Desire on the Express Part : 2
Desire on the Express Part : 2
He continued his ministrations, his hands sliding under her dress to cup her ass, lifting her slightly so that she straddled his lap. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her core, a reminder of the raw desire simmering between them.
With a growl, he tore his mouth away from her neck, trailing kisses down to the swell of her breast. She moaned, her body arching into his touch as he nuzzled the valley between her breasts. His fingers worked deftly at the clasp of her bra, releasing it and allowing her breasts to spill free.
Austin groaned, his head dipping to take one nipple into his mouth. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure crashed over her. His tongue flicked over the hardened peak, drawing circles around it, sending spirals of heat through her body.
She couldn’t take it anymore. With a feverish urgency, she undid his shirt, her fingers working the buttons with clumsy haste. When she finally got it open, she shoved it off his shoulders, reveling in the sight of his bare chest. His skin was smooth, lightly sprinkled with hair that trailed down to his belt buckle.
Elara leaned forward, her mouth finding a patch of skin just below his collarbone. She kissed, nibbled, and licked her way down, leaving a trail of red marks in her wake. When she reached his nipple, she bit down gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.
“Christ, Elara,” he breathed, his hips thrusting involuntarily against her. “You’re driving me wild.”
She smiled against his skin, a thrill of power coursing through her veins. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more, craved the feel of him inside her. With a determined resolve, she began unbuckling his belt, her fingers shaking with anticipation.
“Elara,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Are you sure?”
She looked into his eyes, saw the raw need there, and knew that there was no turning back. “Yes,” she said firmly. “I’m sure.”
With that, she yanked his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection. Her hand wrapped around his length, pumping him slowly as he let out a groan of pleasure. She marveled at the texture, the heat of him, and the way his hips jerked in time with her strokes.
But she wanted to feel him deeper, wanted to be filled by him completely. She rose slightly, positioning herself above him, her wetness glistening against the tip of his cock. With a deep breath, she lowered herself onto him, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully embedded within her.
They both cried out at the contact, the sensation overwhelming. Elara ground her hips against his, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him with abandon. Austin’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his thrusts matching her rhythm.
The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a dance of primal need. Each thrust, each moan, each shudder of their bodies fed the fire between them, making it burn hotter, brighter.
“Elara,” he growled, his voice strained with effort. “Look at me.”
She complied, her eyes locking with his. In that moment, she felt an intense connection, a bond forged in the fires of passion.
“I’ve written about moments like this,” he panted, his thrusts growing more urgent. “But nothing compares to the real thing.”
“Show me,” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation. “Show me what you’ve written.”
With a final surge of strength, he flipped her onto her back, his weight pinning her to the couch. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, each one pushing her closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he pounded into her, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
“Austin,” she cried out, her voice breaking. “I’m close. So close.”
“Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his voice gruff with need. “Let go.”
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, they came together, their bodies convulsing with pleasure. Elara screamed his name, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Austin followed soon after, his release marking the end of their frenzied coupling.
They lay entwined on the couch, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Elara clung to him, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.
“Austin,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “What are we doing?”
Austin’s hands gently caressed Elara’s back, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense union. The train’s rhythmic rocking seemed to match the beating of her heart, a steady pulse of motion that lulled them both into a state of serene contentment.
“Elara,” Austin murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I never expected something like this… I never thought I could feel this way again.”
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and glistening in the dim light of the lounge. “Neither did I. It’s been so long since I felt this alive.”
His hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down her face. “You’re incredible, you know that? You’ve faced so much on your own, and yet here you are, stronger than ever.”
She smiled, a small, wistful curve of her lips. “Life has a way of making us resilient. But it’s nice to let go sometimes, to feel cared for, to be… desired.”
Austin leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that spoke volumes without words. When they parted, he whispered, “You’re not alone anymore, Elara. Not tonight, not ever if you don’t want to be.”
Her breath hitched at his declaration, a mixture of hope and fear swirling within her. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that this connection was real, but the scars of her past made it hard to let go completely. Yet, as she looked into his eyes, she saw nothing but sincerity and longing.
