It was clear that this man, with his imposing build and his piercing gray eyes, did not leave her indifferent. She tried to relax a little, sketching a shy smile.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't expect to visit," she replied in a slightly trembling voice.

There was a new silence, shorter this time, but charged with palpable tension. The man, always as nervous, seemed to get an excuse to leave.

-I ... I'm going to wait outside, it's better, I think, he said, backing up a step towards the corridor, obviously still disturbed by what he had just seen.

- No, wait, intervened Elena, surprised by her own audacity. You can ... you can wait here if you want. It should not be long.

She says it almost despite herself, realizing that she did not want to find herself alone again, not now. Man's gaze was hesitant, but he ended up slowly.

- If you don't mind ...

Elena opened the door to large, while tightening her arms around her chest to maintain a certain modesty. When he entered, the atmosphere of the room seemed to change, as if their accidental encounter had changed something in the air. They exchanged a stealthy look, each still slightly disturbed by this strange situation.

-My name is Damien, he ends up saying, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Elena smiled slightly.

-Me, it's Elena, she replied, feeling a strange warmth getting in her, an unconted curiosity.

They remained there, standing, looking briefly, while the evening continued outside, the distant noises of the party mixing with the tense silence of the room.

After installing Damien, Elena tried to keep the conversation light. She discussed banalities, trying to remove the strange discomfort that still floated in the air. However, in all this situation, she had forgotten an important detail: she had still not changed. She was still dressed in her thong, her chest barely hidden by her arms, but she seemed strangely indifferent to this fact, as if the presence of Damien was blurring her thoughts.

Damien, sitting on the sofa, was obviously trying not to be distracted, but his gaze betrayed the internal agitation he was trying to hide. His gaze slipped at times towards Elena, unable to look for her eyes more than a few seconds. He may force himself to focus on the discussion, the sensual aura of Elena occupied all the space.

Elena continued to speak, her soft and slightly laughing voice filling the room. But she felt something strange taking place in her. Perhaps it was the intensity of the evening, the warmth of the room, or even the gaze of Damien who gave him this electrifying feeling. She could no longer ignore this invisible current which pushed her towards him.

At one point, without thinking too much, his steps brought him closer to him. She forgot that he was Lucas' friend, that he was only there to wait for his return. Her thoughts became more confused, as if an irresistible attraction guided her in spite of herself.

She found herself standing right in front of Damien, her eyes immersed in hers. He, always seated, seemed petrified, not really knowing what to do. He looked at her, both disturbed and disarmed by her audacity. He opened his mouth to say something, perhaps to try to remember reason, but no word came out.

Suddenly, without warning, Elena leaned towards him, her lips brushing hers before kissing her on the spot. The kiss was sweet at first, almost hesitant, but it quickly became deeper, more passionate. She felt her breath accelerate as she let herself be prohibited, her hands gently touching Damien's shoulders.

Damien, frozen by surprise, does not react immediately. But the warmth of her kiss, the palpable desire that emanated from her, made him give in. His hands, first hesitant, came to land on the hips of Elena, as if to respond to this sudden proximity. He had not planned this, but the growing desire in the air was irresistible.

Their kisses became more intense, as if the tension that had floated between them from the start finally exploded. Elena let herself slide next to him on the sofa, his body touching his, feeling each muscle under his fingers, his heart beating to break everything. It was as if all the rest of the world disappeared around them, the party below, Lucas' room, and even Lucas himself.

Damien retired for a moment, her eyes looking for those of Elena, as if to make sure that she realized what was happening. But she says nothing, her lips coming back again on hers, as a silent response. Their bodies were now close, entwined in this moment of burning desire.

The silence reigned in the apartment, only broken by the increasingly accelerated breathing of Elena and Damien. On the sofa, their bodies had approached almost naturally, as if the attraction between them was irresistible. Damien's hands roamed Elena's skin with careful sweetness, each caressing a wave of chills that crossed it. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be carried away by the warmth of the moment.

Their lips were found, sometimes eager, sometimes delicate, while their breaths agreed in a silent symphony. Each contact was a promise, a moment suspended in time. Elena felt the comforting weight of Damien against her, a proximity that filled her with a mixture of excitement and serenity. His fingers wrapped in her hair, his gestures becoming more pressing, as if they wanted to engrave this moment in the memory.

The outside world seemed to be erased, leaving room for them, their gestures, their eyes. Soft light played on their silhouettes, accentuating the sweetness of their movements. The sofa, a commonplace of everyday life, turned into an intimate refuge where each kiss, each breath, became a silent declaration.

Damien went down his pants to leave her erections outside, Elena was already wet the introduction was easy and exciting.

He took it in Kamasutra, more precisely in doggy style and begins by shaking it with back and forth violent, Elena had completely forgotten where she was: in Lucas' room.

She moaned as strong that we could hear her in the corridor, obviously she hadn't shouted in and shudder in Lucas' arms.

Damien was brutal and necessary and that was all that Elena wanted: intense and brutal s*x, hip blows that would make her hover and Damien gave her fun a long time.

Damien for his part does not stop, continuing to shake Elena merciless, but his acceleration betrayed him on the way, he exploded like a thunder.

He spurted all his liquid inside Elena, before recovering his breath. We heard that hearts beat in unison after this moment. Both satisfied with this moment which had not lasted so much but which was filled with supreme ecstasy.

_You have been great, said Damien funny

_Toi also Damien. But you have to go before Lucas come back, go wire.

Okay I hope that we can meet again and that we ...

_Yes you can dream, but I promise you nothing, why not. Said Elena, biting her lips.

Then Damien went happy to spend with Elena.