A night unexpected (Aesop Sharp X Reader)

20- Vulnerability

"Ah...wait..." You struggled to find the words. You didn't want it to end just yet.

Instead of faltering he leaned deeply into you and you moaned loudly as you felt his fingers reach farther. His thumb continued to rub your bud and you felt yourself getting closer. You couldn't stop your hips from moving with him.

"Wait..." You begged.

His hand was still behind your neck when his mouth found your ear. He nibbled your lobe lightly and whispered again.

"Let go for me, my love. Let me feel your pleasure."

His words were enough to pull you over and you nearly screamed at your release. Your hips were still rocking but slowed down as your body twitched. You fell forward and leaned into him, he slowly removed his hand and you whimpered from the sensitivity.

"Good girl." He chuckled.

Your hand lifted from the desk and found its way to his trousers.

"Off." You hissed, still blurry and breathless from your pleasure.

He smirked devilishly but did as you asked. You watched as he undid his zipper and let the trousers fall to the ground. In moments all he had was his shirt. You almost drooled at the sight, he was ready for you, just as you were for him. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in before undoing the rest of the buttons and practically ripping off the garment. 

Without thinking your hand found the scar on his chest and you traced the lines in front of you. He watched your face as you tilted your head, examining his body, taking in his pain and history. You glanced down and saw his leg, the lines were more ragged and raised, almost like he was broken apart and glued back together. It was not ugly, but you could feel the pain just by looking at it.
You looked up at him now and tried to read his face. For once you had an idea of his state. He was vulnerable.

You reached behind yourself and undid your corset, the ribbons hissed quietly as you did, and his gaze did not leave yours. He assisted in undressing you. Each touch was soft and careful. Each movement like a dance.

Then...you were there in front of him. Only you. Both of you vulnerable to each other and eyes full of desire.

You raised your hand and touched the scar on his face, tracing it from above his eye to his jaw.

"You are beautiful..." You told him.

"Not as beautiful as you..." He answered.

He moved forward to adjust himself between your legs. Your eagerness and anticipation almost made you forget about his injury.

"Wait. Your leg. We can go to the bed?"

"It does not hurt right now."

"What?"

"Call it the potion. Call it love. Call it whatever you want but right now I need to devour you."

He wasted no time and let the tip of his member kiss your core. You gasped and your arms wrapped around him. You waited for him to continue but he did not. He placed his head against your shoulder again and began to speak.

"...Say it again."

"What?"

He adjusted and looked into your eyes.

"...Tell me you love me...Please."

You smiled and pulled him in to rest your forehead against his.

"I love you, Aesop Sharp. I love you."

It was like a command for him. His hips slowly went into yours and you gasped as you felt him enter. You wrapped your legs around him but your foreheads were still connected. He raised one hand to brace himself upon the drawers above you on the desk and the other hand was wrapped around you. His hips snapped into yours and it took all your being to not melt under him.

"You feel...Devine." He rasped.

You cursed internally at his voice. His voice that sent shivers down your spine and pleasure in your core.
Your hips rocked again with his motions. You could feel and hear the desk underneath you creak and you started to wonder if it was going to break.

As the rhythm quickened you pulled him to you and your hands were in his hair. One of his hands remained on the drawers and the other now grasped your thigh as he thrusted into you. The sounds coming from your mouth were obscene. The air smelled of sex and the sound of your bodies snapping together echoed the room.

"Darling..."

His sudden whisper pulled you over again and your nails dug into his back as you felt the explosion between your legs. The sensitivity caused you to feel him even more, causing that euphoric release to repeat again, and again and again.

As you struggled to hold on Sharp dug his fingers into your thigh and snapped into you deeply. He groaned into your neck as he slowed down, releasing his grip gently and catching his breath.

"I love you..." He said breathlessly.

"I love you too..." You whispered.