That was it.
That was it, when the last string keeping us apart snapped. When my mind completely shifted gears and accepted the desires that have been eating away at me.
He was not there to hurt me, I believed it. He was there to serve me, I believed it.
It may have been some kind of magic. A lie might have been planted in his mind and heart. But he was still devoted to me. He was mine.
"Please, stop … stop scaring me, mistress!" He pleaded so painfully. His throat might have been suffering the brutal hits his heart was zapping into me.
With crumbled walls, I reached to his chin, and lifted his eyes up at me, gazing into his devotion for a few long satisfying seconds before I captured his face, and sealed his lips with mine.
A soft gasp seeped into my mouth like a blazing fire in the season of winters. I could tell he was astonished. His body was not reciprocating for a few seconds even when my tongue slipped inside his mouth.
I pulled his sluggish body on his feet and deepened the kiss. Eventually he caught up, grazing his tongue against mine, slouching under my smaller frame.
The inability of his huge body to even stand tall before my kiss, before me who was not even 5 '6 filled my lungs with the satisfaction I needed.
I jerked him close with the hem of his shirt. My body was calling for the heat of his skin, to water the pulsing fire in my stomach.
I bit at his lower lip, drawing a jagged breath of his sweet scent and whimpers.Then, looming my forehead over his, I breathed out on his wet plump lips, "take your clothes off."
His eyes fluttered under me, his lips drawing gasps of bashfulness before he moved in an instant, getting rid of the clothing that poked my eyes except his white underwear. While I threw my every last piece of clothing on the floor.
"Take my shoes off." I said, with a rush in my blood.
He knelt once again, "yes, ma'am," his tone as tender as his gentle yet hasty grasp over my foot. His fingers carefully removed my shoe, while my eyes traveled from his meaty muscles, down to his mounting need in his underwear.
My feet free, I slipped my fingers in his nape and – yank. He whimpered, he had noticed my hungry eyes trailing over his body. He was twitching with the invisible touch he felt all over him.
That tender scene of pure bashfulness tingled at the heat in between my legs, that I was rubbing my thighs together. "You're so … pretty." I couldn't believe I was saying that. But my insides were begging me to tell him that. They seemed hypnotized by the beauty of a man who they didn't even know.
Maybe the desire of having someone like him was that great.
"Thank you ma'am." His breath hitched, his eyes beaming desperation, precipitating the wetness slick around my thighs. I needed him right that second.
I shifted the hold of my fingers and clutched the strands near his forehead, opened my legs wide and then guided his face on my heat.
He churned joyful whimpers. His lips instantly clasped my clit. His tongue dipped into my entrance.
An electric pulse of pleasure coursed up to my stomach from where his mouth and my heat connected. I moaned and curled my leg around his shoulder, tugging him closer.
He twirled his tongue around, his hands clutching around my thighs and grumbled as he sucked harder my clit.
Waves of pleasure surged through me, forcing my throat to overwork. I tightened my fingers around his hair so tightly they could snap, my body arching under the fast strokes of his tongue, my free fingers flexing on the mattress.
"Yes … just like that!" Every inch of my being quivered, my thighs constricting around his face. My insides clenched, my clit jittering because of his desperate lips.
"Mistress!" He grumbled inside me, eating me out like an hungry animal, almost shoving me on the mattress, when I dug my fingers into his back, and held myself steady.
I curled around his head and kept him there, in between my legs, listening to his sounds of slurping and sucking. His breaths eventually shorted.
His body twitched under me. "That's it. Stay there." I said, his nails digging into my skin. "Aghh, just like that. Good boy." I wanted to keep him there for a little longer, the knot in my stomach was about to come undone. I would have been shuddering over his tongue, releasing.
But I released him.
He could not go any other second without breathing. If he did, he'd go unconscious in between my legs. That's not what I wanted.
He gasped, his mouth wide open, salivating slickness in between my legs. His eyes were darting at me, his hands clutching my thighs. Desperation was still coating his skin thickly, even with the hue of pleasure.
How come the desperation in his eyes hadn't reduced to even 1 percent?
I could not practice my astonishment for he parted my legs, and sank his tongue back in me, rounding his lips on my clit.
He made me feel like he'd been starved. Like his life resided in between my legs.
His body was moving to the rhythm of his tongue in me, hitting all the right places. "Aghh!" I moaned, my body no longer able to keep itself steady.
I fell into the warmth of the mattress, my fingers pulling his mouth closer to my heat. I was rubbing myself to his mouth like an animal in heat, about to ooze out.
"I'm so close, just … keep going. Don't stop!" I threw my hands back on the mattress, my waist arching with the knot in my stomach.
He did not level down just because there was no grip on his hair. Instead he doubled down, eating me out with the primal need I could feel thicken the air in that hotel room. More primal than my need.
My eyes rolled, his tongue continued and then — "agghh!"
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