Under his Mask: A Taboo Game

Chapter 6: A library is for....? (R18)

"You're very persuasive."

I teased, pinching her chubby cheek.

She just laughed, low in her throat, and then she was on her knees.

She sure is fast. 

Her mouth found me, hot and wet, her tongue tracing a slow spiral that made my knees buckle. I gripped the edge of a bookshelf, knocking a volume loose. It landed on the carpet with a muffled thump.

She didn't stop.

And thank god she didn't.

Her head moved faster, her hands gripping my thighs, pulling me deeper. The room narrowed to the sensation of her mouth, the wet sounds, the way she looked up at me with those dark, demanding eyes.

"Wait," I gasped. "I'm close."

She pulled away, lips glistening. "Not yet."

She stood, pushing me toward the large oak desk in the center of the room. My back bump into its edges, the wood cool against my palms. She pressed against me, her breath hot on my neck.

"I want you inside me," she whispered. "Right here."

I lightly poke her forehead but she just flash a smile.

Then I peck her lips before lifting her onto the desk's edge. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I guided myself to her entrance, felt the heat of her, the wetness.

"Look at me," she said.

I did.

I pushed inside her.

She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. The pain only made me want her more. 

"Hold me tighter"

I told her before thrusting hard and deep.

She moan loud and all could is make sure she will continue to do so.

We moved together, a rhythm that grew faster, more urgent. The table creaked beneath us. Her head fell back, exposing the line of her throat. I kissed it, tasted salt and perfume.

My lower body became busy while my tongue landed onto neck and chest.

"Harder," she demanded. "Harder."

I gave her a grin, my palms planted into the wooden surface breathing ragged with her wrapped around me, her moans filling the room.

She came again, a shuddering release that pulled me over the edge with her. I buried my face in her shoulder, my body tensing, the release crashing through me in waves.

I could only breath heavily while keeping her in my arms.

We stayed like that for a long moment,our breathing was entangled wrap around each other.

Then a felt warm hand placed onto my face. I looked at her, her eyes searching mine. "Stay the night."

I opened my mouth my voice speaking with hesitation.

"I don't know if—"

"Stay." Her voice softened. "Please."

I looked at the painting. At the safe behind it. At Natalie, naked and vulnerable in my arms.

Maybe.

Not now.

"Okay," I said. "I'll stay."

She smiled, and for a moment, I almost saw someone I know from her face.

I couldn't help but chuckled, suprised at my own stupidity.

"Let's go princess I can't let you get cold"

I lifted her up, as I glance I could see her dimples as she grin and obediently nod her head.

So I returned to the bedroom, butt naked with nothing on.

Natalie was asleep when I put her down.

{You done?}

"Nah, give me a bit more of time"

{Yeah sure}

She stirred when I slid between the sheets, mumbling something unintelligible. I pulled her close, my hands finding her hips.

"One more," I whispered against her ear.

Natalie didn't say anything, I took that as a invitation. I nimble into her neck, sucking into her skin and making sure I leave my mark on her. My body heated more as I tasted her skin, I opened my mouth my tongue landing even lower finding her erect pinkish nipples.

She moaned, half-asleep, but her body responded. I smiled as I guided her onto her stomach, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She was slick from before, still sensitive, but she yielded to me without protest.

"Princess"

~hhmmm~

I bit into her earlobe.

"Make sure, you hold me tighter"

We moved slow this time a bit lazy but each push puts you on edge. Her breath hitched with each thrust, her fingers gripping the pillowcase. She keep calling me and all the answer I could give her is by burying myself deep. I felt her clench around me, and held there.

"Don't stop," she breathed.

I didn't.

From the deep strokes then made her shiver I began drawing her fasting, even her breath halted muffled by the sound of our flesh clapping together.

Her cries began mixing with her plea to continue and stop, I wipe the tear from her eyes, lifting her legs onto my shoulders.

I pulled her closer then dragged her farther, her boobs bouncing back and front from the momentum.

The room was filled with us only

I drew it out, counting her breaths until they grew ragged. She came silently this time, a long shudder that rippled through her body before she went limp, tired, finally sleeping for good.

I smiled in satisfaction as I lean in to kiss her.

"Sweet dreams"

I covered the quilt beside her before resting myself.

But later, when I know her prompting senses asleep, I slipped out of bed. The floorboards creaked under my weight. I moved through the darkness, past the hallway, until I stood before the painting again.

{Get dressed first}

I laugh picking up my scattered clothes from our earlier drill here.

"The code?"

{I haven't figured it out yet}

"Its okay"

{You have an idea?}

"Maybe"

My fingers found the frame's edge.

However behind me, a floorboard creaked.