Because Of Lustful Gazes

The two looked at their wedding rings and gave off the exact same smirk. Then they looked at each other, the smirk still intact on their lips. The girl sighed a bit and she turned her head away, her expression changing, making her face seem paler than it already was, oddly enough. Did she feel bad about something? Did she feel uncomfortable? Was she regretting getting up from her bar seat and going to him? Was she just having a bad day suddenly? Well, her lover wanted to figure out what the problem was, so he placed his index and ring finger under her chin and made her look up at him. His smile was both caring and full of worry. He leaned in to kiss her and she refused it. He blinked. He was utterly confused.



"What is it?, he spoke.



She made a sort of sour face with just her lips only and turned away again. She wanted to leave and he knew that. But he was saddened at the fact that she did because they hand an intense craving for each other merely minutes before. This is what he disliked about her at times, but he loved her so he had to deal with it. As she played with the aggresively long silver chain around her neck, she felt his finger tips glide gently across her shoulders and upper arm to where her armwarmers started. He knew she was getting uncomfortable with the surrounding people. He was probably an idiot for choosing this place, but she seemed to like it for a little bit. He held his hand out to her and like a child, she reached out hers to grasp it. Their fingers intertwined. He lightly planted a kiss on her forehead and she blushed a light berry reddish color around the apple of her cheeks.



They walked out of the bar into a sort of lobby looking area. The floor and walls were a royal blue marble and the doors were a nice cherry red oak. She blushed again, not being used to "fancy hotels" or anything fancy at all. She looked over at her lover and he was digging into his pockets looking for something. Hearing a jingle around his fingers, he grinned and pulled out a set of two small silver keys. Spinning the keys around his index finger, she giggled at him, covering her mouth with her hand.



Gripping his hand a little tighter, he got that as a sign that she was getting comfortable again. He led her to the large copper looking elevators and press the button to go up. The tiny girl swayed back and forth, using her tippy toes and her heels for movement as she and her lover waited. When the bell dinged, she gripped her wrist and playfully dragged her into the elevator and pressed the button to go up to the fifth floor. After his finger tip released from the sleek button, he looked behind him to notice her standing there with her weight shifted to her left, with her left hand lifted up holding her opposite elbow. He blinked a few times, turning somewhat pale at her standing position. The elevator was empty... It was roomy... And he rose a brow at her. And she knew that brow raise more than anything, really. She licked her plump lips to tease him and he took a step towards her. She winked and he took another step, but she was playing with him as of now, so she backed up away from him. He chuckled.



"You know you're not gonna stop me, love.."



Exhaling sharply, the tiny girl backed up as far as possible... Until her back hit the wall. Her index finger motioned him to come to her and he followed with great pleasure. Not even seconds after, their bodies were pressed together "tightly" per se. She looked up at him, her face looking like a doll... A doll where the crafter of her worked on her face with all his sweat and blood. Her eyes were large and he almost saw his reflection in them. He burried his head into the crook of her neck and nibbled lightly on the whole right side of it. She purred softly at this and her knees already started to feel weak. His hands explored her clothed curves as he bit down harder around her collar bone. She hissed lightly in pleasure. Licking the harsher bitten area, he felt his lover fiddling with his pants. He chuckled into her neck as he continued to lick various areas where he nibbled.



He hiked up her skirt and gripped her thick thighs some. Her head rested on the wall on the elevator as he pulled her up and adjusted her to height and position. She seemed nervous, but an eskimo kiss made her feel a little better. Her legs wrapped around his waist tight and his pants were pulled down just enough for inserting.inside her. He burried his face in the same crook he kept nibbling and he felt her perked nipples against his shirt. She was already heavily breathing and clawing at him for him to hurry. And this is where the girl's lover noticed something very diffierent about the girl he had pinned to the wall... No underwear. No under garments of ANY kind, actually. This was new for her to do and he liked it. Sure, she usually didn't wear underwear with jeans, but this was the first time she disapproved it with a skirt.



He didn't even bother checking to see if she was wet. Not in this position. Not in this rush. They hungered sex and they hungered it with a great deal. Plus, she probably was already soaking to begin with. Her skirt was hiked over her bum and her long bangs covered her left eye. But her exposed eye was tempting him to basically rape her. And even though it's impossible to rape the willing, that look made it seem possible. VERY possible. Having a sort of mischevious grin on his face, he pushed up and foward, feeling her tightness instantly surround him. She whimpered in pain and her teeth gritted. He went to pull out, but her hands clawed more at him and she frantically shook her head telling him not to stop. Even though it hurt her, she wanted him, and she would kill him if he didn't finish something he started. So, with that, he pushed into her harder than he would normally do when starting out. Hard and quick thrusts into her as he felt her inner muscles squeezing him. His eyes rolled back into his head a bit and he continued pushing into her. Watching the expression the tiny girl had on her face was an ego boost for him. So, he continued thrusting, hearing her soft yelpings every other time.



She was oddly quiet, and he wasn't having that. He thrust up inside her harder, causing her to sort of gasp out. Her eyes shot open but then shut tightly seconds later, quickly getting used to the sudden sharpness of his thrusting. He hit a sensitive spot apparently because her hips were suddenly moving along with his hips, trying to get that spot to be hit again. And this pattern continued until her yelps became moans. Moans became screaming. The raven haired, blonde streaked girl's head slammed against the elevator's wall as her legs clutched his waist area even tighter. It hurt him some, but he was too close to climax to care. Even though it felt like she was trying to fracture bones, he wanted to release inside her.



The girl's right leg gave a couple of twitches and that was their cue. They grinded against each other so hard that there was a pounding sound in the elevator. The pounding was only one of the many sounds spinning in the cubicle. It mixed with their moans and screams and pants. As he groaned and grunting with his hard coming pounds into his partner, he let out what seemed like a scream. It echoed and sounded somewhat fused with the old echoing. Yelling out each other's names, their heads flew backwards, him first, than her, and they released their sexual juices seconds later. The dark-eyed girl felt her inner walls still twitching around his member. This made her body twitch a little as well. Not just her leg. And to make sure he got every bit of what he shot out inside of her, he continued pushing into her, fairly gentle now.



He was quite shocked that he could still hold her. They both found their way to the corner of the elevator and panted heavily with tiresome laughter. They were sweating like dogs because the elevator was humid to begin with and they were still pretty much fully clothed.



Staring at each other with that same gaze they gave each other back down at the bar, they knew it wouldn't be too long until they wanted more of each other. The craving was only fractionally satisfied. If not, maybe even a little less than half of a fraction. Her hands ran through his hair so that she could get a better look at his eyes. He loved when she smiled the way she did after they did this. Not because of the event itself. She just looked so pleased. And he loved the idea of knowing he made her that way. He kissed her forehead and that was soon followed by her lightly suckling on his lower lip. And this formed into a nibbling kind of making out session.



He had pulled out of her by this time, and right before they were going to start it all over again, the elevator bell dinged letting them know that they had reached their floor... And as she pulled away and chuckled some, he spoke...



"I'm still not done playing with you, pet..."