⚠️ WARNING: EXPLICIT INTIMATE RELATIONS
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TAKE ME TO BED 😋
Time stilled.
Gideon was there, holding onto her quivering form as she got over it.
He leaned down to slowly trail kisses all over her face and neck as she slowly came to, back to reality.
"Ninotchka," he whispered when her body stopped convulsing.
She in turn stared up at him with eyes that were wild with desire still, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Mine."
She reached up with her hands to hold him and plant her lips on his own in a soft yet fierce kiss.
Desire instantly raced through him and filled him to the brim.
She slowed down the pace of the kiss till she was only nibbling lazily on his bottom lip.
Meanwhile, his blood began to instantly pound in his ears until it filled his brain–hot and thick.
She drew him closer to her, moaning as her hands skimmed the entirety of his body.
Her lips left his mouth so her hands could focus on undressing him.
She made short work of his shirt in seconds and let the material fall to the ground where it belonged, baring his taut sexy muscular chest.
The smooth broadness of that mass of dark chocolate skin made her ten times wet in an instant.
His hands came up to wrap around hers, and she stopped to look at him.
"Do you want me to undress?" he asked her in a hoarse voice.
She shook her head.
"I don't want you to do that, I want to undress you," she told him.
Her voice was soft, her tone quiet in a way that made him harder.
He swallowed.
He stared back at her with eyes that were completely aroused and yet so amused by her explanation.
"Shall I?" She said, asking permission while tilting her head to the side with a little smirk.
He suppressed a chuckle.
Why was she asking for permission when she had already started?
Still, he answered her.
"Yes, yes you can my sweet," was the go ahead he gave.
She flashed him a small smile.
Then, she lowered her mouth to the groove of his neck, inhaling that rich, fresh redolence that always emanated from him—cocolemon.
He moaned as his eyes glistened with a sharp shade of silver.
"Hmmm," he hummed softly.
She dipped, lower, down his chest at the sound, guiding her tongue over his smooth sleek skin.
She stroked his organ for feeling with her hands, her tongue–her hair tickling him with pleasure.
She caressed his nipples with her wet tongue, circling it.
The fire of passion surged into his head with a rush, almost bringing him to the point of insanity.
He shuddered as she ministered to the both, her tongue wet and sweet.
He wanted more, needed more, at least from her.
Then, she lifted her eyes.
He met her gaze with a lump stuck deep in his throat from pleasure.
"What?" he mouthed.
"Take me to bed," she purred.
He swallowed.
He raised a brow at her, a question written in-between the lines.
"Take me to bed, Gideon, so I can touch you properly."
"Shall I?"
She nodded.
He paused for a moment, wanting to make sure that she was definitely sure about this with him.
But, her gaze didn't falter.
Then, he lifted her into his arms, shirtless, her body soft and supple in his gripping embrace.
The bare contact between both kept the fervent flames of desire burning even as he took her to the bed.
He leaned forward on one knee and gently laid her on the round bed.
Then, he stood back.
She watched him expectantly from her lying position as he began to take off the remaining pieces of his clothing from his body slowly as if he was performing a strip tease.
Her eyes travelled over him and the marvellous contours of his body.
She nearly drooled all over the intricate thews of his chest and the amazing view of his pectorals.
It was perfect—the perfect cut, the perfect size, the perfect texture, the perfect build—all the magnificence of his sexy daunting body.
Her gaze slid over him in masculine appreciation, and he looked back at her with something similar.
He returned to her, naked and wanting, his eyes bleeding with want and unbidden need.
He reached for her and she leaned up impatiently to kiss him without reserve, stroking him from head to toes with out restrictions.
He groaned his pleasure, his length growing tighter and fuller, heavier against his fupa with each light touch of his fingers.
She hovered over his lying from in order to trail his belly with kisses, in a journey from his neck, down to his most sensitive spot.
He looked at her as she reached her goal, her eyes going over the veined length calling out to her.
Saliva pooled in her mouth at the sight of all that thick meat.
He was gorgeous.
Her hands reached out to wrap itself around that heavy duty equipment meant for her.
He made a small sound in his throat at the contact, and when she squeezed softly, he nearly drowned in the delight it brought him.
She smirked and he could tell that she was satisfied with her work.
This woman would be the death of him, he was so sure.
She held his gaze steadily as she lowered her mouth to his shaft.
She ran her tongue gently across the rim and the head.
Then, she fit the head of his cock into her mouth, bathing it in saliva.
His eyes widened.
"Argh," he moaned, the words grinding out of his mouth through clenched teeth as she sucked softly on his tip and then harder.
Then, she fitted more, sucking him like a lollipop, saliva drizzling down the sides of his cock.
She couldn't take all of him into her mouth, so she wrapped her hands around the bottom of his length.
She stroked him slowly and expertly with an upward and downward motion as her mouth pleasured half of his top form.
Her tongue ran around him with an expertise that almost made him cum, deep into her throat.
Pleasure rushed through him, causing him to grab a fistful of the sheet beneath him for support.
He groaned deeply as half of his erection disappeared into the warmth of her wet mouth.
A grunt so deep and guttural torn from his mouth from somewhere between his stomach and his oesophagus as she began to bop him–once, twice, then thrice.
"Ninotchka," he moaned her name like a man far gone.
She bopped him in and out of her mouth, wet and sloppy, ministering to him without restraint.
The deep throaty sounds he made pushed her to do more.
And she did so till he nearly shamed himself by almost spilling his seeds.
He jerked upright, moving her away from him with one hand to her forehead, panting hard.
"Don't!" He snapped.
She recoiled from him in abrupt shock with a questioning look sitting on her pretty face.
She made to speak, but he beat her to it.
"Don't," he repeated softly in a voice that sounded like it was meant to pacify her from earlier.
She raised a brow at him.
"I'm afraid I'll be finished before we even begin," he explained further.
Instantly, her once confused eyes lit up with understanding.
She smiled, all her thirty two white enamel on display to him.
"I don't mind."
He shook his head at her enthusiasm.
"Come," he beckoned to her, holding her soft gaze with those morassing melanous eyes of him.
She went to him willingly, into his arms without as much as a word.
They tangoed instantly–melting into each other at the speed of light.
He reclaimed her lips, possessing her with an intense morassing power, one that overwhelmed her.
Never before had they felt such whacking explosion between them.
He kissed her, plundering every inch of her wet cubicle till there was nowhere left untouched.
Their lips remained married to each other, air eluding them, breathless till both could take it no more.
"Izhxel," she pleaded, yearning to be filled, freed from that incessant need at the tip of her core.
He knew that she was begging him, pleading to be taken.
"Oh, how I want you Ninotchka," he cooed into her ears.
She purred.
"Then, take me, please" she whispered, "please, Izhxel."
He trailed a hand over her cheek and towards her cleavages.
"Me too, my sweet. I took can't wait to have you," he said, pressing his knees between her thighs.
She purred softly, the sound reaching into his ears, like a desperate cat in heat.
"Open for me," he began, "open for me sweet Rose," he urged her.
She opened her legs for him without restraint, wanting, needy as fuck.
He gently pried her legs more apart, bringing her thighs upwards till they were under his arms.
His palms pressed below the mattress to cup her buttocks, lifting them to meet him.
He pressed his bulbous head against her wet core, stroking her now engored clitoris with the head of his hard shaft for a few minutes.
She moaned.
"Please," she croaked, "just take me," she whispered.
He nodded at her.
Then he pressed himself slowly against her warm entrance while trying to ease himself into her sweet heat inch by inch.
The euphoric feeling that followed drew sweet thick arousing moans from the both of them.
She shut her eyes tightly as an unfamiliar sensation of delight raked through her body.
He halted.
She opened her eyes to look at him, curious as to why he had suddenly stopped halfway through.
"Look at me," he said, "I want you to look at me Mine."
"I, I am doing that," she stammered as he moved his hips slightly.
Pleasure coursed through every blood vessel in her body.
She breathed softly.
"I want to see you as I take you. I want to stare into your eyes as you become one with me–Mine."
She only gave a small nod, unable to form words at this crucial time.
Then, he held her tighter, his grip firm as he slid in deeper.
His cock moved slowly, filling every inch of her, stretching her.
"Argh," she cried out.
But he didn't stop, going deeper, her pussy tightening around his long, fat prick with each movement.
Above her, he muttered certain things that she didn't quiet catch while her wet pussy clenched and unclenched around him.
"Mine," he whispered, and then, he began to move inside of her.
She gasped, her hands gripping his hair as her mouth remained agape.
The delicious sensation of their sexes meeting again and again left her unable to breath.
His cock was slowly sliding in and out of her, leaving her purring uncontrollably beneath him.
He moved sensuously, repleting that sweet pleasure for the both of them, multiplying it even.
She made small noises if approval as she arched her back and hips to meet each of his thrusts.
He swore softly with a groan each time she did, for his cock slipped deeper into her slippery heat.
"Don't," he cautioned her. "I couldn't be able to go slowly anymore if you kept doing that," he added.
She shook her head.
"No, Izhxel. I don't want you to go slowly," she murmured.
Her voice just against his ears did several things to him.
And when he moved his hips again, she arched to meet his thrust.
He nearly lost it, using all of his self control to get a grip of himself.
"Damn it, woman," he grumbled at her never ending antics.
She moaned.
"Fuck me, Izhxel."
And then, he lost it.
He gripped her waist and began to slam into her tight, wet cunt with a better, faster pace.
"Ohhhh," she cried out as his dick slid in and out of her again and again, leaving her breathless.
He was riding her now as he wished, increasing her pleasure with a finger to her pussy bead.
He stroked her core with his joystick time and time again.
He made fast, sleek strokes that built her need—the one furiously pulsing through her, threatening to even consume her whole.
Her eyes widened in shock as he repositioned her body and sank his cock deeper into her heat.
The both of them met to agree time and time again in that bed.
Their bodies moved with an unrehearsed precision that brought them inexplicable delight.
The burgeoning feeling of the cusp of something wonderfully intense flooded her from all sides.
The crux was near.
She could no longer suppress the loud throaty sounds of pleasure she made at the intrusive sensation his invasive movements brought.
His strokes didn't falter, instead they intensified, exploring every inch of her hot wetness.
She unconsciously moved her bips higher, wanting more.
And his tempo instantly rose higher and higher as she felt something beginning to build inside of her.
Something that needed gratification, fulfilment–a mind-blowing climax.
He leaned closer, kissing her aggressively on the lips as he delved deeper, faster, pumping her pussy.
Her pompom made wet squelching noises at his demanding thrusts.
She rose to meet each fierce one, crying out her pleasure as they rode as one—intertwined, seeking for an exquisite equilibrium.
They yearned for a fulfilment they never knew was wanted, one they never knew was possible.
She held onto him tightly as he led her to discover an ecstasy so sweet, so intense and so satisfying that it nearly overwhelmed her.
She whimpered softly, lost somewhere, immersed in him, gaping as she reached the elusive pinnacle he had brought her to.
She allowed her body to yield to its craving as she came in a rush, warm juice flooding her core.
She let out a cry, calling out his name in a shaky satiated voice.
She cascaded around him, coating his prick, her pussy tightening sweetly around his shaft.
"Rose," he grunted her name as he sought for his own release.
And it came to him.
He groaned as her tight cunt milked him of every last drop of seed as he came deep inside of her.
His gratification fell over him like a blanket, covering him with that sort of indescribable pleasure.
He stopped moving after his thick warm release filled her up, seeping out from their joining and staining the bed beneath them.
Then, he gently fell atop her, wasted, a deep grain leaving his throat from the fulfilment.
His hand caressed her skin where it could reach, murmuring her name lovingly, seductively as he did so.
Still, she quivered beneath him, crying softly, hiccups taking over.
She was overwhelmed still by the magnificent power of their explosive love making.
Both of them, they weltered languidly in the aftermaths of their eating experience, with their bodies still conjoined by their sexes.
The primalness of it all touched something at the back of her head, sensitive places inside of her.
He turned on his back and then gathered her into an embrace.
He kissed her hair tenderly as he whispered sweet nothings.
"Ninotchka," he called he rename because she was yet to stop shaking, like a leaf in a cyclone.
He was not surprised—even one bit—when her hair began to glow, and her eyes followed suit.
He only reached down and caught her lips in his, knowing very well that the deal had been undone.
It was time to face it all.
Oxblood light slowly began to engulf the both of them as he gently held onto her quivering form.
He stared down at her, worried a bit about how it would all unfold.
"Ninotchka," he whispered softly, yet again, resignation in his tone.
And then, the Nisus took over.
...OmaPhinaPhire🔥