Page 18 of Heartbeats Amidst Chaos: Part 2

“Don’t you think it’s a little too dim in here to see?”

“We could go over by the window.” He withdrew his hands, dipping his head toward her to gauge her response.

The pulsing between her legs would not let her do otherwise; Rissa stood up and moved around the desk to the window. When she turned around, she found that Elio had followed her. He paused a few feet away, sitting on the edge of the desk, his hands on either side of him as he watched her with the same intensity he had during the initial hours after meeting.

The last gleam of sunlight through the window lit his hazel eyes, highlighting the way they were both warm and sharp. Rissa executed a slow turn, showing off the dress, which swirled outward. Then, she faced Elio once more.

“Top or bottom first?” she asked, her voice no more than a whisper. Standing there, in the pale square of window light, facing her rapt audience, she had never felt more sexy and powerful—and nervous. Her body was full of heat, pooling into a deep heaviness at her core. Her heart pounded and her breasts strained against the dress, as if anxious to be free.

“Bottom,” Elio said, his voice low and seductive.

Slowly, Rissa dropped her hands to the hem of her skirt and gathered the material between her fingers. She lifted the skirt, showing him the most intimate curve of her thighs and the black wedge of her thong. Even the warm office air felt cool on her heated skin as she shifted her legs further apart, letting it whisper across her labia.

Elio’s eyes caressed her almost as if a physical touch.

Deliberately, Rissa turned, displaying her G-string and bare buttocks, even bending forward slightly and shimmying her hips.

“Fuck,” Elio whispered.

Rissa’s flush deepened, a thrill piercing her core. She abruptly dropped her skirt and peeked at him over her shoulder.

“Will you unzip me?”

He stood and stepped up behind her, close enough she could feel the heat of his body. His calloused fingers brushed her neck briefly, taking hold of the zipper and pulling it gently down.

Turning toward him, Rissa met his eyes as she reached up and pulled the dress down over her shoulders and puckered breasts, down over her ribs and stomach. She slowly shimmied her hips free and let it fall to her ankles. Once more, wearing only her underwear, she executed a slow turn.

Elio’s hands reached for her as if he couldn’t resist, skimming across the swell of her breasts, tracing the outline of her curves, falling to her hips. He pulled her against him until their hips met, his erection firm against her crotch.

“You,” he breathed, “are so fucking beautiful.”

She lifted her lips to meet his, and he kissed her deeply, folding his arms around her body and turning her around so that herback was to the desk. Gently, still kissing her, he pushed her backward until her butt met the wood. Then, he lifted her until she sat on the smooth edge of it. His lips trailed down her neck and collarbone, down her sternum, and across her stomach as he knelt in front of her.

Rissa spread her legs to make room for him, her mind a red haze of wanting, wanting him right there. She planted her hands on either side, lifting herself slightly as he hooked his fingers in the sides of the thong and pulled it down over her buttocks and thighs, over her knees and feet.

He bent his head, kissing the hollow of her hip and working his way lower. Rissa tilted her head back and raised her hips as his tongue took over, stroking across the sensitive skin, moving toward the part of her that throbbed for his touch.

“Lay back,” he murmured, his hands cupping her thighs. She did, her warm skin meeting the smooth wood as his tongue caressed the outer folds of her vulva. She gasped, her hands leaving the desk to bury themselves in his soft, short hair.

It was completely dark now, the little room draped in shadows. Elio’s tongue explored Rissa, finding her clitoris and darting forward, just a soft flicker of contact, followed by withdrawal and his attention moving to her folds.

A moan escaped Rissa’s lips, followed by panting breaths as a deep shudder shook her to her center. Elio’s tongue continued its sensuous play, a satisfied hum escaping him that somehow made Rissa’s arousal increase tenfold.

She came more quickly than she ever had before, every sense heightened and readied by their strange, slow foreplay. Another cry escaped her, and her hands clenched in Elio’s hair as she pulsed.

When the orgasm subsided, Rissa lay limp across the top of the desk. All the tension had drained from her body, leaving her full and empty at the same time. She sighed with contentment, her arms encircling Elio’s neck as he bent over her.

“Thank you,” she murmured through his kiss.

“Huh-uh,” he mumbled against her lips. “Thankyou.”

His arms wrapped around her, lifting her up and carrying her to the couch, his footing somehow sure even in this dark room. He sat down, holding her on his lap, still naked aside from the bra that cradled her aching breasts. Rissa leaned her head on his shoulder, reality slowly seeping back in.

“What are we going to do?” she asked softly.

Somehow, Elio knew what she meant.

“You can’t go home,” he said, his voice rumbling against her ear. “And neither can I. Not until we know who is involved and what is going on.”

“Then where do we go?” she asked.

“I think we should leave town,” he said after a pause. “Go somewhere they won’t even know to look for us. Disappear into the ether for a while.”

“Together?” Rissa murmured.

We’ll meet up with him in time,she heard in her mind, but her heart refused to listen.

“Yes,” Elio replied, his chest rising and falling beneath her as he took a deep breath. “It’s safer that way.”

In the quiet dusk and the afterglow of her release, feeling safe and relaxed in his arms, Rissa could not contradict him.