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My heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The opulence of the place was overwhelming, but there was something comforting about being in his world. He stood and held out his hand. Silently, I took it as he led me to the lounge room.
We sat together on the plush couch, watching the sunset from his window, sipping on champagne. His eyes never left mine as we talked about nothing and everything. His hands trailed softly down my arm, reminding me of his plans for the night.
Not that he needed to, because I had exactly the same plans for him.
Finally, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom.
The marble under my feet was cool and smooth, a stark contrast to the heat Cassius’ presence ignited within me. I just couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence that surrounded us. The soft lighting cast an intimate glow over the space, while the subtle scent of jasmine from the aromatherapy candles curled around us like an amorous whisper.
“Like what you see?” Cassius’s voice was rich with amusement, his eyes reflecting the candlelight and something more primal.
“Beautiful,” I breathed out, unsure if I meant the bathroom or the man before me. The room seemed designed for sin, with its elegant finishes and the Jacuzzi that promised untold pleasures.
“Wait until you feel it,” he murmured as he stepped behind me, his hands finding the hem of my dress. His fingers brushed my skin as he lifted the fabric, sending shivers down my spine. “Lift your arms for me, Mila.”
I obeyed, heart hammering in my chest as the fabric slid up and over my head, leaving me standing vulnerable and exposed in just my underwear. He disposed of his own clothing with an assertiveness that left little room for doubt; this was a man who took what he wanted. And right now, he wanted me.
“Step into paradise,” he said, his hand extended toward the bubbling water.
Our gazes locked as I placed my hand in his, the promise of ecstasy making my pussy throb with anticipation. Gently, he guided me into the Jacuzzi, and the warm embrace of the water enveloped us both. The jets immediately went to work, massaging and teasing, ramping up the arousal that had been building since we entered the room.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Cassius asked, his voice low and husky, as he drew me closer to him.
“More than good,” I replied, unable to stop a moan from escaping my lips when his hands found my hips, pulling me onto his lap. The warmth of the water, the richness of his skin against mine—it was all so much, but not nearly enough.
“Look at you… my beautiful siren,” he whispered, and then his mouth was on mine, our lips crashing together in a fervent kiss that stole my breath away. Our tongues danced a passionate tango, exploring each other with a voracious hunger that left me dizzy with desire. His hands roamed my wet body, igniting fires wherever they touched, while I clung to his muscular form, lost in the sensation of being completely possessed.
“Your breasts are perfect,” he groaned against my mouth, his hands cupping them, thumbs teasing my nipples into hard peaks.
“Touch me, Cassius,” I panted, craving the feel of his fingers inside me. My hands glided over his slick, hard chest, tracing the lines of his abs before venturing lower to grasp his thick, ready cock. It pulsed in my hand, and I reveled in the power I wielded over this man who could have anyone, yet chose me.
“Fuck, Mila. Your cunt is going to be the death of me,” he cursed as one hand slid down between us, his fingers delving into the folds of my desire. The first touch of his finger against my clit sent a shockwave through me, and I bucked against him, desperate for more.
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. Each movement sent bubbles cascading around us, a playful testament to the fierce joining of our bodies. This wasn’t just sex; it was a claiming—a fusion of lust and need that transcended the physical.
The emotional current that swirled between us was as potent as the heated water enveloping our bodies. I felt cherished in a way that was entirely new, bathed not just in warmth but in Cassius’ unwavering attention. Every stroke of his hand, every gaze that locked with mine spoke of a bond that went beyond the carnal pleasure we shared—it was a silent declaration that I mattered, that I was valued.
“Being with you…it’s more than I ever imagined,” I confessed amidst the ripples.
He responded not with words, but by pulling me closer, sealing my declaration with a kiss that promised infinity in its depths. As we left the sanctuary of the jacuzzi, the steam clung to us like a lover’s caress, unwilling to let go. We wrapped ourselves in robes, plush and comforting against our sensitized skin, and made our way to the realm of satin sheets and whispered confessions—the bedroom.
“Look at me, Mila,” Cassius murmured as we stood toe to toe, the fabric of our robes brushing together in a soft whisper. His thumb traced the line of my jaw gently, reverently, before tilting my face up to his. “I want to make love to you. I need to feel every inch of your body against mine.”
His husky voice vibrated through me, sending shivers down my spine that settled as an ache between my thighs. Our eyes locked, and I saw the truth of his words reflected there, raw and unguarded.
“Then take me,” I breathed, the robe falling from my shoulders without protest.
Our lips met again with a hunger that was all-consuming. The brush of his lips against mine was the spark, but it was the firm press of his body against me that ignited the flame. My hands roamed across the expanse of his back, tracing each muscle, each dip and curve, until they found purchase on his firm ass, pulling him closer, urging him on.
His hands were just as busy, exploring the wet silk of my hair before traveling lower, over the slope of my breasts, down to where heat radiated from my core. He parted my legs with a nudge of his knee, and I moaned as his fingers slipped easily between my slick folds to circle my clit with a tantalizing rhythm.
“Your pussy is so wet for me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust as his fingers teased me closer to the brink.
“Only for you,” I managed to gasp out, my hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with the movements of his hand on me. It was thick and hard, a testament to his own desire, and I relished in the feel of him, hot and pulsing in my grasp.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, capturing my mouth in another searing kiss as we lost ourselves in the dance of give and take, push and pull, two bodies moving together towards the same inevitable conclusion.
“Make me yours, Cassius,” I pleaded when we finally broke apart, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us.
