A gold breeze caressed them like the warmth of summer, and her lips kissed him passionately, her palms pulling his face closer.
They softly hummed together, in between their lips, a melody reaching each of their hearts, which made their lips eager and tighter.
Intensity of their desires for each other grew, their bodies soaking with sweat.
Her tongue danced and slipped into his mouth. His eyes half unbolted, looked at her for a second before they dived back into the harmony of her tongue dancing with his, sticky and slimy.
Her fingers slipped into his strands, her breasts tightly squeezed to his chest. He breathed into her mouth and drooled, saliva seeping down the corner of his lips, when suddenly she pulled out her tongue and breathed upon his lips, her eyes dark and heavy on him.
"I want to do something." She whispered with a purr under her throat, her heart about to explode.
His eyes fluttered, he licked his soaking lips, and nodded, his tone low. "Anything you want."
A surge rushed through her veins, and she stood up, seized his wrist, and drove him into their bedroom, leaving the platter of fruits untouched on the mat, oranges glimmering into the sunlight.
A gentle thud onto the mattress, and he was pressing his hands onto it, his body shaken and his eyes glued to her, standing between him and the door.
"Take off your clothes." She demanded, her tone hushed as if she was swallowing the real words she wanted to utter.
His eyes sensitively flickered again. He nodded and gradually took every piece of clothing from his skin, his eyes on the ground, his hands on his thighs, and his heart bashful.
Her skin crawled at the sight of his tender posture and like in a trance her hands moved to cup his cheeks.
She could hardly digest his beauty: his glowing pale skin, his bashful black eyes, messy black hair, his sturdy arms and body. He was created for her. Only for her.
A perfect match.
Her thumbs caressed the softness of his cheeks as she sat upon his thighs, wrapping her legs around and her lips kissed him, unable to stay ununited.
A gentle action, she wrapped her arms around his head, and caught him in a daze, kissing him with a never ending craving.
He felt himself melting. He knew she was going to perform another act which would take him by astonishment, but he had not seen it coming the second day.
She had really been concealing her desires. How could she?
Her lips breathed into his and his lips, merely answered, mellowed in the trance of her passion.
The kiss was delicate, slow but intense. The type of kiss which would shrink one's soul and then fill it up with so much of everything that one would want to vanish and exist at the same time.
A quick departure and her lips were hovering over his, her eyes staring at him like he was the center of her universe.
He truly was. She wanted to do everything to him: from loving him to making him cry from pleasure. She loved him like no other love.
A love so different and special.
She sat him against the headboard and seated herself in between his thick legs, her palms massaging his bulky thighs.
"How are you feeling?" She questioned, making sure he was in a state of calmness, even when it was impossible.
"Hot." As expected, a raspy answer escaped his lips, his eyes following her fingers warming up to his crotch.
"You want to know what I'm going to do?" She asked.
He nodded, his eyes set at her as if he was looking at the painting drawn by an anonymous person.
"Um." She gulped down dry saliva, adding, "I'm going to stroke you." Nervousness dripped through her eyes, her touch and her tone.
He sensed it. Right into his nerves. He could see her thoughts were to be the killer of her confidence.
He was right. She needed his poise and acceptance to go on. To fulfil her desires.
"I – I told you – you can do anything." He grasped her palm giving it a gentle squeeze of trust and her heart was swarmed with the warmth she so badly required.
A breath entered her lungs and shunned her tethering mind. No longer, her mind was pushing her to the road of doubt.
Her eyes softened, not the kind where the lover feels a surge of love for his or her partner. It was the softening of the kind where confidence takes over.
"Okay." She said, and stood up from the bed to grasp the bottle of lubricant from the table drawer.
"I told you I'm going to stroke you." A gentle smile curled her lips, her eyes dark, while she flipped the cap of the lubricant. "But that's not all of it." She continued and squeezed her fingers around the tube, the lubricant seeping on to the tip of his cock.
There she was. The woman, full of confidence and boldness. The woman, who had captivated him at first glance. The woman, who he would fall for over and over again. Without regret.
A slight icy shock. He flinched and closed his eyes, comforting himself in the center of the pool of pillows. She always loved having many pillows. Now he understood why.
The lubricant soaked his dick, unscattered on some parts, but not for too long for her fingers made sure the lubricant was kissing every inch of his cock.
Her fingers massaged his cock, making sure they were covering every inch of it with the lubricant, sending the deep jolts into his stomach.
Soft, tingling and lingering touch. A touch that can electrify senses and burn them into nothingness.
"It feels nice, right?" She questioned, her tone gentle and soothing to his ears. But provoking, to his body.
He nodded, and opened his eyes to her, biting his lips.
She hadn't even started yet and here he was losing himself in the pool of her eyes and in the gentle touch of her fingers around his cock.
END OF THE CHAPTER
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