(Arata)
Sex toys? I had a tallic gold shaded vibrator Andy and I used to play with but that was the extent of our sexual journey in that departnt.
Did they excite ?
Hell, yes.
Did I want to try them with a stranger?
Why not? But I was seeking pleasure not pain, I had no clue what he had in mind.
"I agree with your rules and what kind are we talking about? Not sothing painful, though," I inford him clearly as his palm coasted over my breasts; excitent ran like electricity in my veins.
His throaty laugh made my hands squirm in my lap.
"What’s the aning of pleasure without a little pain? But don’t worry, just give yourself over to and have a little trust. You can always stop."
I was here to explore this kink of having sex with a handso stranger, so why not enjoy the experience fully?
"I give you permission." My voice trembled.
His nose rested in the crook of my neck; taking a deep whiff, he provocatively breathed.
"That’s what I am talking about, Curvy Rose."
Curvy Rose? That’s a nickna I had never heard before. It was cute and sexy at the sa ti.
Extracting his hands he grabbed my waist and adjusted as if I weighed nothing. My legs dangled on both sides of him as I straddled him now. My arms around his neck as he extracted sothing from his pocket and said.
"Close your eyes and just feel. Don’t think too much."
Taking a last look at his glowing eyes, I slowly closed mine. My heart was sprinting like a rabbit being chased by its predator.
So loud, the anticipation of what would happen had my mind reeling. I closed off all rationality and took his advice.
All I was going to do was feel.
Feel him.
Feel his hands doing sinful acts.
Feel his gorgeous body.
And most importantly feel his manhood throb inside .
Silk was wrapped around my eyes and bound behind my ears in a tight knot.
"It’s not too painful?"
I shook my head at his question.
Rustling sounds of his mask being swished off hit my ears and he placed my hands on his face.
Slight stubble pricked my fingers as I traced his face. The feeling I got was masculine, rough-hewn features, that scread of a tough and outdoorsy persona.
Hollowed cheeks and sharp contours, thanks to hundreds of hours he must spend in the gym. He just held my waist, slowly rubbing as my thumbs explored the sensitive skin under his eyes.
Soft and smooth as his eyelashes touched the tips of my thumbs.
I shifted to his lips; not only were they well-defined, but they were moist and smooth.
Made wonder what they would taste like.
Reading my mind, he tugged forward and I fell on his hard chest.
"Let’s give you a taste." He had removed the mask but the voice was still heavy, I wondered what he was using to change it.
Our lips combined and his hands glided into my hair.
"Ah...." the rest of my sudden moan was drowned into him.
Sensuous and bold, his lips were smooth as they grazed over mine.
He tasted like the fine wine we had just enjoyed and another distinctive taste I couldn’t place.
Pressing. Exploring. Kneading.
Thoroughly he took his ti as his strong hand fisted the hair at the base of my head and tilted it a smidge.
Not painful but commanding, manoeuvring it to his will.
My mouth gaped open at the sudden movent and like a stealthy serpent, his tongue sneaked in.
Wet and demanding, its roughness and invasion made my inner moist lips clench, painfully.
An ache I had never experienced began down there and spread like needy vines all over my body. Inciting goosebumps, pumping extra blood to my cheeks, coating my inner lips with milkiness.
Restlessness made my hips roll over him and I found his hardness under . Shafully I rubbed my leaking warmth over him.
Seeing agitated, he deepened the kiss, his tongue nudged forward, suppressing mine down and touching the back of my throat.
What was he trying to extract?
More moans?
He pulled my head back and angled it so he could reach even further.
What started as sensual had turned into demanding as he explored my mouth like a starved lover with undiluted domination.
The passion, the feeling had drowning as I held on with my nails digging into his hard stony back.
His lower body upped and his hardness grinded against my core.
I responded with fervour, giving into his domination, I let him take control.
Andy had kissed a million tis and none of his kisses could hold against this one I was experiencing with a stranger.
The feeling, the overpowering, the exhilaration, the way he was making my heart pound, the elent of surprise, the grinding, the pressure of his grip. It all amalgamated and made explode.
Our lips disconnected and I snatched another long breath, collapsing against his chest.
"One down, so many more to co," he chuckled against my hair. His nose nuzzling in them.
Was he taking in my scent?
I never knew soone could make cum with a kiss, fully clothed, I wonder what else he was capable of.
Or had my draught season been too long and I was just desperate?
His hands landed on my zipper and he slowly pulled it down.
Sliding my dress off my shoulders, he took his ti peeling it off my body and leaving in my lingerie.
I tried to imagine his expression as he stood up and his leather-clad hands glided over my exposed and unexposed skin.
"You chose blue for this too, What a stunning woman you are, Arata."
Sincere, his praises seed sincere as his hands wouldn’t stop rubbing my thick thighs and curvy waist.
"You don’t find fat?"
I blurted out, unable to stop myself and his hands instantly halted on my flesh.
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