Carpe Diem (Sumettikul's Universe Two)

{6} Charity Gala (Part One)

bruh im so late...guys...build wants me ～(^з^) nah but fr sorry im late, my exam results are coming out tomorrow AND im preparing from grad rn im.nervous and excited ╥﹏╥ but anygays enjoy ～(^з^)-♡

update: i passed my exams with flying colors and english with distinction. writing this story really helped me <3 ;)
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Chapter Begins Here
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My hands fist in his hair while my mouth is feverish against Bible's, consuming him, relishing the feel of his tongue against mine. And he's the same, devouring me. It's heavenly.

Suddenly he drags me up and grasps the hem of my T-shirt, whipping it over my head and throwing it on the floor.

"I want to feel you," He says greedily against my mouth as his hands move behind.

He pushes me back down onto the bed, pressing me into the mattress, and his mouth and hand move to my chest. My fingers curl into his hair as he takes one of my nipples between his lips and tugs hard.

I cry out as the sensation sweeps through my body, spikes, and I can feel myself start to harden.

"Yes, baby, let me hear you," He murmurs against my overheated skin.

Boy, I want him inside me, now. With his mouth, he toys with my nipple, pulling at it, making me squirm and writhe and yearn for him. I sense his longing mixed with-what? Veneration. It's as if he's worshipping me.

He teases me with his fingers, my nipple growing hard and elongating under his skilful touch. His hand moves to my jeans, and he deftly undoes the button, tugs the zipper down, and slips his hand inside my boxers, palming me to full hardness.

His breath hisses out as his hand grabs around me. I push my pelvis up into the heel of his hand, and he responds, rubbing against me.

"Baby," He breathes as he hovers over me, staring intently into my eyes. "You're so hard." His voice is filled with wonder.

"I want you," I murmur.

His mouth joins with mine again, and I feel his hungry desperation, his need for me.

This is new-it's never been like this except perhaps when I came back from Phuket-and his words from earlier drift back to me...I need to know we're okay. This is the only way I know how.

The thought unravels me. To know that I have such an effect on him, that I can offer him so much solace, doing this-my inner goddess purrs with pure pleasure. He sits up, grasps the hem of my pants, and tugs them off, followed by my boxers.

Keeping his eyes fixed on me; he stands, takes a foil packet and a bottle out of his pocket, and tosses them at me, then removes his jeans and boxers in one swift motion.

I rip the packet open greedily, and when he lies beside me again, I slowly roll the condom on to him before coating his erection with the lube. He grabs both my hands and rolls on to his back.

"You. On top," He orders, pulling me astride him. "I want to see you."

Oh.

He guides me, and hesitantly I ease myself down onto him. He closes his eyes and flexes his hips to meet me, filling me, stretching me, his mouth forming a perfect O as he exhales.

Oh, that feels so good-possessing him, possessing me.

He holds my hands, and I don't know if it's to steady me or keep me from touching him, even though I have my road map.

"You feel so good," He murmurs.

I rise again, heady with the power I have over him, watching Bible slowly coming apart beneath me. He lets go of my hands and grabs my hips, and I place my hands on his arms. He thrusts into me sharply, causing me to cry out.