~Scenes~Wham, Bam, Scram

He quickly strode over to her, a lustful look in his eyes. He grabbed her by the waist and crushed her to him, ravaging her mouth with a fierce hunger that was completely new to her. The piano raised to a crescendo as their lips met in fierce abandon, as if the music was playing just for them. He stoked her mouth with his tongue, sending a fire raging through her body causing her to gasp and cling to his broad shoulders, trying to pull him ever closer. The tiny gasp told him what he wanted to know. He reached under her shirt and growled at the feel of her velvet smooth skin.
His hand stroked the length of her back; the other cupped her buttocks, slightly lifting her with one hand so as to deepen the kiss. She arched to his tough, her breasts grazing the front of his chest, sending a rush of heat to his groin. A moan escaped his lips as he felt himself grow hard. His mouth moved to her ear, gently teasing the lobe with his teeth. The sound of his breathing sent chills down her spine, and she sighed his name in pleasure. His tongue made a wet trail down to the nape of her neck, gently nibbling there before biting down and sucking hard. She groaned.
Her breath caught in her throat at the feel of his mouth on her neck. Her hands made their way to his hair, pushing herself into his neck, willing him to continue. His hand made its way to her bra hook, expertly unfastening it with two fingers.
As the strapless black lace bra fell out from beneath her shirt, his hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs moving over the nipples, reducing them to hard buds in his wake. He groaned, deep in his throat, feeling the soft round orbs of her breasts. She melted at his touch, her knees buckling. His mouth found hers again, keeping her upright, cupping her. Her hands grew impatient, wanting to feel his skin under her fingers. She reached under his shirt, stroking the muscles beneath. He snapped at the feel of her tentative touch on his bare skin, suddenly aware of the blood rushing through his body. He grabbed her thighs roughly and with a slight grunt, lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, lying her down on her back and kneeling over her. He looked into her eyes and smiled a mischievous smile as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt, splaying it open before moving to the top button if her jeans.
He leaned down until his nose was almost touching the soft skin under her belly button. He savoured her sweet feminine smell, the scent making him a torrent of emotion. She could feel his warm breathing against her skin as he slowly unzipped her. Taking his time, he got hold of the top of her jeans and panties, tugging downward as his face trailed behind, murmuring whispers of want and desire. As her jeans were coming off she could feel his breathing moving downward, sending her breath racing.
Once her pants were completely off he trailed kisses from her navel, getting steadily lower. She squirmed in anticipation, grasping and ungrasping the sheets in tense hands. He slowly spread her thighs, inhaling her aroma. He parted her, feasting his eyes on the sight before taking a tentative lick. She moaned loudly and moved her hips restlessly. He grinned to himself before throwing himself into the task at hand wholeheartedly and with relish. She tasted incredible, sweet and wet. He just couldn’t get enough; her moans egging him on, making him grow and throb uncomfortably. His mouth kissed and sucked, causing her to writhe and twitch uncontrollably, whimpering for a release which was just out of reach. His tongue made its way inside her, and she gasped, her breath catching in her throat before moaning in pleasure. She arched her back and her hands fisted in the sheets beside her. He stopped, got on all fours and glanced at her appreciatively, intentionally teasing her. She watched him, impatient and breathing heavily. His eyes skimmed the scene on the bed. Her naked body bathed in nothing but the moonlight, copper hair spread over the pillow beneath her head. He was rock hard and ready. He wanted her so much he could hardly stand it anymore. He got up and made quick work of his clothing, revealing the body beneath. Swathed in head to toe in moonlight, his firm body seemed to be chiselled out of marble; the freckles sparsely dotted on his chest and body even seemed to have equal distances between them, as if an expert had painted them on. His hair was dark and shaggy, and it hung in his eyes, but not enough that she couldn’t see the stunning blue-green of them shining back at her. Her eyes revelled in the sight. She shyly smiled, looking at him through heavily lidded eyes. He smiled and crawled over to her, gently settling his body on top of hers, being careful not to crush her with his weight, sighing as their bodies melded together. He was firm, and his skin was soft. He stroked her stomach, and nipped at her neck. She sighed at the wonderful feeling of his weight on her, his touch sending fire to her core, making her tremble with the intensity of the rush going to her groin with every stroke of his hand on her stomach. She bit her bottom lip, her hands caressing his muscled back, making their way from his dark shaggy hair to the small of his back before going back up again. She lightly scratched the trail with her fingernails, slowly moving downwards to his buttocks.
He shuttered and gasped at her touch, his hand drifting lower in response to her boldness, moving through the tangled curls to her core, and rubbing her sensitive bud, making her gasp and arch into his hand, silently begging for more. Two of his fingers made their way into her, and she moaned loudly. She whispered his name.
“I…I…I’m not sure…” He captured her mouth with his, silencing her as started stroking her, making her already moist core even wetter. She moaned his name in pleasure, but she persisted. “I don’t know if…if I…” he removed his fingers and rubbed himself against her. He craved the feel of her around him, but he needed her to want him as much as he yearned for her. Her breath hitched higher. He humped and ground ferociously, knowing she couldn’t hold out any longer. As her thoughts trickled out of her brain she tried one last futile attempt. “The music stopped.” she whispered. He spread her thighs wide. “I don’t care.” he said, thrusting inside her. She cried out in pleasure at the feel of his cock filling her to the brim. He started to thrust, slow and penetrating, each hand holding a thigh in place, his mouth catching a breast and suckling at the nipple. She was so wet, so tight; he thought he might lose it then and there. He stopped sucking and tried to steady his breath. He clenched his teeth; he was in this for the long run. He fought to keep himself in check. She grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady herself, her hips meeting his with every stroke. Her breathing became frenzied, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, causing him to grunt in pain and pleasure. She knew what was coming, and she tensed in anticipation. She was already so tight that tensing made him lose control. His breathing became erratic and he started thrusting faster, driving with such force and speed if he had any coherent thoughts he might have worried he would hurt her. But she matched him thrust for thrust; her climax hitting her so hard she thought she might die from pure pleasure. The ecstasy of orgasm causing her to thrash and scream his name at the top of her lungs. She gripped his shoulders so hard her fingernails left marks. She constricted so tightly around him he reached his climax immediately, giving one last thrust, roaring her name, and shuttering before collapsing, out of breath, on top of her limp, trembling body.