Thread: Ravaged By The Robber (HoldTheDoor x ViperFang)

The kiss that he had initiated had started like the embers of a small fire, before the unspoken desire and passion between them turned the kiss into a raging inferno. Her hands exploring his body, before lifting his mask from his face. If her reaction was anything to go off she was clearly a fan of his Asian heritage, that much was clear to see. The heat and slight wetness that could be felt through the thin fabric that covered her womanhood starting to give away just how attracted she was to him. Then the knock on the door, Jordan's heart started to pound in his chest. It wasn't fear, fear wasn't something he felt. Fight or flight was kicking in, at this time of the night it could only be the police and he wasn't going to get taken in without a fight. Luckily Katherine seemed to keep her calm, offering to rid them of the interruption. Jordan was conflicted as she walked off, it was too easy for her to invite the police in and he could kiss goodbye to his freedom. Yet there was some form of trust between them, his instinct had never led him astray and it told him to trust this woman. He stayed further up the stairs and out of sight has she spoke to the cops at the door, politely declining their offer to check the house for her. By the time she head shut the door Jordan had quietly managed to position himself behind her, the look of surprise in her face as she turned to him a clear indicator of just how good he was at sneaking around. Sorry. I had to make sure you didn't stitch me up. Thank you. Jordan said, his eyes burning with a need to feel her body beneath his. You've done everything that I needed you too. I think it's time I gave you what you needed don't you? Jordan said, his question entirely rhetorical. They had gone to far for him not to give her the night she needed. Jordan reached out with both of his hands, his eyes never leaving hers as he took hold of the knot she had tied with the belt of her robe, his hands made quick work of the knot and discarded the belt on the floor. Rough hands took hold of the white robe and pulled it from her form, the action rough but not in a way that would cause discomfort. Has he stood their taking in her perfect form yet again, his hands reached for the bottom of his own shirt quickly lifting it above his head before discarding it on the floor with her robe. I thought I'd even things up. Jordan said with a smile. Stepping closer to her so she could feel the heat from his body he leaned down so his mouth was next to her ear. I bet you've never had a man throw you over his shoulder, throw you down on a bed and fuck you till you're screaming his name have you? Jordan continued with his rhetorical questions. He didn't need to whisper, no one was around to hear them, but he knew the effect hushed words carried on hot breath could have on a woman. No sooner had he finished did he do exactly what he had just said, squatting lower before throwing her light body over his shoulder. Hot skin touched hot skin and he could feel her breasts against his back as his hand stayed on her perfectly curved ass. He almost ran up the stairs, the need to have her now becoming clearly and clearly. Within moments they were back in the room where it all started, it took only a few strides before Jordan was stood at the foot of the large bed at the centre of the room. Without hesititation he threw her down, her light body bouncing on the bed, yet before she had a chance to gain her sense he was on her. His wide strong hips spreading her legs around him as he leaned down over her body and continued the passsionate kiss that had been so rudely interrupted. As his mouth occupied hers his hands took their opportunity to roam, slowly moving down her body from her neck. As he passed her ample breasts he gave them a firm squeeze, enjoying the way the supple flesh moved under his grip. His hands continued their journey until they brushed past her womanhood, her juices now soaking through her lace underwear, yet his hands continued going teasing her with their proximity to her most sensitive area. Slowly massaging as they travelled down her thighs, small squeezing motions as he worked down her stocking clad legs till he reached her heels. His mouth moved down to the sensitive area on her neck, kissing and licking at the flesh as his hands fumbled with the clasp on her heels. One at a time he managed to loosen the heel, before slowly peeling it off her foot. A thud was heard as the show hit the floor, followed by another a few seconds later. His hand travelled back up her leg until it reached her flat stomach just where it met where the lace started. His hand shifted under the fabric, reaching down as he could feel the perfect skin of her womanhood. As he curled his fingers, he pushed two of them inside of her curling them back inside her tight hole as he started to try and find her spot. His actions impatient, he had waited long enough and now the police had been dealt with he was going to give this woman a night to remember.