‘That’s because you are.’ In a split second, he leaned to draw his hands beneath my knees, lifting me in the air and high on his waist until my legs wrapped around him as he was the rope I needed to hold on to survival.
We never broke the kiss. Mostly because I was afraid that I would ask some of my questions again or say one of my little foolish things and shatter our spell. No, I definitely didn’t want that. I needed to feel– even if it were a fake illusion- something more than constraint, to feel warmth, maybe even love. No matter if real or not.
We danced across the room, if you could call our beautiful entanglement of limbs dancing, but we had rhythm. One of the music and one within us, guiding our bodies to move one to another between candles and champagne glasses.
‘Don’t go anywhere,’ he leaned his body to lay me on the bed. Like I ever had a chance of leaving, or a different place to go to, without him owning a piece of me.
The clink of a bottle cap captured my attention as a whiskey bottle was being opened. But that wasn’t the only bottle that was coming undone. Ferris also popped a champagne bottle, filling two crystal glasses.
‘What are you doing with the whiskey and the champagne?’
‘I like a glass of whiskey once in a while, but I don’t really like champagne. I just wanted to toast with you for this evening.’ He clinked his glass on mine, ‘For the first evening in a long time that I feel free.’
His words both saddened, and brought me joy at the same time. I was the one that managed to free him of his burden, even if for only a couple of hours.
I never responded, just laid the glass aside, trailing my finger to search for the place where his shirt met his joggers, then sneaked my hands to glide over the length of his back.
I tried to prolong the unavoidable, but his shirt was becoming an unwanted accessory. Without too much thought, I lifted it over his head. It was like pouring gasoline on a flame, instantly raising a firestorm within the man beside me. His lips were no longer joining with mine but quickly left to explore the rest of my body. A long line of warmth and metal was hovering against my skin from the base of my collar bone to the edge of my navel.
Surprisingly, my bra was still on, but the lost tongue against my belly button was making me forget about that. It was making me forget about everything else glide by glide, driven by my hushed moans. That is until I thought I sensed him moving. I wished the gesture didn’t bother me, but when it came to Ferris, every second could foresee a danger.
I pulled my mind away from its delirium to see what he was doing, yet before I could figure out what was happening, he brought a lit candle on top of me.
‘Ferris!?’ I let a startled sound out, convinced that he was going to do something that would hurt me.
‘Relax. This one doesn’t burn. It’s a massage candle.’
I had no idea what the fuck amassage candlewas but the fire moving in Ferris’s hands was alerting every one of my cells of incoming danger. I guess he sensed that since he breathed a few words as he drove his hand to play with my aching breast ‘Trust me.’
He let the drops fall on my skin like hot lava tumbling off a volcano. Only the wax wasn’t so lavalike. In fact, it was warming my skin, but no way close to the point of burning. It just felt hot. A strange yet arousing sensation like my body was about to boil with a new craving.
But he was far from being done awakening my senses. He stopped for a second to take a sip out of his glass of whiskey, though that’s not all that he took out of the glass. I was about to discover the pleasure of fire meeting ice as his cold tongue descended to trail the path of the melted wax.
My toes instantly curved as every touch seemed to be imprinting itself within me, deeper and deeper untilheseemed to be imprinting himself on my skin, setting each cell alive.
I was never so conscious, and so lost at the same time, as if I was living only to feel the heated drops, knowing that they would be soothed by his tongue.
With latent moves, he unclasped my bra, moving the candle to melt over my breasts. The power of the fluid hit differently on my silky skin, but so did the arrogance of his tongue. The moves were so precise that they were drawing moan after moan to escape my mouth as the cold chill overcame the burning sensation.
And then that hand. That hand that fell down my panties roaming each nerve of my core, electrifying it with the need of him. I no longer knew what or how he was doing. Not that it mattered anymore. I just needed him to go on, over and over again until I would disintegrate in tiny pieces and he would own them all.
I was so hot and so cold at the same time, feeling I had drunk a champagne cradle all at once. Though it wasn’t the alcohol that was getting me high. It was him. The king of my senses, ruling over all thoughts and flesh, lifting me higher than any mountain peak. So high that only one pulse could fully break me.
I could have gone on like that for hours, with this utter intoxication of senses, but I realized that I needed something more than his touch. I needed his presence.
As if he knew that, he put the candle aside, and came towering above me. My breath must’ve stopped feeling his mouth crashing on mine while the subtle roar in his throat was vibrating throughout me. I never wassoready to belong to someone, never so willing to be swept off my feet. And he did just that, slowly easing himself into that part of me that was waiting for him.
I kissed him with everything I had. Maybe the way Cole kept asking me to kiss him, but I wasn’t able to because the emotion belonged to someone else. It belonged to Ferris, the way I belonged to him. Or probably only to the dream he was creating.
He was moving slow yet rocking my world so incredibly fiercely, burying himself deep within me with every studied thrust and every melting kiss.
I couldn’t help myself from wrapping my arms around his neck, drawing one of my legs high over his waist, clinging on to him with all my power. It was so out of my habit to ever do this, but it was as if my heart refused to respond to my mind’s commands.
I felt as if I was about to cry, though it wasn’t only from the undeniable pleasure. I felt like crying because I was helpless in stopping time around us. I was helpless in holding him there with me. This best version of Ferris. The version that I’d fallen in love with. Though as he said, he was made of many pieces, and when put together, he was far away from anyone I could ever love.
Undoubtedly, he was whisking me off my feet, turning me into a puddle of liquid lust, making me melt under the shattering orgasm he was building within me.
It seemed unfair to be so powerless, to purr like a playful cat from the way one of his hands was dancing over my hardened peaks whilst his length was grinding on each one of my walls.
