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“Bal, aaah, I want…” What was she even saying? She couldn’t remember ever being swept up like this, completely out of control. And she was loving every second of it.
Bal’s head came up from her chest, eyes glittering with satisfaction and promises of so, so much more. “Tell me what you want.” He demanded.
Nayome didn’t know what to say.
Reaching up, Bal began removing the elastic band that was holding her top knot up. Hair falling down her back in silky waves, he groaned again, leaning back to take in the sight of her. Topless, with her hair flowing wildly down her back, Nayome felt as though she was having an out of body experience, seeing herself from his perspective.
She should feel embarrassed, but the way Bal was looking at her left little doubt that he liked what he saw. She felt beautiful, bold, and sexy.
Rocking her hips, Nayome caught Bal’s eyes as they clouded over with hazy pleasure when she ground her hips into his. She could feel the friction of his rough jeans through the light barrier of her tights.
“Nayome,” Bal growled again. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was so deep, she could barely make out his words. His hands came up and tangled in her hair, encouraging her movements, rising up to meet her.
Not knowing how to put words together, Nayome grabbed Bal’s hand and brought it to her mouth, needing more. Needingsomething.Following her instincts, she placed a tentative kiss on his palm, heart racing, before taking the tip of his index finger slowly into her mouth, her tongue dancing around the length of it.
Moaning, Bal’s hips jerked in response, lifting Nayome off the couch with him.
The laugh that came out of her mouth was not something she had ever heard from herself before. It was throaty, seductive. She was reveling in the power she had over this beautiful man, the power to make him lose control.
Releasing his finger, she trailed his hand down her chest, slowly through the space between her breasts, shaking her head as Bal jerked as if to reach for them. He let her lead, despite the impatient desire she could see shining in his eyes, and she brought his hand lower, until it was teasing at the top of her leggings, which hugged tightly to her waist.
Taking the hint, Bal groaned and began to peel the nylon fabric down, revealing a pair of black cotton panties. Nayome was glad she had at least opted for a bikini cut today, rather than the more unflattering granny style she was partial to for comfort—she had not packed thinking anyone would be getting a look at her panties. Rising up on her knees, Nayome gave Bal room to slide her leggings down, stopping when they were half way down her thighs. Nayome let out a surprised laugh as Bal grabbed her hips and flipped her suddenly so she was lying on her back, looking up at him as he moved in over top of her, his broad shoulders blocking out the lamp light behind him.
Breathing heavily, her laugh turned quickly into a moan as she felt his hand brush the thin material of her underwear. Sliding the thin black material to the side, Bal gritted out a groan as he felt how ready for him she was. Gripping his shoulders, Nayome let Bal tease a moan out of her as he dipped one of his fingers inside her.
“You’re so wet. Fuck, Nayome” Her name sounded like a prayer, as he explored her with his hands.
“Bal.” Nayome was panting, desperate. This was almost too much, she felt overwhelmed with the sensations coursing through her. Tugging at his hair, she brought his lips back down to hers. Slowing the pace, they both melted into the kiss. If Nayome thought slowing things down would give her a respite from the building heat, she was sorely mistaken. Somehow the slow, sensual kiss had her body straining for more, her hips grinding into Bal’s hand as his fingers slipped deeper inside her.
Nayome was surprised when Bal drew back all of a sudden.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, but before the question passed her lips, she was lifted into his arms. “Oh,” She laughed instead, feeling tiny as he carried her across the room as if she weighed nothing. Bal crossed the room in a few easy strides, and laid her gently on the bed. Leggings stripped halfway down her thighs, chest exposed, auburn hair spread out behind her on the bed, she imagined what a picture she must make. Where she would have normally felt shy, she felt bold, leaving herself uncovered while he looked at her.
Bal crawled over her on the bed, stripping off the rest of her tights and tossing them aside. Nayome welcomed the warmth of his body crowding hers, and reached around to run her hands down his back.
As their hips met, Nayome whimpered, reaching for Bal’s belt. She felt desperate to remove the barriers between them. His belt came undone with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ as she pulled it free of the belt loops. Smiling, she tossed it away and got to work on the button on his jeans.
Panting, smiling down at her with desire shining clearly in his gaze, Bal raised himself just enough to give Nayome room to work.
Both of them moaned, lips reaching for each other’s, as her hand brushed up against the hard length of him through the jeans she was trying to get rid of.
Bal leapt off the bed and finished the job. With nothing but their underwear as a barrier, he climbed back on top of her, their bodies both straining towards each other.
Nayome hesitated as she reached for him. He was huge, his tight boxers leaving very little to the imagination. She felt a moment of doubt creep in through the fog in her mind. It had been so long, and he washuge…
“Nayome?” Bal asked gently as he kissed a line down her neck.
“Mhmm?” She asked, looking up at him, shyly.
Dipping his head down, Bal dropped a scorching kiss on her mouth that had her sighing a gentle moan into his lips, her nails digging into his shoulders. “If you want to stop, we can,” he said, raising his head so his lips were teasing hers, just out of reach as she strained up to meet him again.
“No. I want this. I want you,” Nayome breathed, not wanting him to stop, running her hands through his hair as he nibbled at her neck. “It’s just…you’re very big, I’m kind of nervous.”
“Oh, well we can go slow—aaah.” Bal’s sentence cut off mid way, as he trailed off in a moan. Nayome’s hand had slid down his chest, and had begun stroking him through his boxers.
“Nayome, stop,” Bal begged. “I can’t.”
Smiling up at him, she threaded her hands back through his hair.
