Interlude | A Rush of Passion

WARNING:

DEPICTION OF SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED FOR YOUNG/PICKY READERS

"𝗙𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲" I hiss silently, struggling and failing to hold on to the stem of the lamp I'd accidentally knocked over. The clatter of the wooden casing along with the shattering light bulb foiled my quiet escape, causing James to stir in bed, abruptly waking him from his peaceful slumber.

He props himself up, running a hand through his disheveled hazel brown curls as he scanned the room, his gaze settling on my rigid position.

Prior to my mishap, I'd quickly worn his overly large t-shirt that was sprawled across the floor, grappling for my clothes. I'd done so quietly, praying that I'd be able to sneak out and save myself from the temptation of spending the entire day in bed with him. But he wouldn't know that. Right now, he seemed so confused that I was sure I wouldn't be able to explain myself to a point of understanding.

"What're you doing?" he questions, tossing the cover aside. His big reveal indicating my inability to leave as a slow yet evident erection gently caught both our attention.

I avert my gaze, my eyes fixating on his ocean blue ones as I spoke, "I was-I am heading home. I need to get ready for the meeting I told you about yesterday"

He furrows his brows, his expression awash with a new wave of confusion, " I remember that. But why would you sneak out on me like we had a one-night stand or something?"

"Didn't we?" I imply, more as a joke than a jab but it didn't stop the hurtful expression that lasted briefly on his face before he cleared his throat.

"We didn't and you never have to sneak out on me in the morning like I'm some stranger you had sex with once. The least you could do was wake me and tell me you were leaving" he said, "you know I get worried whenever I wake up and you're already gone. It's unsettling"

"I'm sorry" I sigh, setting my creased clothes on the floor. He extends his hand which I take in mine, sitting next to him. "I just-we both decided over dinner to take things slow, James. This isn't what I intended"

He runs a finger over my cheek, a sheepish smile taking over his frown as he held my gaze, "I know, neither did I. I want to take this slow too but I can't seem to resist the urge to wrap you in my arms at every chance I have whenever you're around me"

"Me too" I mutter, taking off my shirt as his eyes trail over me. I sneak a peek at his alarm clock, taking a mental note of the time we'd need to settle the intensity that lingered around us.

"Come here" he croons, slipping his hands around my waist as I scramble into his arms. Taking the initiative, I straddle him as the warmth of our colliding bodies courses through me. Our lips meet in a rush of passion, tongues entwining as our hands explored familiar territory.

He wraps his hands around my back, turning the tide as he tops me, reaching for my nape as our lips meet once again. He fondles the curves of my breasts, running his tongue over my nipples as he proceeds to suck on them.

His other hand makes its way to the cincture of my underwear, slipping underneath it as his fingers work their way over my slick folds, parting them as it finds my slit. He slips a finger in, prodding it slowly before adding two more. An irrepressible moan riles up from within, I grab onto the crumpled sheets as I writhe in response to his movements.

"You're so wet, Emilia" he breaths, increasing the swiftness of his fingers, "How could I let you leave like this?"

I whine in response as his other hand travels back to the curves of my breasts, fondling them equally as his fingers grapple unto them. My back arches off the bed in response, close to reaching my peak when he abruptly slips his fingers out.

"Why?" I find myself asking, propping myself up on my elbows as I watch a mischievous grin make its way to his licentious face.

"Why what?" he teases, holding my legs up in the air as he moves them farther apart, his gaze now fixed on my throbbing pink folds. "Don't you have an interview this morning? If I continue, I'm not sure we'd be done even by the end of the day"

"I don't care, don't stop" I nudge, flailing my legs in his grasp to reiterate my intention to go further. I may regret this later, but for now, I just couldn't leave him without going a few rounds, at least.

"Okay, remember though that this was your call" He chuckles, hunching over as he brings his face to the apex of my lower lips, balancing my legs over his shoulder and his toned arms.

His tongue runs over my wet and delicate part, sporadically flicking it along my clit, earning a rather dramatic outburst from me. I squirm beneath him, my eyes literally rolling to the back of my head as I reach for his brown tussles of hair. Gyrating my hips, I aid his feasting as I feel the build-up of pleasure reaching a vehement climax.

"James" I whine, arching my back off the bed as his tongue slips into me, moving urgently. Unraveling in one fell swoop, I let out a strained moan, fidgeting as he slurps my juices like a famished gentleman, flattening his tongue over my folds.

He recedes, looking partly satisfied as he watches me. Brushing a hand over his cum stained lips, he lets out a sigh. I sit up, meeting his lips again, savoring my taste on his wet lips. His hands make their way past my back, to the arc of my ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Can we try something different?" He asks when we take a break to catch our breaths, his eyes dance around like they did every time he came up with some naughty idea which ended with me unable to walk straight for a while.

"Sure" I respond in a second, resting my forehead on his as I waited to hear his new idea.

"It's going to hurt though, are you sure?"

"Do I look surprised? as long as it's spontaneous and pleasurable, I'm all for it" I fall back on the bed, watching as he stares back, probably contemplating how I'd take whatever he was about to propose.

"Come" he extends his hand, gently tugging me from my spot on the bed as he leads us out of the room and to his gym room. "You're flexible, right?"

"Yeah?" I reply, suspicious of what his intentions were with the question and or location, "why?"

"I'll show you, come over here" he stands in the middle of the room, right in front of a plank bench, "can you suspend yourself on the plank? like this"

He guides me, placing my forearms on the bench whilst I elevate myself in the air, balancing on my already shaky forearms. "Good, just hold on for as long as you can" he mutters, spreading my legs apart like I'm splitting in the air, my throbbing vagina aching even further as I wait for him to make his move.

I can't see him but I can sense him hovering behind me like he's just staring at his masterpiece or something. Then I felt his hands on my hips guiding my lower body so I was horizontally on all fours the only difference was the fact that from my hips below, he held unto me.

"We could've just done this in the bedroom" I snap, beads of sweat slowly trailing down my face as I waited for him to do something.

"Where'd the fun be in that?" he laughs, fully aware of how uncomfortable I am, I'm two seconds away from walking away when I feel the tip of his hard length gently prodding at my opening.

I feel his size intruding on my enclosing walls, his eight-inched length making its way deep into my tightness. I bite down hard on my bottom lip as I adjust to his massive rock-hard length, the pain almost severe as I feel the faint tingle of pleasure on the side.

"You okay?" he asks, his grasp on my hips tightening as his pace quickens gradually. I nod in response, my mind jumbling as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure, shutting my eyes as I relish it.

The sound of our bodies smacking against each other's bounces off the walls of the room as its echoes are overshadowed by the moans that escape our lips. With every thrust, I'm not mindful of my throbbing forearms or my boobs that thrash violently as we move.

I feel my body reverberate as I reach my second climax, letting out a whimper of sorts as my mind grows foggy like it's been injected with adrenaline or pheromones. James, on the other hand, thrusts even harder as he struggles to come as well, knowing fully well that my arms are about to give in.

I strain my neck as I watch him through my peripheral vision. He releases warm spurting cum into me as he thrusts forward in finality, his fingers digging deep into the skin around my hips. He leans in to place a kiss on my sweaty back, slowly slipping out as he sets my legs down.

"God, you're amazing" he mutters in between ragged breaths, settling down on the floor as he catches his breath. I do the same, unable to really stand for long.

"right back at you", I say, pecking him briefly on his cheek before falling into his arms as we took a moment to catch our breaths before continuing.

"Well, I have more tricks up my sleeve" he implores, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "That's if you're down for it though"

"Of course, I am" I reply instantly, moving to stand and drag him along with me to another location in his apartment. I couldn't wrap my head around his insatiable nature, I just couldn't get enough of him, and honestly, I didn't want to. Ever.