Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

It was like a blur but an unforgettable one. The way that soft sound came from him, like a sound of approval, the way his tongue delved into her mouth and tasted of the cheap wine but also the lingering promise of what the night held, it all melted Esther into a very delicious puddle. It was only a taste but it was a taste that ignited her hunger and her thirst and put her well on the path for what tonight held. It was more than just getting into the sack with a man who was probably the epitome of her very hidden fantasies. It was the fact that everything before this moment seemed to fade away and she finally got the solace and comfort she wanted. Her worries and potential nightmares of what this night would hold, the aftermath of Abbys murder, all disappeared because of this one very taste and the prospect of what Mr. Pratt offered her an escape. Much to her dismay, the kiss ended and she once more found herself following his lips in the hopes of rekindling what was stopped. There was the croon of his voice that made her insides boil, that sexy accent laced heavily with all the alcohol he consumed that night and it was a direct hotline to her very core. She was wet and she was so needy, she was practically aching for more, a touch, a kiss, anything. Her gaze lifted to his, shadowed by her eyelashes and her cheeks turned a deep red, the blush spreading down her neck and coloring the swell of her cleavage in her corseted top. She didnt say anything. Simply smiled a secret smile while succumbing to the shyness and blush that colored her. He thought she was Miss HotNHeavy but if he only knew just how much she thought him to be Mr. HotNHeavy. But he no doubt knew. A man of his clout had to be aware of the affect he had on women, the affect he was having on her right this moment. It couldnt go unnoticed. Still, she said nothing as she carefully unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, thankful for his help as her hands proved far too shaky. His shirt was off and the undershirt he wore was gone just as quickly as well and she marveled at the sight before. Every part of him, sculpted muscle, hard sinew, a divine to touch. His skin was warm, he was hard to touch and she had this very sudden thought of how badly she wanted to bite his pectoral. Finally, a touch. His hands were only in her lap now, touching the exposed flesh between the hem of her raised skirt and the tops of her fishnet stockings she wore and it sent a heat unfurling throughout her entire being and straight to her core, fueling her need. There was disappointment in the kiss but that was quickly remedied by the travel of his lips. They never left her skin and her eyes closed to half lids as a soft moan came from her. Shivers ran up and down her spine and she melted even more. Esther was very much tuned into the travel of his hands, how she so desperately wanted his hands to dip into the back of her skirt, the back of her panties and feel the soft and smooth flesh that awaited him. Instead, she felt them travel lower and in a matter of seconds, she felt him push the material up, both of her skirt and her corseted top. Her body lifted to accommodate him and as he pushed it up further, creamy white skin of her stomach showed and up. The panties she wore were moderate, simply black cotton panties but they still drew the eye in with the way it shaped her. His lips contact broke and she was left staring into the pools of his beautiful eyes, her own eyes mirroring the desire and lust she felt that very moment. With a small nod of her head, her breathing hitched in her throat as she raised her arms above her head and just like that, her clothes were off and she was left entirely in just her panties and fishnets. Her skin seemed to flush a deep red at the fact that she was completely bared in front of him. She had a curvy body, slender and soft to touch but even she was self-conscious about it. It had been a long time since a man took a look at her almost naked form, her pert breasts exposed to him, her pink nipples already hardened from the slight cool air after the warm confines of her top and her breathing was already coming faster. The haze of the alcohol induced her need and her feelings. But his comments seemed to be her undoing and she finally broke her gaze from his, unable to help the involuntary smile that crossed her face as her cheeks grew in color into a deeper blush. You flatter me. Her voice was so soft, so shy. Her right leg bent and she pushed herself up and somehow managed to place herself strategically into his lap and did it without face planting so embarrassingly. Her knees were on either side of him and she lowered herself enough so the heated core punctuated by the wetness in her panties pressed against the growing erection straining his pants. Her hands rested on his chest and she felt brave enough to let her gaze meet his again. Leaning in, she settled for her lips to be just against his in a light brush but not actually pressing into a kiss. I want you Mr. Pratt. She almost moaned it. No, I need you. She made her declaration and Esther stood by it.