Come Undone

She's walking down the hallway.

It's quiet. Too quiet. She passed the front desk ten minutes ago. They think she’s already in her room.

But she’s not.

She’s here.

Standing in front of his door. Room 917.

She doesn’t knock. Why would she? He left it open for her. Just enough for her to step in, not enough to call it an invitation.

She presses her hand to the velvet of her dress - the one he hasn’t seen her in yet - and breathes in. Then she pushes the door open.

And there he is.

Sitting in the armchair by the window like he owns the view behind him. One leg sprawled, the other bent. Black shirt. Sleeves rolled. Glass of amber resting loose in his hand. His eyes are already on her. Like they never left.

And hers? On his mouth.

She takes one step inside. Then two.

He doesn’t speak.

He sips.

Then - “Shut the door.”

That voice. It doesn't rise above a whisper. It doesn’t need to.

She does as he says.

The soft click of the latch behind her might as well be a collar.

She walks to him, but he doesn’t move. Just watches her close the distance, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as her heart beats faster. He sets the drink down.

Then he leans back.

“Come here.”

And just like that, her legs don’t feel like hers anymore. She moves because he told her to. Because he’s watching her like he already knows how this ends.

She stops between his knees. He takes his sweet time looking her up and down.

He doesn’t touch her.

Not yet.

“Take off your heels.” he looks straight at her.

She hesitates. He takes another sip.

She reaches down. One shoe. Then the other.

His eyes follow every move.

“Better,” he says as he puts down his drink and this time, his hand lifts. Not to grab. Just to touch. Just to tease.

He looks at her before he proceeds. She nods. Giving him the permission to ruin her.

He brushes the inside of her thigh, just enough to make her knees threaten to buckle. And then - a single finger slides under the slit of her dress.

He finds bare skin.

His fingers stop right there as he looks up at her. "You are quite daring" his breath stutters and his finger lines the edge of her clit.

She feels it and her hips move a little. He gets back as he looks at her dress - the place where he caressed just now. Sucks the finger that tasted her clit.

Her breath stutters at his action. He leans back - takes another sip of his gin and looks at her. He gestures her to get rid of that dress, and so she starts by sliding it off. But - he stops her.

"Lift" he points at her to lift her dress up. And so she does. She lifts her dress as he puts his glass down, and then he looks at her, gestures at her leg. She doesn't understand what he means and so she stands still.

He speaks, "give that to me", again gesturing to her leg. She hesitantly lifts her leg up, still not knowing what he means, halfway up. He grabs her leg, softly, touching her feet, and her calves, and then settles it on his shoulder.

From his point of view, he can see her legs lifted, dress hitched high, her bare skin visible out in the open.

But for her, she stands there - in front of him, her right leg on his shoulder and clit exposed to the air, as she balances herself on one leg.

He gestures her to start. She still doesn't understand what is happening, and so she brings her finger to her clit. He doesn't stop her, rather he touches her leg with one hand and grabs his drink with another.

She starts touching herself. He takes another sip - his eyes focused on her finger. She starts to feel more than just his warmth on her leg, more than just the cold wind on her clit, more than just her finger - slowly moving.

She feels his gaze, and that's when she starts to lose her breath.

He touches her feet, as if he's massaging her, softly, and then his grip tightens every time she moves even a bit. But his gaze is so fixated on her finger that she starts to get jealous. She gets jealous of herself.

In defiance - she slides her finger inside and his grip tightens on her leg. He looks at her, eyes piercing - "Only when I say so."

She resumes and he sets down his drink - his both hands rubbing her feet - slowly. As if he's trying to match the rhythm of her motions.

She keeps rubbing herself, very slowly, as his breath takes hold on him, with each circle, she lets out a breath. He compensates his duty by kissing her feet, slowly, but his eyes never wander from her clit, from her finger.

This is when she loses her mind, and she wants to insert her finger in, not in defiance now, just a little. Her every circle is making him go crazy, and watching him, watch her, like that, and go uneasy, on her, her urge, to put a finger inside, increases.

Her hip starts moving and she moans - a little, barely. And he looks at her. Gets her leg off his shoulder and gestures, "Come here".

And she does. She approaches him with wet fingers. He grips her hips and pulls her onto his lap. Facing him. Straddling him. He takes her fingers and licks it, he sucks off all the wetness.

And oh - she feels it. The hard press of him beneath her. He is warm - she did that. She bites her lip as she feels more and more of his warmth beneath her.

He watches her face as his hands move. One runs down her spine, slowly, until he palms her ass. The other comes to her jaw, tipping her chin until their eyes lock.

His tongue slides over her bottom lip, slow. His teeth graze the edge of her mouth. One of his hands finds the hem of her dress and lifts. Not rushed. He takes his time. And that is making her lose her mind.

He pulls it over her head and drops it to the floor.

She’s naked in his lap now, her skin flushed, nipples tight.

He touches her collarbone - watching his finger sliding down to her breast. He thumbs the edge of her curve. She bites her lip with his every move and before she could let out a soft moan, his hand is already sliding between her legs.

Fingers spreading her. He watches his own fingers glide through her slick folds. Watches the way she jerks when his thumb brushes her clit.

He adjusts himself as he grabs her neck by the back - as if he wants to make sure she doesn't fall off. And with that - one finger.

Inside.

Slow.

She arches a little and his gaze falls over her face.

She doesn’t even realize she’s holding her breath until he adds a second finger and her mouth drops open in a moan.

“There it is,” he whispers.

He moves them slowly, deliberately, curling upward just right. She holds his hand that holds her neck and she looks at him. Beckoning.

He just keeps sliding his finger in and out. Her head tries to arch back and waist starts moving on its own. But his grip holds her tight. Her other hand rests on his chest. She wants him to speed up. Yes she does. And she moans out loud, eyes closed, moving to her rhythm.

And then his fingers curl inside her. His hand locked at place and he starts scraping her insides. Her moans come faster.

He leans in, mouth brushing her jaw, her neck, her shoulder.

And then - his thumb circles her clit. Soft. Precise.

She gasps.

Her thighs tense.

He keeps moving his fingers as she loses her balance. This is why he held her neck - to keep her at place. To have her go insane while he has her come undone.

He holds her tighter. And her moans grow louder. She starts whimpering with each move. His hand on her neck tightens as he inserts the third finger.

"No. No. No. Stop" She whimpers. Do she want him to stop? No - she doesn't. She wants to cry. She wants him to make her cry. She moans louder.

“Come on baby. You can do this,” he whispers.

She can. With a cry that shakes her chest.

He keeps circling his thumb faster as her other hand tries to hold onto something. She grabs her tit , then his hand that holds her neck, then his fingers that stay locked inside her, then her tit again.

Her hips are moving so much - even though he has his fingers locked in - she is halfway off the chair.

So much so - if he loses her neck - she will fall off.

He lifts her to adjust her on his lap. But she is moving so much. He groans. looks at her - as if it's her fault - and lifts her up. His fingers still intact - he stands up and moves towards the bed.

He sits on the mattress, brings her face closer.

His mouth moving slower than his fingers, as he brushes his lips all over her face, neck, her shoulders.

Then he circles slow - as his mouth finds her lips and she moans together. His fingers dip inside her again - thrusting faster. His other hand reaches her waist - supporting her movements. And his other thrusting in deep.

And then she picks up a rhythm. Her moan comes in rhythm. He looks into her eyes and thrusts with her rhythm - "Come for me baby".

She nods between her whimpers. He doesn't stop. His mouth lowers down to her breast - and instead of cupping them or caressing them - he nibbles her nipples.

And her hands find his hair. "Oh fuck" she exclaims.

Her chest heaves with each move. His mouth sucks on her nipples - he's playing with her. He nibbles it and then slows his fingers down there. He bites it and then starts rubbing her clit.

He knows what to do next. He knows how to make her eyes roll back.

And then - then he lays her down, puts her left leg on his shoulder, looks at her and starts thrusting his fingers in. She looks at him looking down at his fingers - he's focused - so focused and meticulous. His fingers jab into her repeatedly - reaching till the end of her insides. She moans. She moans so loud - that he starts scraping her insides again.

He looks at her while he does so. His mouth opens. She watches him bite her inner thigh - "oh fuck" she mumbles under her breath. And closes her eyes to feel every bit of his skin in her.

She cups her breasts - so tight - so hard - his thrusts finally reach her. She stops breathing for a second as he takes his fingers out.

He stands up and goes to grab his drink. She catches her breath and her moan as she lies there naked.

She looks at him - looking at her while he takes another sip - fully clothed. He is still in his black shirt, panting, barely. She feels tangled between the feeling of wanting him naked and standing there like a gentleman.

She gets up and sits at the edge of the bed - while he pours himself another glass. She's thirsty. She looks at him and then at the gin.

He notices her eyes and brings the glass over to her. But instead of handing it over - he lifts her chin with one hand and pours the drink in her mouth from the other. She watches his eyes - he likes her mouth open and the taste of gin.

When she's done. She closes her mouth but he lifts her chin back to him. "Open" he commands. And so she does. It stings her throat. But he keeps pouring.

He gives her a second to gulp it down and then he pours again. Until the glass is empty - and when it is - she looks at him, licking her lips and catching a breath.

He grins with his eyes, turns back with the glass.

Keeps it down and stands there by the bottle. "What made you come here today?" he asks.

She hesitates a bit. He stays silent - waiting for her answer. "You're wasting time" she replies back.

He chuckles a bit. "Am I?" he approaches her again.

Looking at her - bare naked - staring back at him with soft eyes. And she looks at him - eyeing her down hungrily.

He starts to unbuckle his belt. He lets go of his pants while she watches him undress.

He comes toward her, strokes along his length with the same pace he used on her. In front of her - his positioning right at her lips. She is on her knees - pussy soaked. She looks up to him as he takes it out. She curves her knees - waist bent - ready to taste him.

He lifts her chin up, brushes his thumb over her chin, "It was hard for you to be here, wasn't it?" She avoids his eyes. He cups her face with both hands, and bends down to kiss. Just a peck - deep and warm. He looks at her a little longer and then he gets up.

"Lie down" he gestures. She backs up on the bed and lies down while her eyes stay locked on him.

He kneels between her legs, both hands on her thighs, spreading her open and then he drags her towards him.

One hand braced beside her hip, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. He touches the tip on her clit. Slowly. She moans and bites her lip as she watches his tip teasing her clit repeatedly. He's waiting for her to react, and she does. Her pussy throbs again. And the moment she lets out a moan. He lines himself up.

Pushes in.

But only an inch.

Her mouth opens. Her hips rise.

He positions his cock to enter her fully and then comes to her. Chest on chest as he presses onto her. He touches her face and kisses her, achingly.

The moment his lips touch hers - he enters.

All of him.

Slow.

One long, aching stroke that fills her until she can’t take anything else.

Her back lifts off the mattress.

He groans into her mouth. She moans and holds his biceps.

He doesn’t move at first. Just stays there - deep, unmoving - letting her feel every inch.

Then he holds her head at place, sinks himself in her neck and starts rocking his hips.

Barely.

She whimpers slowly as she kisses his shoulder. His thrusts build slow. Deep. His hand holds her cheek as he pushes faster - watching her moan against his ear.

He watches her every move. The way her lips part. The way her brows pull together when the pressure’s perfect. The way her eyes roll back when he hits that spot inside her.

And then he kisses her again, biting on her upper lip as he touches her neck. He's so slow while he caresses her but his hips would say otherwise.

Her moans make him twitch inside her. His lips press softly to hers - once. Then again. He hugs her with his both hands and lifts her while he kisses her hungrily.

His mouth moves slow, tongue parting her lips, but not demanding anything. Just tasting. She feels his hips moving into her. With every stroke, her body eases on the mattress. Every time it does - he starts sucking on her mouth and she holds tight - telling him to fasten. And he does.

He holds her head as his mouth reaches her breast. He cups her as he's moving inside her. Slowly - biting his way to her stomach. Her moans grow slower as she touches his hair.

And then he looks up at her - his hand goes down where his waist is already doing the work, and then he mouths her nipple - sucking on it while he looks at her moan louder.

He bites her breast. Then sucks on it. Then teases her nipple - all while he circles her clit and moves his hips.

She starts to lose her mind - he notices her every move. And so he picks her up - still inside her - and sits down while his hands lay on her waist.

He looks at her - sucks on her tongue and then moans into her mouth as her fingers wrap around his arms, her nails lightly grazing his skin. She feels him twitch inside her at that, and her body clenches in response.

He pulls his lips back and looks at her. She is sitting on him while he is still inside her. Her eyes and lips begging for him to resume.

But he doesn't. Instead, he commands, "Move".

And so she does.

She looks into his eyes, adjusts her legs and starts moving - up and down - up and down she goes. He groans as he looks at her, as she pushes herself onto him. She keeps moving - she keeps moving as he groans slowly, and looks at her breasts - he doesn't touch her - not once. His hands laying behind him.

He looks down at her pussy - the spot where she's filling him. He's doing that again. A part of her feels good about making him lose his head over her moves. But another part of her wants his eyes on her - gazing into her.

She straightens up with that thought and moves her hair back to one side, lays her hands near his waist, and starts moving her waist.

She doesn't look at him once, only her moves. She rolls her hips giving herself the center stage. She rolls with her rhythm - not his. She bites her lip and starts moving faster - so fast - she closes her eyes and moans loudly.

She feels his eyes on her. And so he grins and holds her waist to lay her back on the mattress again. This time he was hard.

He pulls her waist towards him and presses in deeper - somehow - hips flush against hers again.

Then he starts to move. Loud thuds hitting her insides. And her moans come in sync with the thuds.

She’s already soaked around him - so wet that every motion is fluid and slick and hot. She cups her breasts. pressing them together. He looks at her as he thrusts deep. again and again and again and again.

Her back arches and head too. Every thud is so desperate and so fast - she starts whimpering.

He notices her whimpers and lies on her to hold her head and bites her lip. He bends her half and thrusts faster. As she moans louder.

And all the while he moves inside her - in and out, deep and steady.

She starts to shake.

He holds her waist and thrusts loudly - just so he can see her whimper. She breaks.

Trembling. Moaning. Her whole body folding around him. He groans as he thrusts fast. And she feels her head go senseless as he keeps thrusting inside her.

And then he looks at her face. Gives out three final thuds before he pulls out.

Seconds later -

She feels the warmth and stickiness on her stomach. She lies there - unable to move.

She feels him getting off the bed and seconds later, he returns.

She feels his hands on her stomach. As she opens her eyes between her breaths - she watches him clean her stomach - with a white tissue.

She's still aching, laying on the bed, as she watches him move around the room and then to the bathroom.

He stays there for a while and she thinks to herself. She needs a bath before she goes. It has ended - and it's time for her to leave.

She takes a deep breath and sits up. The bathroom door opens up and he comes out - goes to the drawer near the mirror and takes it out.

She looks at it from afar - it's black. But she doesn't care to bother much. She gets out of the bed and towards the window where her dress lay down.

She picks it up. "You need to be somewhere?" he stands right behind her. She turns to look at him.

He comes closer, cups her breast, then strolls his finger down her waist. "I'm not done with you."

Her chest heaves. "Back to bed" he commands.