harley westward

Here we are in the heart of the darkness

They were lost, no swimming in a sea of heated kisses and roving touches. It crashed over them like a tidal wave, but they hardly seemed to fight it. How easy it was kiss him. How she simply enjoyed the satisfaction of his lips against her own.. There was more than one to communicate and that tongue said every heated word that couldn't be uttered amidst the unsteady breathing and sweet sounds that filled the firelit room. It would have been easy to allow this to be a near frenzied thing, hell.. She wanted to feel that unrestrained want, feel all he had to offer without a damn thing holding any of it back. Yet, it was an instinctual thing for her. Every movement, every touch, every spoken word.

There was something about being pressed into the sheets as he held her there... that set those flames into an inferno. She had wanted all of him that her skin near demanded his touch... even now. Those smoky uttered words all but spoken as to goad him as if they were still playing that very same game they always played. It had been so long since she had been touched like this, with an awakening caress she felt hungry for. She'd felt ravenous. Like she was starved for it. It was only a moment before he urged her legs to part, not that she needed much prompting even though he wasted so little time. Matteo's hips rolled and found that entrance the same moment his mouth pressed her own in that oh so passionate liplock.

He devoured that very gasp he drew from her lip at that sudden entry, the very act that blurred everything in an inciting sea of want. As if she could want any more! It was but a few controlled thrusts that had him filling her entirely, her body a welcoming thing even though she was very the defiant creature. Hell, she could hardly help those sounds they exchanged and devoured from one another... in a manner that was almost greedy. Her pinned hands were unable to clutch to him as they wanted to, with great control he paused as if to relish in a victory as much as it was for her to adjust to him all the same. Her hands kept over her head, pinned into the plush softness to keep her right where he wanted her. How controlling.

In that moment he didn't move, which felt like a fucking eternity.. It was like he basked in her, in the feel of her. It was hot as hell if she was being honest for a single moment to be truly desired. She nearly protested that he move but it would have only come out a begging and she refused to plead if she could help it. How stubborn she could be even though her eager body betrayed her, there was no denying it. No denying that desire, or the way her own hips did the asking as a single hand trailed along her body, freeing one hand that so easily found his back. She nearly cursed when he began to move, as if each dive into her body was like becoming acquainted, setting a new bar to this challenge Matteo set. Damn the Frenchman could move. How she suspected it... but it was whole new can of worms experiencing it.

The sounds that left his lips could have been her undoing. Her own feminine sounds joining his own like they created a symphony of their own. How he knew just how to play her like an instrument made to be played by his own skilled hands. Matteo was near meticulous in the way he strove to find that perfect angle.. That perfect thrust. As if fueled by the unbidden sounds that fell from her lips that welcomed every bit of his kiss like her body did him. How quickly he perfected the language of her body and gave her just that, ever attentive to even the slightest shifts of her body. It was like he wished to study every part of her, every curve and swell.. Every hidden figurative button she had hidden.. She had never known sex like this. That it could be like this. Sex itself was satisfying, even when done okay.. But when done right, well that delved somewhere else entirely.

How accents never really did it for her like most women, it was always the words that did. But in that moment. Matteo's french accented words crooned a compliment seemed to only make her bloom. Compliments it would seem were in short supply in her life, not that she needed them to know her own worth. But in that intimate setting, it almost made her the most willing partner. To give him whatever he damn well asked for. Yet even still, he practically goaded her with that silvery impish gleam, confident like a man who won. Like she had suddenly became a tamed little kitten beneath him the moment she allowed him a taste of what she could provide. As if the throes of passion had gentled her storm-like spirit.

One moment he had her exactly as he wanted, the next she had him in a similar fashion. That smirk lingered upon her lush lips, even though they still parted. It was like she refused to miss a seamless beat, as Matteo was swiftly shifted beneath her. That position affording her nearly all the power and a wide array of new sensations to feel. How she allowed her hips to shift and explore, with each movement, roll, thrust, rise and fall.. She no longer perfectly maintained his own pace he had set, but made her own. Her back arched, her slightly curled fingers pressed into chest as the newfound rush sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Exhilaration. That's what she felt in those tentative moments.

He spoke so softly, those French lyrics that he knew she would not understand. But damn they sounded good. Like she could understand them even though she couldn't pinpoint it's meaning. "I know." She replied just above a whisper as her lips quirked into a semblance of a knowing smile. As if she desired to baffle the Frenchman entirely. Leaving him only to wonder if she had actually knew the words he had spoken. Normally she would have wanted to know.. Even going great lengths to fixate and figure out what the hell they meant. Yet, how satisfied she was to allow their lips to connect instead. He tasted as he smelled to her. Luxuriating in it for a few moments until she changed again.

This time goading the man that relinquished his very control to her. There was a flash of something that seemed all too devious as she pushed herself up, breaking that frenzied drowning kiss. Her hips changed their rhythm to a more slow and tortuous movement, using nothing but the strength of her thighs to control that moment, before she rose and simply did not come back down. There was no denying how she dared him then. Even at the cost of her own ache and need, her body rioting against that addictive feel of him. As if the act alone was not enough, she spoke, her voice gave away that pretend-resolve. The look in her eye so intensely intimate and yet a challenge all at once. Oh she could see that look within his entrancing silver eyes. That one where his control had almost fled him entirely. For a fleeting moment she thought he might actually beg! As if Matteo could beg! Such a sound would have baffled her into oblivion and back. But she was not afforded even the barest sound of it all the same. How she wanted him to crash into her.. to shatter all that was left of any composure she could grasp at.

Maybe if she... That was when his silver eyes peered up at her, their eyes locking in a moment that was too intimate within the cusp of that moment. That look alone sent goosebumps across the expanse of her body. His question spoken was not an unfamiliar one. Yet it was never asked with both of them naked with their bodies connected. It was only a mere hand, a small leap of faith. The surprise of it caused an intimate laugh to escape her. Why was it that every time he asked her that question... she grew immediately suspicious? Yet at the end of the day... her answer remained the same. In that heated moment there was little she wouldn't do. Hadn't he known that by now she at least trusted him to some degree?

One day she might seriously question her own sanity and yet she always trusted her gut. Harley's vivacious, striking eyes met his own.. Their mirrored desire clear as their uneven breathing... "Yes." Her words were breathless. She nearly asked him with that iconic sarcasm if he trusted her? Baited, challenged... and yet.. There was a softness she hadn't intended, only for the briefest of moments.. As if it was a mere illusion that the raven haired spitfire who never missed a beat... had slipped.

Matteo hardly said another word before he sat upright. Shift his body away from her, so he sat, long, toned legs stretched out and somehow harder than before. It took every ounce of effort not to pounce him. Fuck he looked... like her darkest dream like that, his eyes glinting sinfully. It tugged at all the right things inside of her before he pulled her in.. commanding her with his words. It would have been easy to defy him, to see if she could prod at that impressive resolve. But... in that very moment she wanted to do as he'd said. That demand somehow enticing to every fiber of her defiant being!

She shifted herself to straddle him wordlessly and perfectly aligned. This way, he seemed so close. His face mere inches from her own. He easily guided himself as she lowered onto him, exactly as he'd wanted. It was far too long with him being not inside of her. Yet that brief pause to change positions hardly dampened that aching need. Oh, this position was unlike anything she was prepared for. It provided a depth she hadn't anticipated and... an intimacy that caught her off guard. He'd offered her what no one had ever offered her before.

Equality.

It was like he offered her wings to fly along with him, rather than a mere game of back and forth that usually ended up with Matteo leaving her breathless. They could have travelled at break neck speeds. Instead followed that direction down to the letter, placing her arms around him in an embrace just as she settled perfectly within his lap. She exhaled a breathy sigh, a breath she hadn't know she had been holding. His hips shifted and she needed little prompting to begin the movement of her hips, grinding with his to give that... perfect friction. This position was so much more. His hands felt exquisite on her body and for a moment, she simply relished in the feel of it before his hand found her breast, their eyes locked for a suspended moment. That newfound rhythm saw to her eyes flutter shut, Matteo's lips a demanding thing she returned with equal zeal as a hand lost to the locks of his hair. How her hips matched the passion in that very kiss, the press of him rubbing against the most sensitive of places caused a needing sound lost to his kiss. How that pace began to change, as she could feel that steady build in her body like a perfect storm within her skin. It became charged. It was like her skin felt too tight to contain it as a mere body was never meant to contain such a thing. Involuntarily she tightened around him, her body, her embrace. It all intensified, allowing the outside world to simply fall away.

In an effort to tame herself, she arched her back into him and yet it only struck what felt like all nerve endings all at once. She'd bit his lower lip, lost to the passion, her hand that wrapped around him dug into his flawless skin. Her forehead pressed against his own as if he could ground her.. Or more likely, send her spinning out like a car that hit black ice on the highway. How long they kept this pace... she hardly knew. It could have been an eternity, minutes, hours. She hardly cared, it was damn ecstasy.

"Oh fuck.. Teo.. I am going to..." But it was like her words were simply forced into silence as if forgetting the damn words before they finished. It was like soaring... like running to and away from something. How every nerve ending felt alive like a livewire. Her lips parted to cry out. How desperately she clung to him like she might lose herself to madness if she didn't. That orgasm felt unending like conflicting tidal waves crashing down upon her at different angles, all at once... lost to the chaos, willing for it to take her.