Lust Finally Found
As he walked up to the house, he changed into his human form unashamed of his well-toned, muscular body. And once again, he saw her through a window, in her shower. Singing. This time, she was more seductive with her movements, and her song was more of a longing.
He surprisingly found the front door unlocked. The strength of the smell of honeysuckles and roses sent a shiver throughout his body as he entered the humble cottage. Books cluttered the tables and chairs in the dining room. Some opened, some with bookmarks in them. A small fire crackled in the fireplace… but there were no ashes around it, and he noticed the kitchen was spotless. He walked past the table and into the hall where he was closer to her. She was still in the shower.
He paused at the door. Knowing she was on the other side. But she was oblivious to knowing he was on the other side to her. The door opened without a creak, and he stood there…watching her. She was still singing the same song, and though he could have sworn he had never heard it before, watching her, it was familiar.
The way she washed her body was so sensual. He wished he was the soap as he noticed it slowly running down her smooth skin. Her stimulating scent permeated his nostrils and Lux began to pant. He was trying to come forward to take her. Suddenly, he noticed her leaning forward with her head and her right hand pressed onto the tiles. Her movements were jagged as her left arm moved vigorously with her hand between her milky white legs, and she began to moan. She was pleasuring herself and he couldn’t take it any longer. Just as he took a step toward her, she turned and faced him, with her back against the tiles and her hand precariously placed. She blinked as the water ran down her face, onto her slowly heaving breasts and then her delicious body, they stared at each other. It was her. The woman who haunted him. She was real. She looked down at his already hardened member and her eyes grew wide.
The gasp that escaped her was not due to surprise of a strange naked man being in her bathroom. It was from pure excitement. She felt about him, the same as he felt about her. She knew he was important to her, but she didn’t know how. Her mind begged him to come to her, to kiss her, to make her feel in reality, the way she had wished and longed to feel. She wanted him. Her breathing became heavier in her anticipation. The voice in her mind wanted her to say anything to get this handsome naked stranger into her shower and feel the warmth of his body pressed against hers.
As though he heard her call, in three long strides he was in the shower with her. His form bore over her - their bodies touching - and she tilted up to look at him. Her breathing quickened with every second as they looked at each other in lust and amazement. He touched her arms and felt the goosebumps form under his fingertips. He smiled. She blushed. Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands moved up her arms, onto her shoulders, down to the side of her breasts, he moved slower on this familiar stranger. Feeling every inch he could as though he knew exactly what she’d enjoy – what would heat her core and make her wet for him. Then down to her waist until finally resting on her hips… his thumbs rubbing gentle circles. He watched her face as he moved; her mouth slowly whispered her enjoyment. He wanted to taste her lips…taste her.
In one quick swoop he lifted her and wrapped her long legs around him. She could feel him close to her core as he pressed his body into hers. The yearning ache that took over her entire body caused her breath to quiver. They were face to face and the moment their eyes locked, they were lost to anything else.
Insatiably, he took her lips with his. She grabbed onto this familiar stranger and matched his intensity. All she wanted was him.
Their kisses intensified. She felt him press her harder onto the tile. She bit his lower lip and he growled. Her growing moans left him without pause. He knew she was his. And she wanted to be his. He couldn’t take it any longer.
Her soft moans grew louder as he cravingly entered her. With each thrust their growls and groans created a melodious song. The raw sensuous beauty emanating from the pair as they slowly and deeply moved with each other permeated the cottage until there was nothing left but pure, deep unbridled lust. Had anyone walked past the humble abode at that very moment, they wouldn’t have understood how, or why, the sudden urge to mate came upon them so fervently.
She desperately pulled him into her, silently begging him to go faster, but he enjoyed giving her this pleasure and wanted to torture her. The more he watched her face in bliss and felt her body writhe in erotic agony, the longer he wanted it to last.
Lux tried to push through to mark her, but Pierce knew it wasn’t time yet. He had to fight Lux for control while pleasuring the literal woman of his dreams.
“Oh, fuck.” He breathed out as he continued to thrust deeply into her. His body trembling from the intensity of holding back.
“Please.” She begged quietly.
That one word from her sweet mouth drove him insane. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he was finally ready to give it to her.
As he picked up the pace, she moved with him. Their entwined bodies moved with the pitter patter of the shower water steadily getting faster…her moans growing louder… his growls becoming more feral…until suddenly they reached their climax at the same time. As her body tightened, she grasped any part of him she could for dear life. Never had she felt such a sensation so glorious… that she remembered. Their deeply passionate kisses slowed as they rode out their cloud-like sensations.
They leaned together panting. Him into her and her onto the now warmed tile. Eyes closed. Reveling in the penetrating, unique beauty in the moment that neither have them had ever known until this moment.
“Pierce.” He murmured lowly.
“Rosemary.” She responded. Her voice was so sweet and hypnotizing. All she spoke was her name and suddenly, he wanted to pleasure her once more.