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— In Flight Obsession —

#17. When You Can't Speak But Your Body Still Tells

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He is worse than any drug.

Why?

Because he came labelled as a sweet temptation, a simple bait. The idea of him was akin to a one-use only coupon. Who knew he would paint me of his colors and get under my skin?

He made me run into his carefully built labyrinth, tortuous web etching each of my steps before closing the pathway right behind my ignorant back.

That's what I realize when I find myself tied to the bed's headboard. Far from decent, I still thank God for my lacy white underwear. My hands are snuggly bound behind my back as I sit on the mattress, the crisp bedsheet pooling around me. Lips swollen from all the rough kisses full of lust he gave me, I stare down at the pair of mirthful forest eyes looking up at me.

With his golden hair disheveled and his strong shoulders between my legs as he holds me still, his head is dangerously close to my panties. No matter how hard I try to squeeze my legs shut, my knees are too weakened by the endless brushes his palms have been tracing along the curves of my thighs and calves.

He knows how to play.

He knows how to make me suffocate with need, how to intoxicate my blood with urgency.

More importantly…

He must know how damp my panties are.

I writhe awkwardly, trying to win the flimsiest distance between our bodies.

"So you're this kind of pervert, huh?" I say with strain, trying to taunt him as I slowly bend my wrists, testing the binding knot.

"Not really," he words huskily, still eyeing me up from his position, looking fairly comfortable.

He pulls me back flush against him, his nose pushing against my panties. I squirm at the contact, a growing need making my skin scalding hot and sweaty.

It's tight and unforgiving.

He watches me quietly, the slow smile forming on his lips caressing the thin white lace against my sensitive spot. Something within me clenches, my heart painfully beating making my chest rise with each intake.

"Then, why in hell did you bind me to the bed?" I can't even recognize the breathless and hoarse voice that resounds in the room.

His grip on my thighs hardens for a fraction, before he simply traces down his thickly clad thumb along the curve of my waist, down to my hips... My heart leaps and I mercilessly clench my teeth, reining the short gasp wanting to break through.

That damn fabric again. Damned gloves. Damned invention.

"I'm taking my precautions. You have a tendency to escape afterwards."

His gaze is focused on my face. Catching the slightest hitch in my short-winded breathing, he grins.

"You're so sensitive."

His thumb presses down on the sweet spot just below my waist ―which eliciting an electric nip in my whole body. My lower body arches, accidentally brushing against his chin in the motion, tearing a low moan from my throat.

"Nnnh…"

He sighs with tight control, his jaw flexing.

"The way you moan..."

He slowly nips the tip of his glove with his teeth and pulls it off. His eyes are dark as he watches me intently, his bare hand inches from my burning skin.

I gasp when his palms fold around my waist, his rough fingers pressing into my waist. He handles me roughly and I can't breathe...

All I want is to press my body to his ―to quench this tingle that unfurls in my lower body― any friction to release the pent up frustration that he has built up throughout the whole time.

I want his fingers in my mouth.
I want his palms hard against my most sensitive spot.
I want the sensation of his wrist flexing as he slowly pushes against me.

The rough touch of his fingertips inside of me.

I'm left desperately craving for anything from him, and he must be fueled by my needy whimpers because he suddenly rises up on his knees. His strong forearms wrap around my thighs and pull me along with him, opening my legs.

In the quick movement, I see his obvious hard-on straining his suits' pants.

His warm finger brushes the curves of my folds through the flimsy fabric.

Stroking.
Steadily.
I'm so damn wet for him.

I whimper, and his gaze flashes to my desperate expression.

So fucking wet.

That's when he suddenly shoves my panties aside.

Thrusts a finger.

Deep.

Inside of me.

The pleasure is so sharp. So much and yet nowhere near enough.

My back arches, wanting to feel his hard ridges as he looms over me, drinking my features, my moan, my small whines. I try to rise closer, my whole body fighting the restrain. Eagerly clenching around his finger —feeling his palm rough and punishing pressed against my core— I push back into his hand, lustfully whimpering into his ear for more.

"…Please… Nnhh..."

"That's how it should be," he wolfishly replies against my ear, before he withdraws his finger the tiniest bit and thrust it back hard and deep into my shaky insides.

My head is spinning as he starts a slow and tortuous rhythm, thoroughly pumping his finger inside of me. When I try to quicken the pace —my hips hopelessly rolling against his palm— he takes out his finger with warning.

Before I can utter any complain, he licks the wetness coating it, his eyes growing darker as I flush. My lips part on their own and he slides his wet finger inside my mouth. I can still taste myself, and somehow, it makes me even hotter as he plays with my tongue.

"Lick me clean, my kitten… With those luscious lips of yours."

My hips won't stop swaying, the emptiness agonizing. He slides underneath me, his hands cupping my butt and making me straddle him. The restrains are tight behind me but I couldn't care less because I instantly feel all his hardness against me, hot against my pulsing core. The fabric of his pants scrapes my skin, and I just can't stop rocking against his thick hardness, dry humping that man as he angles my head into a ravenous kiss.

"Please…" I whimper against his voracious lips.

"Please what?" He chuckles darkly, one of his hand skimming up the length of my naked waist. My wrists are still tied behind me, helpless to his teasing touches rising close to my ribcage.

"…Your... Fingers…"

"Where do you want them?"

"D-Down… Inside of me…"

"Like this?" He whispers against the swell of my breasts and his lower hand cups my pussy. I brush against his hand with need and he chuckles with rapt delight before biting down onto my skin.

A soft cry flies out in the thick and hot room before I loudly gasp as he shoves a finger right into my insides. The angle makes it different, reaching all sort of sensitive place.

"…Ahh... Nghh…"

Another finger follows when he thrusts back and my head rolls back, eyes closing. I feel so slick and wet below, each back and forth making a lewd sound that I can't get enough of. When his fingertips press a sensitive spot deep inside and he suddenly uses his thumb to stroke my clit, that's when I lose it.

Something crumbles and I feel my whole body convulsing as I clench hard around his fingers. My hips are locked in place and savoring the uncontrollable spasm.

And yet, he won't stop his fingerfucking as I ride my orgasm. He continues stroking in a steady motion, heightening my high to the peak of my sensitivity threshold.

"Plea— please. Ahnn… Stop... Sh…slow down… Nhhh…"

He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me upright, before thrusting even faster and rougher into me, sending my hypersensitive clit back into violent shakes.

"Stop? That sound rather unconvincing," he breathes. "Especially with the way you're moving."

Somehow, I want him to stop, and yet, I want more. I want to be filled to the hilt. My hips are back to their swaying motion, my breathless gasps quick and shallow, my cheeks flushed beet red.

"I want—…" I gasp, "—More… Bigger... Not enough… Fill me…" I difficultly swallow at the glance he gives me. It's coupled with challenge and a scorching hot look it could burn acres of woods.

"You want me? I won't stop even if you pass out…" His fingers stop as his eyes glint with an unsaid question.

Do I really want to unleash the hungry wolf peeking through his eyes?

"I don't give it a damn…"

"Right answer."

Something in the air shifts as he slightly rises up and unbuckles his belt. I can't help but stare at his neat hands undressing himself just under me as I sit upon him. His fingers deftly unbutton his pants, his hardness pressed tight against his boxer.

I don't get to see him unwrap himself since he swiftly pushes me back against the headboard, one of his arm flexed above me. His fist firmly grips the thick wooden headboard as he rises above me, my legs parted around his waist.

His other hand is folded around his hardness. I can see the slick head peeking through his strong fingers, a gorgeous vein snaking up as he's tight with tension. My own hands squeeze with envy.

I wish he would untie me.

I'm at his mercy, and he's there, towering all over me.

Seconds apart from fucking me against a wooden headboard.

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Author's note:

I forgot how satisfying writing smut is~ ahaha~ :3

I think I will focus on one story at a time because switching between the different storyline and character development is kind of dangerous and difficult. Please, bear with me :) !

Happy reading lovelies~

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