Elle Franco (clean_slate) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-11-09 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | elle |
Saturday August 30th 2008
Who: Elle
What: A dream
Where: Her bedroom
When: Early Saturday morning
Rating: NSFW
She turned toward the door, face flushed and skin warm, her hand shaking just slightly as she grasped the cool metal doorknob. It felt surreal, like time was moving slowly, her heart hammering hard in her chest as she felt his eyes watching her, drinking in every inch of her body, his smile dark and perfect. It was no secret to anyone that Malakai Hardy was sexy, but a passing glance didn't reveal the deep, smouldering gaze that could bring the strongest woman to her knees.
"Elle."
Hearing her name from his lips made her shudder. His voice was dark, rich and thick. She turned toward him, her eyes seeking his and getting trapped in his gaze. He wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind about it, there was no hesitation in the way he watched her. His muscles flexed beneath the well fitted fabric of his shirt as he stepped closer to her, his stride slow and purposeful. Suddenly he was beside her, his arms circling around her waist, drawing her close to his body. A breath escaped her, the heat of him and the closeness making her tremble, his scent intoxicating. He smelled like heat, like sex and maleness. His hands were rough as he held her tightly, pressing himself against her, making his hardness known. Everywhere he was hard, Elle went soft, melting in his embrace. She couldn't speak, couldn't make a sound apart from the shaking breath in her lungs, her eyes locked with his. They were so blue, maybe the bluest she'd ever seen, and his lips were perfectly shaped when he smiled, a smile which grew into a dark, self satisfied smirk. He was getting to her and he knew it. A small, low growl vibrated in his throat as he leaned in, lips brushing the skin of her neck, his rough hands pushing her blazer off her shoulders. The garment hit the floor almost silently, the man's hands caressing her bare arms as he embraced her, a flutter of kisses tracing down the curve of her neck. Elle moaned softly, her hands resting gingerly on Mal's waist, fingers gathering the fabric of his shirt to reveal smooth, tanned skin beneath.
The heat grew between their bodies as his impatient hands made quick work of the tiny pearl buttons on her blouse, his fingers nimble and quick to slip them apart. Elle gasped, arching into his touch as he caressed her, a knee moving between his legs. She could feel his arousal against her thigh, hard and thick and demanding. It strained against his zipper as he ground himself against her. A hand cupped her face to tilt her chin upward as he sealed her mouth in a deep kiss, soft but needy and refusing to be ignored. She whimpered against his lips, her fingers hooking into his hip pockets to pull him along as she stepped backward, wanting this man inside her, to consume her. Their bodies fell onto the desk, Mal's covering her as he crawled over her. His hands pushed her skirt up over her thighs, strong fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear to pull them off, throwing them carelessly aside while his lips massaged hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth to deeply taste her, a soft moan escaping him. She parted her legs for him eagerly, arching her back up into him. His mouth left hers to kiss and nip along her throat, hands running up her sides to cup her ample breasts, massaging tenderly. His thumbs brushed over the hard, pink pearls of her nipples and she gasped softly, her fingers tangling themselves in his thick, dark tresses.
One of his hands left her body, and just barely over her own heavy breathing she could hear a zipper, the soft rustling of fabric being pushed away. Mewing with want, Elle lifted her hips eagerly, wanting him to plunge into her, to fill her body and make her his. The head of his hardness pressed against her and she cried out, meeting him with her own wetness, her body eager to accept him. Slowly he moved inside her, his mouth meeting hers once more to kiss her passionately, both their hips rocking in unison. The sensations were overwhelming, never before had she felt like this, and as he caressed the core of her womanhood with his own maleness she felt a burst of passion explode deep within her, making her cry out.
"Oh!" Elle gasped, her eyes snapping open. For a moment she was confused, still in a half sleep daze as her brain took a moment to wake itself. She was breathily heavily, her body flushed and sweaty. "Oh," she exhaled, shifting to sit up slightly. The dream had been so vivid, so real. She swore she had felt everything, every touch to her skin, even Mal's lips on her own. Oh God, what if she had been moaning in her sleep! Paused, holding her breath, Elle listened to hear if Rez was nearby, maybe right outside her door. She even tried to hear his thoughts, but was met with only silence. Thank God. He would never let her live this down.
"Okay," she whispered, letting out a long sigh of relief, falling back against her pillows. "Okay. Okay. No more romance novels. Ever." She was never going to be able to look Mr. Hardy in the face ever again.