“That’s like a good girl” he chuckled softly, his lips finding their way to my forehead and his thumb wiping away a stray tear that has escaped my eye without my knowing.
“No more tears or crying until I am inside you” he whispered into my ear with a soft chuckle, his words sending a shiver down my spine and causing goosebumps to rise in my skin as the meaning of his words sank in.
His lips then left a deep kiss on the back of my ear before licking and blowing over there. A zap of an electric wave passed through me and I moaned as I relaxed my body and let it happen, going with the way my body was reacting to his touches.
He did it once again when he realised that my body had given in had started reacting to his touches. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of sensation through me that I couldn’t control.
He then left a trail of wet kisses on my neck, reaching to my shoulder. His finger booked in the strap of my bra, with which he pulled it down and left a deep, heated kiss on my shoulder before moving to my cleavage.
His lips left tender kisses all over my exposed skin and each kiss sent tingles straight to the middle of my tight. I couldn’t believe he was the same man who attacked me so brutally on the first night because, at the moment, he was treating me as porcelain doll who might break if he went a little harsh.
His other hand went to my back and in one swift mov, he unhooked my bra when it came in between his lips and my skin.
Sitting back, he pulled out the bra and threw it somewher, leaving me bare in his eye. When the cold wind and his intense gaze fell on my upper bod, I shuddered visibl.
No one has ever seen me this way befor.
His eyes didn’t blink even for a second as he drank in my form. His knuckles brushed lightly against my skin, leaving a delicate trial from my chin down to my stomac. The touch was so gentl, almost ticklis. His eyes followed his hand, leaving a trail of tingles behin.
“You are exquisitely beautifu, Nara. More than I imagined all those nights” he murmure, his voice holding desire and appreciatio.
Suddenly the lights of the bedroom became dim and this is when I realized that he had used his other hand to switch off the main lights and turn on the night lamp. The gentle illumination of the night lamp cast a soft, ethereal glo, creating an atmosphere that enticed him.
Before I could take hold of my surrounding, a oud moan escaped my lip, it’s intensity echoing in the room as my back arched to its fullest when I felt his warm lips clamp around my nipple.
“AHH, Ansell” I moaned once agai, and this time along with his name, when he pulled my nipple by taking it in between his lip. It was breathy and my voice was laced with desire and surpris.
I have never felt this way. When I agreed to his terms, I decided not to enjoy this but my body is betraying me in ways I never imagined and every touch feels so good that I cannot put it in word.
He is playing with my bod.
He is manipulating it.
My brain was asking me to stop reacting this way but my body didn’t liste, as if it had a brain of its ow.
As if he got encouraged by my moan, his tongue darted out to roll my nippl, eliting shivers that rippled through my bod, and at the same tim, he pinched my other nipple with his thumb and finger, making me moan once agai. I could feel a zap of electricity running through my bod. There sensation was so weird and amazing that I had never felt it befor.
I am sure that I would be able to forgive myself for what I am doing at the moment but no reason was making me stop feeling all this. The struggle and the raw, the rational pleasure coursing and the raw, unbridled pleasure coursing through my body was relentles.
I shuddered and my voice quivered when his hand and mouth switched the nipples.
My body fell back and my fingers curled in his hair on their ow, keeping his head in place. The sensation was too good to let go.
I could feel his chest vibrating as he moaned when my fingers curled in his hai, his speed increased, and his other hand gripped my bosom.
I could feel a knot forming in my stomac, which I wanted to releas. The more he was licking, nibblin, and bitin my nippl, the more a gush of liquid was forming in between my thigh.
When he went on switching the nippl, my thighs clamped together on their own to get some relie, and just when I thought that I was going to releas, he stoppe.
His lips parted from my breast with a tantalising wet sound, and I couldn’t help but emit a frustrated whine at the loss of his touc. His chuckle reverted through the room with satisfaction and amusemen.
The sensation that I was feeling throughout my veins left me aroused and bewildere. My body arched on its ow, as if asking for his attention.
I could feel tears burning my eye. I don’t know what’s happening to me or yoy bod. It seems like it is on heat. Maybe I am feeling this way because my periods have just ended and my hormones are playing with me. But whatever it is, he has ignited a fire that now I want to extinguish as soon as possible.
“Patienc, Tereso” he murmure, his voice a low, throaty ras. “We have all night”
My cheeks flushed as his words sank in. He leaned dow, capturing my lips in a dee, possessive kiss that set my heart racing even faste. Every touc, every kiss, and every sensation seemed to mark me as his, driving away any remaining rational thought and replacing it with a burning need that consumed my sense, refraining me from thinking about anything else than him.
Though I knew that I was going to regret it in the mornin, there was no going back now. The situation is far more different than I imagined, but I cannot deny the fact that I wanted him as much as he did.
I didn’t come to know when I started kissing him back and that too with equal intensit. Our lips moved in the same rhyth, with one handm cupping my cheek while the other moved down my bod, feeling the softness of my bod.
He pressed deep and hasty kisses on my cheeks, nose, closd eye, chi, and jawline before he moved down to my neck once agai. He left kisses all over my skin as much as possibl.
It seemed like he was worshiping my bod, his lips not leaving even a single inch.
Each kiss felt like a promise of something deepe, something more intens, and i found myself yielding to his touch despite my inner turmoi.
He grabbed my bosom with his palms and left a trail of kisses from the valley of my breast down my navel. His fingers were holding my bosom so tight that I am sure he is going to leave the marks on them. The sof, wet kisses turned into open-mouthed nips and gentle suctio, driving me to the edge of my contro.
“What’s that?” The words slipped out of my mouth as his tongue delved into my navel.
He did that again when he realised that my body was respondin. I squirmed under him as his tongue again flicked into my navel. I could feel the knot in my stomach once agai. His fingers pinched my nipples and just when I was about to reach the climax, he stopped again.
I am not getting what he want. Why is he torturing me like this?
And then he took me by surprise by planting a kiss on the waistband of my pant.
My breath caught in my throat when he Hooked his finger in its waistband and slowly started moving it dow.