Pressure

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    "How are you Elena?" came a voice from behind.

    I turned around slowly and found myself caught in the gaze of Jareth the Goblin King. I couldn't reply. All I could think of was our last encounter and what a hot one at that.

    Jareth smiled and took a step closer. "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" a suspicious gleam in his eyes.

    "No. I seriously doubt it." I replied, going back to what I was doing.  I felt him draw closer still and couldn't help the nervousness I felt. I knew that I wouldn't be able to get away from him and I knew that I wouldn't want to. I felt his hand on my shoulder but didn't acknowledge him.

    "Elena, I have been wondering about something." he began, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder.

    "What?" I asked, picking up my laundry and walking up the stairs. This was a foolish move I was making, I know. At the time, I didn't think about it. I heard his footsteps following close behind me, making my heart race. *Oh dear lord, why me?* I thought to myself, biting my lower lip. I walked over to the dresser and put the clothes away, all the while, I could feel his eyes on my back.

    When I turned back around, Jareth was leaning against the door frame staring brazenly at me. I took a step toward the door only to have Jareth block the way. Smiling down at me, I knew what he had come for.

    "I have been wondering if you regret what happened the last time we I was here?" he asked in a hushed voice. He reached out a hand and lightly touched my cheek, dragging his thin fingers across my cheekbone. I shuddered at his touch and I knew he felt it.

    "No I don't regret it." I replied softly, averting my gaze from him.  "Why have you come Jareth?"

    Jareth didn't speak. He pulled me to him and suddenly I found myself pressed tightly against his chest. Then his mouth came down on mine and he plunged his tongue inside of mine to explore without overwhelming. His hands moved up to grasp my hair, not gently but without hurting, holding my head immobile as the kiss deepened. "Elena." he murmured against my lips, lightly brushing them. Knowing I wasn't going to resist him, he moved quickly, laying me down and with the wave of his hand, stripping us of our impending garments. As he stretched out on top of me, I could feel his manhood against my thigh.

    I whimpered softly as he stroked my sensitive skin, sides, stomach, and finally barely touched the curve beneath my breasts. His hot searching hand covered one mound and I gasped as his teeth gently pulled one nipple, then the other.

    His fingers traveled lower, and I arched against his strokes. He was gentle yet insistent; his fingers setting my body ablaze. He stroked the most intimate part of me, while I moaned softly beneath his touch

    When he rose above me on his knees, straddling my hips, I was determined to give him pleasure no matter what the cost. I had to touch him in return-his chest, his tight, firm buttocks. It was his turn to gasp. Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around his searing length, pulling and stroking in exploration, as gentle and as rough as he was being with me.

    I could see the pleasure in his face as he strained to remain in control. His control disappeared, as he lay me back upon the bed, his gentle hands easing my legs apart. I felt him at the very core of my femininity, stiff and prodding. And then he was inside me, and I let a gasp escape my lips. His eyes,meeting mine, smoldered then closed as he continued, first gentle then intense. I clutched at his back, digging my nails into his flesh, and wrapping my legs around his hips to brace myself for the final spontaneous burst of bliss.

    His thrusting and burning inside me was almost too much to take, and I rose to meet each of his torturous strokes. I cried aloud as finally my release came, a wonderful starburst sensation that coursed through my body. At the same time I heard his groan of release.

    "Elena." he was hovering over me, brushing strands of damp hair from my face. He kissed me slowly and deeply, then collapsed beside me, pulling me against him. "You aren't going to try to forget this time now are you?" he asked, his voice ragged.

    "No." I replied, drifting off to a peaceful slumber in Jareth's arms.

    When I finally woke up, Jareth had since left. Stretching out on my bed, my hand grazed something. Looking over, I saw a single rose on the bed beside me. Picking it up, I smelled it then clutched it to me. "Thank you Jareth."

    I said softly, then drifted back to sleep.