Hot Surprise

Mariana

I think I will cum just from the kiss of that thick, and delicious guy, who was driving me completely crazy and who also managed to cloud all my rationality.

I couldn't give myself away like that, but the man is provocative, he makes me soft and horny, and he has a grip that I'm not being able to resist.

I need to hold on to his neck so I don't start taking off the clothes of that cocky jerk, but Ethan already starts doing that with mine, and I, madly, help him.

Soon I'm completely exposed to those naughty eyes, which are judging me with visible pleasure, and I think about wiping that cynical smile off his mouth, but again she's in mine, devouring me.

We kiss painfully, pulling away only when strictly necessary so that Ethan can get rid of his clothes as well.

When Ethan pushes me toward my bed, I begin to think seriously about it, doubting that it fits the two of us together, after all, Ethan is a really big man, I think mischievously, remembering the hard bulge against my intimacy.

"Damn it, Mariana!" Ethan curses, as he tries to cram himself into something that clearly doesn't fit him, namely the bed, because I was more than willing.

I tried not to laugh at the scene, with Ethan totally out of proportion to the piece of furniture, but it wasn't possible, as Ethan's face was hilarious as he stared at the small bed and then at me.

"Don't laugh!" He commands, running his hand over his face as if wiping away a non-existent sweat.

I do the exact opposite, but soon remember my aunt, a few feet away from us across the hall, and cover my mouth with my hand.

Ethan frowns at me, but gets up from the bed, grabbing me again, but not keeping our bodies facing each other, and leaves me with my back to him, which makes me stop laughing at the same instant.

"I'm not here to play games, Mariana," his voice is husky now, and manages to give me goosebumps.

His body is again glued to mine, but this time, the big bulge is meeting my buttocks, which makes me horny again, something I mentally recriminate myself for.

I shouldn't be so easy like that, but my cheating body didn't seem to think the same way.

I felt Ethan's hands hold me by the sides of my body, his mouth now on my neck, beginning to distribute kisses all over that region, which soon became little maddening bites.

"I want you... now," he warned, and as he rubbed the volume between the pulps of my ass.

I felt my heart speed up, the beats are uncontrolled in my chest, as a chill formed in my stomach, as well as wetness between my legs.

I was still in my panties, Ethan had already removed the sweatshirt and pants from my pajamas, and he was still in his underwear, a disturbing white boxer shorts.

I held the side of it up, hinting at what I wanted, but he did nothing about it, still working his mouth down my body, now lifting my hair and kissing the back of my neck.

"Ethan," I spoke his name urgently, not even feeling like I was doing it, but I wanted...more.

He seemed to understand what I needed, and I noticed him removing the garment, but without moving a minute away from me, and then his hands were on my panties, lowering them down my legs.

His hand was now at my slit, completely moist at this point, and I felt a shiver of apprehension at that moment.

"Is there a problem? "Ethan asked, kissing my ear, and putting his lobe to his mouth.

I can't say anything in response, forgetting about anything else, as I feel an insistent throbbing between my legs, discovering how sensitive I am to what he was doing next to my ear.

His hands were all over my body again, squeezing my breasts, feeling my ass, his fingers on the sensitive spot, near my entrance.

When I felt him slowly penetrate me with one finger, while the other continued to move on my clit, I was completely breathless.

" Ethan... " my voice is just a moan now " Ethan…”

" Yes? " he asks hoarsely, whispering close to my ear " Say what you want... I want to hear it.”

He is cruel, for I did not feel in a position to speak, but he wanted me to beg, for sure. Instead, I put my hand between us, holding his erect, and huge member, but I don't feel afraid, quite the opposite. I desire him, completely inside me.

"Mariana..." it was Ethan's turn to moan, as he felt my hand gently squeeze his member " You want to drive me crazy, girl!"

The position didn't let me do anything but hold on, but to be honest, my little experience wouldn't help me beyond that, either, and I fervently hoped Ethan would take action now because I didn't want to wait any longer.

He wasted no time, really, making me put my arms on the bed, and thrust my ass toward him, which brought me a mixture of horror and despair.

"No!" I tried not to scream, but I'm sure I spoke louder than I would have liked, "Not like that..." I explained what I wanted.

I straightened my posture, facing a confused and serious Ethan, and before he could come to the conclusion that I'd given up after all that grabbing, I hugged him, putting my hands back on his neck.

"Let's lie down," I suggested, taking the initiative to kiss him and touch his mouth with mine.

He stared at me, his brow furrowed, but he didn't really look upset, maybe just confused.

"How do you expect us to do this? " he asked, really interested.

" I'll show you."

In front of an attentive Ethan, I simply pulled the mattress from my bed to the floor, lay down on it, and smiled at the perplexed face of the man-shaped monument standing before me.

"On the floor, Mariana? I refuse to do something like that! " The man seems determined not to do that, even crossing his arms in front of his chest.

I do something simple, yet quite audacious, and see Ethan's expression change completely: I spread my legs apart, becoming fully exposed to his eyes.

"You're a bad girl," he says, a deep sigh coming from his lips.