"Then play it with me." Was all I said, mumbling against his lips to tempt him a slight bit more, before I moved my head back and against the wall. And that was it. Enough for him to sent one last eager look from my eyes to my lips before his lips pressed over mine within a second, once again in a way of getting a final release, like simple air I needed to fill my lungs, losing myself in him once more. So quick and unfinished, I let him once again be the very drug to my soul, and I loved every second of it. He slid his hands off my wrists, somewhat releasing me yet still gliding them over my bare waist as he simply pulled on my shorts. It was almost effortless, somewhat struggling over the curve of my hips and my butt, but with the way he moved his lips right down my chin, my neck, he pulled it off right away, perhaps ripping them a bit too. My lips slightly parted and my eyes went shut the very same second he kissed that sweet spot on my neck, giving him full freedom to roam his hands over my bare skin and nothing but the black lacy lingerie. At that point, it only seemed like instincts were followed, kisses returned and complete loss of senses in each other. I understood what your own cravings, lust could make you do at moments like that as for I seemed eager to rip his clothes off, but perhaps I found so control and only pulled his shirt over his head for only a second before his lips eagerly pressed back over mine. The silence was filled with our deep breaths, somewhat still struggling with our own lack of resistance, yet the more we took from each other, the more we craved. I let my own strength take over my reflexes, and after a few minutes of pleasurable torture, I pulled my wrists away from him, somewhat separating from the kiss as my hands went right over his chest. A step or two were enough for me to break from the trap he had over me and move off the wall. Having more space now, I continued playing that game that he returned with yearning that was matching mine, wildness and lust that either of us let slip out of control. He kept his hands over my waist, so eagerly over the lines of my panties, distracting himself from the kiss that started quickly cutting off, our lips brushing and touching between the breaths that we both inhaled. His chest was firm underneath my hands, hard outlines muscles and skin that was smooth and perfect against my fingers.. The muscles on his stomach were deep and perfectly as I ran my hands down and towards his pants. I seemed to slowly undo them with hands that itched and shook for more. There was still too much clothes, even though that didn't seem to stop us the previous night. I couldn't help but do the same thing he did that seemed to give him so much delight, tracing my lips on the side of his, very slightly over his jawline.. I reached his ear, but before I could even open my mouth to say something, the feel of his hand right over the back of my bra, undoing it so effortlessly, with a simple pull, had me release a sharp breath and stay still. With my lips slightly pressed against the side of his face, suddenly slowing things down, feeling how he held me tightly over my waist, kept me close to himself for a second or two as I still had my hands over his pants, feeling how that lust seemed to had exploded inside me, leaving me nothing but desperate, lost in him.. I moved my head very slightly to the side, looking up at him and seeing those dark eyes look right back at mine.. His expression seemed subtle, distracted in a way, searching my eyes, my face, my neck.. I felt his hand move over the strap of my bra and pull it down slightly, the other one as well, and letting it slip over my arms, falling to the floor. I don't know why or how we seemed to slow down, looking at each other in a way that described every little emotion that went through us.. Our breaths slowed down as we let the sound of our rapid heartbeats fill the silence.. I pressed my hand over his chest, looking down at his body the same way he did at mine.. One step, one push.. It was all it took for him to take a step back as well, and let me push him down on the bed, moving my hand over his shoulder as he sat down. My hands went over his soft hair, somewhat messing it up as I ran my fingers through it slowly, the very same second he looked up at me. And not for even a moment I felt wrong.. Guilty. No, I loved every second of it. The teasing and the games seemed to excite me even more, the way he let his eyes roam over every single inch of my body as I was standing in front of him seemed to send all kinds of tingles and tremors underneath my skin. It seemed like an instinct. His one hand came right over the side of my leg, slowly and gently, tracing his fingers over my skin and seeming so distracted with the view of me being right there in from of me.. It was almost as if he was exploring my skin, running his fingers up my hip and wrapping them right at the lacy material of my panties. My breath cut, my eyes closed for a second when he pulled down, over my thighs and down to the wooden floor. I was there, standing skin naked in front of the man that I once considered my enemy, yet was now putting all my faith, desires, and caring right in him. I couldn't help the way my heart skipped a hollow beat when he scanned me like a wild animal, with calmed stares that seemed to be masking some kind of a mad lust we both could relate to. I had no clue how we slowed it down.. Perhaps the picture of exposing each other in the rawest ways possible was what created some closeness between the two of us. Some craving and bond that we couldn't say no to. "God, Lana," The rasp in his voice had me faint.. Weak under his touch. He ran his hands so slowly over the back of my legs, up my behind as he continued to trace my skin over my waist, leaning closer.. The feel of his breath near my stomach caused chills down my spine, some kind of a warm melting in my chest. The groan that escaped him while roaming his hands from behind had me lost. "Fucking beautiful," I almost dropped to my knees when he pressed his lips over the dipped line in the middle of my stomach, then over the side, moving away slightly enough to only brush his lips right at the side of my leg, so effortlessly having me so willing and helpless underneath his simple touch.