Nox Out ( 4 )
A random Night out. My missy and I were getting ready in my savorless. We arrived at the cabaret and made a grand entry. You turned around the Saami moment and our eyes met.
The sheer voltage of the sparkle that erupted between us could magnate up a humble town. I smiled at you, the character of grin that you'd say melts you. You smiled back, checking me out from my oral sex, through my corset enhanced curve and tailored trousers, to the confidential information of my black stilettoes. You glanced around, the other guys in the bar were gaping. You felt a flush of alfa male person pride that this gorgeous little matter is smiling just at you. How could I not smile, when there you were ... looking so hot in blue jean and mutant buttoned shirt.
I slowly walked towards you swaying my rosehip. 'Nice surprise ; glad you could arrive at it'I said casually, but you could see the demon dancing in my centre. Everyone exchanged pleasantries and we started the evening proper. alcoholic drink and dance, we all tried to make the substantially of it.
You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your penis through your jean. The tenseness was getting almost intolerable, we enjoyed every second of it.
Late during the night I texted you to bid it a night and fill me in my place in 10min. I said my auf wiedersehen and left. You followed shortly after. I texted you again that the door is give and you should just come up in. Well ... that was n't something you 'd say no to, was it ? You entered the matte, it was lit only by a unity lamp. You could n't see me anywhere, but you could hear the cascade running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The entire place was full of steam ; you could barely see anything. You heard me unfold the shower threshold and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a peculiar invitation ? ? '.
You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To be alone, the same situation, the like time. You stripped and came into the shower. We stood there, under hot waterfall, feasting our eyes on the lot of our naked trunk. Both of us suddenly scared to make a movement, to vitiate the here and now. I broke the deadlock, took your hired hand and placed it over my chest of drawers. I covered it with my one ribbon and rested the other on your marrow. I said 'it 's me, my delectability, it 's just me'. You let out a deep sigh and put your former bridge player around my shank pulling me closer. We stood like that for a while, waiting for the reality of the situation to sink in.
I raised my hired hand and crossed them behind your head caressing your neck and shoulder joint. You looked down on me, your middle darkened with desire. You touched the position of my face with your handwriting, your thumb sliding over my lower berth lip. The one you 'd love to bite. I pressed my consistency against yours, feeling your erection. It was so good to be able to sense you, no cap, shirts or blouses between us. Just tegument to skin. Your helping hand started moving exploring my spine, waist and rosehip. I placed a lenient kiss on your chest, just above your heart.
You turned me around and pulled tightly against your thorax. Your ribbon cupped my chest and my nails dug into your second joint. I heard you growl and you whispered in my ear 'Vous êtes si belle ... Ma chéri'.
You lifted me in your arms and carried me over to the bedroom. You laid me onto the bed and stood over admiring me. I reached out for your hand and pulled you on top of me. I wanted, needed to feel the weight of your eubstance on mine. The fact that you were impregnable enough to squeeze me with one hand was a play on. We rolled in the piece of paper and now I was on top. I straightened my back and looked down on you. 'Do you trust me ?'Yes, you said grabbing my pelvic girdle and trying to fight me onto your big, heavy dick. I swayed my hip joint and told you in unappeasable vox to let go. Your hands fell limp. I laughed and said that I liked when you obeyed me so eagerly. And that obedience is always rewarded.
I kissed you, but did n't stop at the back talk. I moved down, slowly, covering your consistency with carnal kiss, biting all the sensitive berth on the way. I got up and went to my bag. You watched me with thin apprehension. I got back to the bed and asked you again, very seriously 'do you feel safe ?'.'I do ... with you'you said. I placed the blindfold on your heart and told you to sit on the boundary of the bed. I took your script and guided you to the exact slur. I told you to place your hands back for financial support and rest like that no matter what.
You felt me standing right in front of you. I caressed your expression, my lips chasing my finger, going down ... down ... I spread your legs and knelt between them, kissing your stomach while my hands were going up and down your wooden leg. You heard me giggle and say 'see ... that 's where me being a hobbit and you being so tall comes in handy. My backtalk are on perfect height when I'm kneeling in forepart of you ...'you laughed, but it was cut short when you felt my spit tracing the intact length of your phallus. My mouth covered your balls, kissing and sucking. I moved then up to the theme and worked all the way up. Your respiration became temperamental. After long minutes of doing just that, caressing your hawkshaw with my lingua, lips and handwriting, but not taking it into my mouth it became nearly a twisting for you.
'Please ...'
'Please what ?'
'Please, you 're killing me ...'
'Verbalize your needs, baby'
'Take me in your sass, I need to feel you'
And you did ... slowly I circled your tip with my tongue. A shiver run down your stallion body. You were so maledict hard that for a moment I thought I might have pushed you too far. But no, you liked to be denied, so I kept you on the slight railway line. You felt the passion and the fogginess of interior of my mouth when I took you in. With no warning I started sucking hard, flicking my spit over your sensitive tip over and over again. My hands were stroking you and squeezing your balls. You were gasping for air. Your hips started to bear on forward and your muscle started to tense.
Everything stopped. I had early plans for you than to let you finish then and there. You grunted with disappointment over abrupt withdrawal. I laughed. Your hand went to your side to move out the blindfold. I caught your wrist and said 'you were not given license'. Your hand returned to the bed. You felt me sitting on your lap. I took your penis in my hand and guided it inside me. You nearly invoked the Maker 's epithet in vain. That 's how incredibly taut, hot and wet I was around you. You were filling me up so perfectly. I kissed you deeply and whispered, 'you are permitted to tint'.
You oh so eagerly did. Your hands immediately went to my rosehip, to my spine, everywhere you could. You were holding me close, feeling my tit on your chest. I repositioned myself slightly and said 'now, close your eyes as i remove the blindfold. keep on them closed unless I tell you otherwise'. You nodded in understanding. I removed your blindfold and kissed your eyelids. I pulled you tightlipped and you rested your chin on my shoulder. My rosehip started to sway again, a seductive dance, with you buried deep inside my pussy. 'Open your eyes'.
You did and the start thing you saw was our reflection in the closet mirror. Me on top of you, your work force on my ass, my hips moving up and down and in circles. You could see yourself disappearing in me. You saw and felt me increasing the step .'I 'm gon na cum'you heard me whisper and you observed in the mirror how my back arches, how my body tenses ... you felt my slit pulsating around you, squeezing your penis even tighter ... it went on ... and on ... and on ... 'Gods ...'you heard me moan your name.
It was too very much ... a sensory overload. With a rich growl you grabbed my hips and impaled me on you with nearly brutal force ... and again ... and again ..., your eyes fixed on the mirror. And then you came, shooting hot cum deep inside me. I felt it so hard and I came again, form of an aftershock.
You fell back on the bed, I laid on top of you. We were both spent. You kissed the top of my head and caressed my rachis. I looked up. Your boldness was so serene in that minute, smile wandering on your sass. You pulled me closer and held me in your munition. high temperature from your physical structure was keeping me warm. I sighed with substance and unwind totally.
I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to your fingers massaging my clitoris. My weapons system were over my pass, tied to the bed with my own scarf joint. You looked at me with that devilish smiling and said 'guess who 's the master now sweetness ... ? '