Thread: Birds of a Feather (Candy-	Crusade)

The wait at the door had seemed to take eons, over and over again Elizabeth had thought she should just walk right back down the stairs, find the nearest bus stations and go home. But her feet wouldn't move, her body in general wouldn't allow it. She had made the commitment to shower, shave, tweeze, and a plethora of other 'torturous' things to give the impression that she took care of herself. Continuiously she had to tell herself, 'You will be fine, it's not as if this guy is a complete stranger and you've never seen him before.' The young woman had been so busy, trying to convince herself that she was going to be alright, her hadn't even seen the door open and Tom's lanky, gorgeous form standing there, smiling at her deviously gods if she had, her cheeks would have been instantly burning hot with the familiar crimson blush. When he had called her name however, Beth jumped and looked towards the door, staring at the figure beyond it. Hello Tom, she had finally managed out after finding her voice. She was in a stupor. Tom was gorgeous by any woman's standards he was tall, perhaps six foot five inches, perhaps a little shorter or even perhaps taller. All Beth knew was he towered over her, something she had always wanted in a man. He was thin, but not sickly so his body was covered in hard stringy muscles, muscles she had envisioned running her fingers down on more than one occasion. Beth could have literally stood there for hours just staring at his form clothed in all black. He had pulled her in by her wrist, already he was dominating her, not even setting down ground rules or a safeword. All that came to mind was 'damn'. The moment she was safely within the confines of home, he set a series of locks behind her he didn't want her going anywhere, and she didn't want to go anywhere. He lead her back towards his living room, Trust me, I haven't been able to think of much else either. Her previous night's sleeplessness had been evident enough, of course, she wouldn't openly admit it. S-so, um w-was all she managed to get out before Tom touched her. His had raised a hand slowly and touched her cheeks gently, letting his fingers linger on her feverish skin. The two stood there in silence as they gazed into one another's eyes, lost in the moment of meeting their respective subdom. Beth had never done anything remotely like this, had been far to shy to ask any of her partners for the sort of sex that she had craved from when she was a teen. Tom leaned into her, already Beth's head was swimming where they really going to have sex right here in the living room without even setting down ground rules? Hot damn she didn't care, all she could think of was how his tongue had flicked against her lips while his hand left a feverish line down from her cheek to her neck and down to the swell of her breasts. Beth's heart was racing, he would feel it beneath his fingers tips, he would hear her breath hitch in her throat and then grow ragged as her desires took hold of her. Sadly those long fingers of his did not stay long, rather, they continued down her torso until they reached her hips. He had placed both of them on the protruding bones and held her their. He took a small step to her and pressed his hard form against her own, she instantly felt his erection beneath those black slacks of his. She was trying to have those clothes off of his magnificent form. One of his hands that had lingered on her hips now took hold of her bottom. His hands were strong, but yet there was a sort of gentle reserve to his touch. Beth could hardly think anymore, if her brain hadn't been designed to control her heart, she would have forgotten. Her mind had been wandering but had instantly snapped back when she heard him groan. That noise! That very fucking noise had been the trigger to so many of her orgasms, and now, after writhing for hours, it had made her slick with need. She had been holding back a moan, he had to break her a little to get that noise from her. And as if reading her mind, one of his strong, capable hands grabbed a fistful of her silky tresses. He gave her hair a firm yank, forcing her to look up at the high ceilings, already dominating her. He had captured her completely, his eyes bore into hers, his hands demanded attention, his body set her desire ablaze and left her there reeling. Even his lips had held her captive, he denied her the simple pleasure of tasting those petal soft lips of his. When he finally spoke again, his voice was deep, thick, and dark, like black velvet. It completely captured her, consumed her, broke her into submission without much thought at all. A moan had eased past her lips, her knees had groan weak and all he had done was touch her cheeks, grab a hold of her hair and tease her a bit, and yet here she was already desperate to take her clothes off for him. When those lips of his did finally make contact with her own, she almost wanted to beg him to let her taste him. However, he let his lips slide over her own and then over her cheek and to her neck. Beth had let her eyes close as she sank into the sensation of his touch. However, when he had pulled away from her, Beth's eyes snapped open and she looked towards Tom. She stood there before him, shivering with desire, breath haggard, and heart hammering her chest. Beth had wanted to speak, had even opened her mouth to speak, but nothing had come out. She was going to enjoy this, far more than she had thought originally she would.