Desire on the Express Part : 3
Desire on the Express Part : 3
“Kiss me again,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.
He didn’t hesitate, his lips crashing against hers with a renewed fervor. This time, the kiss was urgent, desperate, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. His tongue teased its way into her mouth, exploring every inch with a possessive hunger that left her breathless.
Elara’s hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart beneath her fingertips. She could feel the heat of his skin through the thin layer of fabric, and it sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her veins. Without breaking the kiss, she began to undress him, her hands working quickly to rid him of his remaining clothes.
As his shirt fell away, exposing his broad shoulders and muscular chest, she marveled at the sight of him. He was every bit as beautiful as she had imagined, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. She traced the lines of his muscles with her fingers, feeling the tension coiled within him, ready to spring forth at any moment.
Austin groaned into her mouth, his body responding to her touch with a fierce urgency. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in his wake. His teeth nipped playfully at her skin, causing her to arch her back and gasp in pleasure.
“So perfect,” he murmured against her throat. “So fucking perfect.”
Elara’s hands continued their exploration, slipping beneath the waistband of his trousers to free his erection. She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made his hips buck involuntarily.
“Fuck, Elara,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop.”
She obliged, her hand moving faster, tighter, until she could feel the telltale throb of his impending release. But just as he was about to reach the edge, she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I want more.”
Austin growled in frustration, but there was no denying the fire in her gaze. He flipped them over so that she lay beneath him, his body pinning her to the plush leather couch. His hands roamed over her curves, memorizing every dip and swell of her form.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me what you want.”
Elara’s cheeks flushed with arousal, but she met his gaze with unwavering confidence. “I want you inside me, Austin. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes darkened with lust, and he didn’t waste a second. Positioning himself at her entrance, he slid inside her with one swift thrust, filling her completely. Elara cried out at the sensation, her nails digging into his shoulders as she adjusted to the invasion.
Austin set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward with each powerful stroke. He watched her face intently, searching for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was pure ecstasy. Her lips parted, and she moaned his name, the sound driving him wild with need.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice strained with passion. “Please, harder.”
He complied, slamming into her with renewed vigor. The sound of their flesh meeting echoed in the small space, a symphony of raw desire that only fueled their frenzy. Elara’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on.
Their breaths mingled in the air, heavy and ragged, as they moved together in perfect harmony. Austin’s strokes grew more erratic, his control slipping as he approached the brink. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, tightening with each passing second.
“Come for me, Elara,” he grunted, his voice tight with strain. “Let go.”
With a final, primal cry, she did just that, her orgasm washing over her in waves of blinding pleasure. Her body spasmed around him, sending him tumbling over the edge as well. They came together, their cries of release echoing off the walls of the lounge.
For a moment, they lay entwined, their bodies trembling with the aftermath of their passion. Austin pulled out slowly, collapsing beside her on the couch. They lay there, panting and spent, the only sound the rhythmic hum of the train.
“Elara,” Austin whispered, turning to face her. “What we have… it’s special. I don’t want to lose it.”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with unspoken questions. “Then don’t. Don’t walk away from this.”
He reached out, brushing a stray hair from her face. “I won’t. I promise.”
Just as their lips were about to meet again, a sudden jolt rocked the train, causing them to fall into each other’s arms. The lights flickered momentarily, casting strange shadows on the walls.
“What the hell was that?” Elara muttered, her brow furrowed in concern.
Before Austin could respond, the train’s intercom crackled to life. “Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for the disturbance. There seems to be some technical issue with the engine. We are currently investigating and will provide an update shortly. Thank you for your patience.”
The announcement ended, leaving them in silence once more. Austin looked at Elara, his expression somewhere between worry and amusement.
“Well, this is a first,” he said with a wry smile. “A mechanical malfunction during the climax of our story.”
Elara laughed softly, her tension easing. “Maybe it’s a sign that we need to keep things interesting.”
He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, I think we can manage that.”
With that, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, their bodies pressing together once more. The train may have been experiencing a technical issue, but their connection was anything but mechanical. As their hands roamed each other’s bodies, seeking new ways to explore and ignite their desires, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them—bound by fate, passion, and an undeniable chemistry.
