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She places her wine glass on the coffee table and pretends to tuck her hair behind her ears again.
I move from my chair to beside her. She turns her body toward me, gradually accepting the idea of me sitting next to her with nothing but a navy blue towel on.
Tired of the bantering, I slide my right hand across her soft left cheek, directing her face toward mine. Her flesh is moist and hot as if depleted from burying her burning desires under her skin. I inch my mouth toward hers, and she willingly accepts it, opening hers as if on cue. Her tongue and mine mend together in deep fluidity, discovering every bit of the other’s mouth like an explorer on a passionate mission. And, god, she feels divine.
I encase her face with both hands as she places her left hand on my jawline. She’s been eyeing it since she laid eyes on me. It’s done a great job turning her on, but not as much as feeling my tongue lose all control inside her mouth.
Her hand falls from my jawline and grips my shoulder, signaling it’s okay to go further. In dire hunger to do so, I let my right-hand tug at her waist, pulling her nearer, but there’s no way for her to go unless I take over or she does.
I do.
Our wet mouths refuse to pull from each other as I press my weight against hers, easing her back onto the couch. My towel may come undone, but not now, not yet. It stays in place, although my cock jabs at her silk pajamas.
She moans inside my mouth as I’m already planning how to get her other lips in my mouth. Does she even want that right now? I do. The thank you I want to give her is an orgasm, somehow, in some way. I refuse to bite down any more tension, and the thought of releasing hers is sufficient enough for me to release mine.
I take to her neck as her hands clamp down on my triceps before one of them slides down the crease of my back in a thorough caress. I nip at her neck, kiss it, and chew a little. I’m overwhelming her as her legs wrap around my lower torso. She clings onto me for dear life. She’s got me in a snug grip. I wish I could freeze this moment.
The buttons of her silky pajama top are begging to be undone. I undo the very top few, and I’m greeted with a lacy nude bra that exposes her stunning areolas, which are a couple of shades lighter than her hair. Italian and Russian, does it get better than this? Her nipples feel like little pieces of rubber against my chest. I lift my head to roughly kiss and pull at her thick lips. Groping her right hip, my mouth slides down to her collarbone and now the fleshy top of her boobs.
¨God,¨ she hollers out.
My hand moves from her hip to cupping her pretty mouth. Shushing her moans isn’t what I want to do. I prefer to move her to a room, but this throbbing feeling tied to these motions is too delicious to stop. I don’t want to stop as I pull down her bra, her fleshy hills spill out, and I take them both, one at a time, into my mouth. The other one receives rubs and pushes from my hand as it feels like I need to do all I can with limited time.
My towel comes undone...on its own. It falls onto Nadia like a blanket shielding her from my sheer nakedness. As if I am the problem or as if I am too much. I wonder. I do. I wonder if she thinks the same, but I trust she will use her voice.
I feel her eyes. They are watching me salivate over each of her boobs. She lifts her head back in a wild tilt as my hand slides down outside her pajama pants. It rests in a secret wet spot that is totally covered but tender and damp.
¨Can I touch it?¨
¨Please.¨ She whimpers in a begging whisper.
Slipping my hand between her panties and her flesh, I invite my fingers into her slick wetness, which makes me release a grunt.Dear God, she feels like warm pudding. I slide my index finger inside, down and deep. Biting her lip, she moans, lifting herself up an inch, physically asking me to add more. I do. My middle finger joins, only to discover how firm and tight she is. She hasn’t been touched for some time, so it feels. Her tightness is gooey as it is strict.
My cock jabs at the inside of her left thigh as I position myself to watch her face twist. Her mouth gasps. Those pretty hazel eyes seesaw between open and close. I stroke my fingers in and out as she pushes her pajama bottoms further down, blessing my eyes with the view of seeing the beauty my hand is exploring. Rapid and splintering heat creeps through my veins as if the joy I’m giving her gives me a bit of pain. I’m feeling all the feels as it’s apparent how complex this wet beauty I’m stroking is. Magical. She moans. Louder.
¨Shush.¨ I warn her.
She listens, replacing the release her moans give her by locking her fingernails onto my biceps. Flinching, my fingers go harder and deeper while my dick jabs at her thigh.
¨Am I letting my guard down enough for you, huh?” I ask her close to her ear. I peck at her ear, stroking my tongue along its cartilage.
¨Now…cum for me, Nadia.¨
This command does it for her. The wetness between her legs intensifies, spreading over my fingers and into my palm like a mini waterfall. I take her wetness, and I wipe it on my cock. Staring into her beautiful eyes, I stroke myself five times with her cum as my lubricant. It’s all I need to release myself. Right in between her thighs. She squeezes her thighs together, preventing my cum from spilling entirely on the sofa. I know I can be uptight about my cleanliness, and I believe her response is from that. But I don’t mind my furniture being marked by us. Instead, a mini creek of our love is formed between her legs.
¨Next time.¨ I bend down to kiss her mouth. ¨Next time, I’ll give you more.¨
¨Please.¨ is all she says.
Chapter 7
Nadia
Whatjusthappened?
Honestly, now isn’t the time to make more out of it. My body alone knows what happened; it caved into its needs. No need for philosophy here. My analytical mind ought to take the backseat.
But it’s hard to cast aside my internal judgment. I guess what Joaquin said earlier about other ´s perceptions can be applied to my own perception.
