He pulled his fingers slowly from my pussy and licked the juices from his fingers. “Put your hands above.” His eyes slowly drank in my exposed body. With my hands above my head and one leg spread to the side, I must have looked like a gift-wrapped snack. Well, open buffet, maybe.
His eyes soaked in my heaving chest, slowly grinding hips, trembling legs and drenched panties. I saw his eyes transfixed on the scene between my legs. I felt incredibly aroused and embarrassed by what was happening. I couldn’t believe I just caved and opened up my body to this man. For a fucking 1 year crush. I mean hell, my hands are still above my head. What am I thinking?
Just then, Steven’s eyes came back to mine, and he gave me the sexiest smile I had ever seen. It was the first time I had ever seen it, and that made me hold my breath in anticipation. He leaned in and held my chin to kiss me. This wasn’t one of those simple kisses, by the way. His hand left my leg and instead clasped my throat as the kiss deepened. His body sank between my thighs, and I used my open leg to wrap around him. Both his hands held my throat now, as his hips pressed into my centre.
My gasps for air only opened my mouth more fully to the assaults from his tongue. That just excited him more as his hips picked up a slight tempo. I groaned out, “More.” Letting him know the clothes between us can’t keep acting as a barrier for long. It was at that moment he remembered, for us, where we were. We were about to fuck like animals right out on the living room couch. My fantasy was domination, not exhibitionism, and it seems he wasn’t into sharing our time either.
Steven got up enough to look around but did not give too much space between us. I watched him mentally calculate the distance between the couch, the steps and the nearest room. I got tired of waiting for the seconds to pass as I tightened my hold on him.
If he wasn’t gonna move fast enough, maybe he needs to visualise the finish line. I dropped my arms and moved them to my side. Just as deftly, I slid my hand between us to rub against the rigid cock printed out through his shorts. Silly man. Even a mouse taunts the cat in the middle of the chase.
He tried to catch my hand before I threw him off balance, but I had already pulled the string and moved my hands inside to get a firm hold of his base. I heard a groan and looked up to see his jaw clenched and his eyes closed. He never saw it, but I smiled then.
I slowly ran my palm up against his shaft. He felt so thick. I could feel his vein pulsing. I rubbed my thumb against his tip to rub his precum around the head as I got to the tip. He jerked and looked down on me. He was greeted by my intense stare and me biting my bottom lip this time.
“Yea, fuck this.” Steven then pulled me in his arms, leaving me to keep one hand on his dick, the other around his shoulder, one leg hanging off and the other wrapped around his waist. He adjusted me only by throwing me upwards to catch me around my ass and carry me up to the stairs to his room.
If these villas’ doors weren’t made to be pushed open, I think Steven’s kick would have reversed engineered its flawed design. He held on to some resemblance of composure to tap his foot against the door to close it, but once we both heard the click of the door, I knew he would give me exactly what he promised in his eyes.
He turned us around then leaned me against the door. I had managed by this point to wrap my other leg around him, but my hands were still on his dick and shoulder. I felt like the mouse between a cat’s paws. A bird that fell on the ground and was unable to fly.
I felt afraid of this possibility and what it meant. He saw all the emotions playing across my face and waited for me to process them. He then ran his fingers so softly against my chin I thought I had imagined it until I reminded myself I was looking at him. He cupped the side of my face to then rub my cheek.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t ever want to hurt you. I am here for your pleasure and give it to you if you want, but my passion will be rough. It will hurt a little till the pleasure overpowers everything else; But know this passion is yours to have because you are the one raising it.”
To punctuate his point, his penis twitched, and we both looked down to see my hand still wrapped around him. I giggled to myself and looked back up to see his smouldering look turn to humour and laugh lines around his eyes.
Deep breath.
Steven leaned in and gave me that same deep kiss as before. As his lips began their slow but deliberate assault, I allowed my body the freedom it craved as a soft whimper escaped my lips. He ground his hips into mine as the answering call to my need. His hand tightened around my ass. Kneading my flesh. I gave his dick a reassuring squeeze then let go to hold on to his shoulders.
He moved us from the door to lay me down on the bed. Resting me on my back, he held me by my hips and pushed me further on the bed. My hands naturally fell to my sides to keep balance. As we stopped moving, his fingers grazed my cheek then ran over my bottom lip. He pulled at my lip as I opened my mouth to dart my tongue over his fingers.
I kept eye contact and held on to his wrist to keep his hand in place. I licked one of his fingers then slowly took it in my mouth. He smiled but bit his bottom lip to contain any thoughts or sounds he had to share.
We are going to have to change that.
I released his hand to slide myself further on the bed and make some distance. Keeping my eyes on his face, I pulled up my sundress to reveal the only thing left underneath; black cotton panties. Above my waist, he got a full view of my hard nipples and dark chocolate coloured areolas. He licked his lips as he kept staring at my breast.
I knew my bravado couldn’t last forever, so I moved farther on the bed to lean back against the villa’s pillowed headboards and spread my legs. I hope that move look much smoother than how I actually felt.
I needed to distract myself from my nervousness, but I also needed to get myself off before I burst. Stephen may not know it, but I’ve been harbouring very lustful thoughts for him. I’ve lost count of the number of times and orgasms I’ve had to bring myself to sleep.
And right now, he is here in front of me, watching my nerves reign havoc as it tells me to run, but I’m staying. I shifted my panties to the side to give him a clear view. A clear picture of me. My wetness, my want for him. I saw him take a deep breath as he sat back and watched.
I took one finger in my mouth and did a slow lick. No sucking; no speed. I just needed to get it wet. I closed my eyes and conjured up thoughts of it being him on my tongue. As I opened them again, I could see his dick raging hard and pushing against his shorts.
I moved my finger down and slipped it between my lips. A slow dive against my clit, my inner folds, then inside me. I was thoroughly drenched, and he could see my finger glisten as I moved it slowly in and out of me. Just two strokes, then I was back to my clit, giving her all my attention. I enjoyed having my clit played more, and I wished he had noticed.