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We swayed, lost in our own little world, as he grazed my neck with his lips. It was a brush first, then another, before his warm tongue darted out, teasing my skin. “Cara …”
His hardness sat against my ass, and he made sure I felt it each time we rocked our hips. He rubbed the side of my thigh as he breathed down on my neck. My skin was so sensitive that, in no time, he already had me panting.
He then spun me around to face him, parting my thighs before he hooked my left leg over his thigh as he rubbed his hardness against my heat. Our dancing continued, both focused on the friction that our bodies created, as Juan began to gradually direct us towards the inside of the cover, hiding us from the passing crowd.
His eyes bore on mine, devouring me. “This is how I have been ever since I met you. Hard and aching … for you, cariña.” He made his point known as he shoved his burgeoning member against my covered mound. He felt good. Too good.
“I’m not having sex with you. I like the foreplay, but I’m never having sex with you,” I whispered in his ear, dead set on what I wanted. I might have been high and drunk, but my mind still managed to function.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled me closer against his hard-on. He sought between my thighs before he groaned appreciatively. “Always so wet …”
His ministration sent spasms all over me before he nudged my thong to the side.
I clung to him as his middle finger rubbed my clit. Each stroke felt like an orgasm. It drove me wild with need before hell broke loose.
Juan pivoted us farther into darkness as he pushed me against a wall covered with hanging plants. It was so dark, and all I could feel was him.
Pulling his zipper down, Juan freed his member before he purposely lodged it between my thighs. He measured it enough so when he rolled his hips, the tip would hit my nub. He nibbled on my earlobe as he began to fuck my clit.
“Cara, I want you so much.”
I wanted him, too, but not enough to go all the way.
“This is the farthest we can go,” I panted out. “If you try anything else, I’m going to stop you.”
“Okay, cariña,” he groaned as he fucked my nub harder, picking up pace. This went on for what seemed like forever, and I came several times over the head of his dick.
The beautiful high began to shift. All the good feeling I had became warped. My world spun as I clung to Juan, who was still engaged in my clit.
“Stop … stop! I’m getting so dizzy. I feel sick.” I needed water. “I’m thirsty. I don’t feel too good.” Fear began to unfurl when I found that I couldn’t control my body. The bright colors had darkened to black and crimson.
“Let me take you upstairs,” He offered as he zipped himself up before guiding me out of the cove and out of the party scene in the garden.
When I tried to open my eyes, the leaves were too enlarged, the roses too magnified. I felt weightless, the floating effect more severe than before. Then I saw eyes—red, bloodshot eyes that followed me everywhere. From then on, I closed them while Juan guided me blind, too terrified to do anything else other than breathe.
It seemed as though it took us forever until we finally reached my bedroom. It was dark when Juan led me towards the bed. He carefully laid me down before he took my stilettos off.
My body felt heavy. Lifting a hand took a lot of effort.
“I need water,” I desperately croaked out, choking on my dry cottonmouth.
It took Juan a couple minutes or so until he reached my side and opened the bottle of water he had previously gotten me. He had to help me up before placing the opening on my lips. The wave of cold water in my mouth was the best thing I’d ever tasted.”
Thank you,” I murmured as he withdrew it and placed the bottle on the side table. I found it difficult to even speak, let alone make my voice louder. Everything took effort. It was strenuous, a painstaking struggle to do anything at all.
Going in and out of consciousness, I didn’t feel Juan until I felt him between my thighs, heavily panting against my groin. “I’m going to make you feel good,” he promised as his hand nudged my thong to the side before I felt his hot breath, then he began to lick my slit.
A weak, strangled groan escaped my lips. It felt good for a while, until panic seized me and those wretched evil crimson eyes appeared before me, terrorizing me once more.
“No, please, stop. I don’t want this,” I faintly cried out. All I wanted was to curl up and sleep this one out.
“Relax, cariña,” he whispered against my pussy, warm breath teasing my skin before he dipped his tongue into my labia, lapping the wetness his ministration created.
His fingers were next. I whimpered in vain, torn between the good feeling and the fear that gripped me.
“Cara …” I heard him before I felt his cock between my pussy lips, running it up and down.
“No … please … don’t … no sex,” I sobbed, the weakness in my voice barely heard. “No sex … please.” The room was in complete silence. I was sure Juan could hear me fine, but he was past restraint and self-control. My wishes mattered not. Juan was rabid, delirious, and loving the shift of power between us.
