Redemption (Midas x Reader)

• XIV •

I was almost to him, close enough to smell him, and I knew I couldn't stop myself. My brain was a scrambled mess.

If he denies me I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue breathing.

"Christ, Y/N...we...we shouldn't, I don't know if I...I can..." he mumbled, finally understanding my intentions.

I cut off his sentence by placing my arms behind his neck and climbing him like a tree, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"I need you. Please," I begged, placing my forehead against his, his good arm sliding underneath my rear to help hold me up, his other hand resting gently on the outside of my left thigh.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to muster any self control, and when he opened them back up I immediately knew from the look he gave me that he hadn't found it.

He smashed his lips into mine, causing my stomach to flip with anticipation, kissing me deeply, passionately, his tongue in my mouth, a light groan escaping him.

I reached one arm out behind him and flung the door closed, before he carried me to the bed, sitting down, with me straddling him.

I started to undress him, working on the buttons of his waistcoat. It was taking so long, and I just wanted to tear it off of him.

He lifted my shirt off over my head one-handed, breaking the kiss, my bare breasts exposed. He leaned down, kissing them one at a time, sucking lightly on each nipple, and I started to roll my hips into him, rubbing my clothed womanhood onto his erection, making his body tense.

I finally got his waistcoat and tie off, and began working on his shirt. He had kicked his shoes and socks off, and was still playing with my breasts, cupping them, squeezing, thumbing my nipples.

"Take off your gloves. I want to feel you," I said.

He did as told, using his teeth to pull them off one at a time, returning his golden hands to my body when he was finished. I startled when I first felt the cold tingle, I didn't know if I would ever get used to it.

He watched my face, excited at my response, as he slowly ran his hands all over me, across my chest, my stomach, up my back. He was careful not to rub the mark he had given me. I was beginning to moan, my eyes half closed.

I eventually got his shirt undone, sighing when he removed his hands from me to slip it off. I marveled at his bare tattooed chest, touching it with both hands, in disbelief that I had such a privilege.

He chose me. At least for now.

We kissed again, eagerly, hands groping each others' bodies, me being careful not to hurt his still bandaged wound.

I stood off the bed in front of him so that I could take his pants off, unbuckling his belt, sliding them down with his boxers, freeing him.

He watched me lustfully as I slid my own shorts and panties down, admiring my naked body. I could hear his breathing speed up as he stroked himself, ready for me.

I climbed back onto him as he grabbed my waist on both sides to guide me, and sat on his cock, whimpering as he filled me.

I kissed him, using my tongue, grabbing his face on both sides, in ecstasy that I was getting to feel him inside me again. He moaned into my lips, and I took this as my cue to start moving.

I pulled my face away, placing my hands gently on top of his shoulders for balance, and started rocking my pelvis back and forth, riding him.

He didn't help at all, staying still, simply holding my waist, content to watch my face as I used his body to pleasure myself, my eyes rolling back, cheeks flushing, bouncing up and down.