One night stand
The Air was heavy, the night was cold. Everything was blurry, Shania's body tensed, wavering as a yearning rushed up her chest. A craving she had never felt before. Her lashes half lowered, and there was a faint, intent pull between her fine brows, she wanted what he was giving her, she wanted the tension and torture and solace. The craving had brought a haze of perspiration over the surface of her skin until the fragrance of roses heightened and attained a glimmer of musk, so remarkably arousing and satisfying
It was just a night and nothing else. She would let this one pass, give herself to the man pleasuring her. it wasn't a crime no, after this she wouldn't see him. Despite the voices in her head screaming BIG mistakes. She wanted a taste of the handsome man, his refined lean body was on her. Touching him quench her thirst
His mouth was hot and demanding. Eating away her p***y with need. Every strike of his tongue on her wet entrance had Shania rocking her hips upwards
Groaning in need. She couldn't hold herself. His ruthless suckage caused her to prompt on her elbows, biting her lower lip hard so that she could taste the metallic liquid dripping down
"Oh god, ahh…mmm," the pleasure was too much to handle. He seemed encouraged by her response. By the torment, he was raining on her. His grip on her hips tightened as he dragged her to the edge of the bed until her legs wrapped around his neck. Like a fool, she squeezed his face as he took her again. Lapping on her juices. His tongue was moist and stiff
The artful work had her squirming, running out of breath as a wave of orgasm washed over her, hitting her like the wave of an ocean which soothed her aches and rendered her useless altogether
Setting her down on the mattress, her hands reached for his head and fisted his hair. She dragged him down to have more. The delirious and ecstatic feeling lasted for a while pinning her down that when he free her
Shania was whimpering, gasping for air as her dry lips trembled. Teeth chattering at the intensity
She thought he was done but the man was just getting started. He loved toying with his prey before he jumped into the deed. The need to take her clouded his mind. However, he could rush things. She was too beautiful, just the feel of her luscious body against his made his c**k hard. Throbbed with blood rushing through him,
Shania was just recovering from the sensation when he dragged her delicate body upwards, the feel of his hard shaft poking her inner thighs nearly slipping into her wet entrance. A shiver rushed through her, he sort of her mouth and kissed her with hungering need. Seeping his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. Exploring her and finding the deepest spot made her whimper. Sliding his hand down, he ran his hand over her mound, slowly toying with her, parting her wet folds with his fingers. She shivered against his mouth when he ran his thumb over her swollen clit, he knew she was going crazy because she deepened the kiss even more. Biting and nibbling his mouth. Her hands touched the pleated muscles of his body with need until she reached his buttocks and pressed him down. Slipping his fingers inside her, his touch prodding and careful. Her body relaxed and welcomed him. Kissing her throat, he caught the tremor of every moan against his lips. A swoon, melodic clenching began around his knuckles as he shoved his fingers in her so gently, killing her within
Shania spread her legs even more. Such euphoria, such desires she had never felt at just a touch of a man. Adding another finger the man thrust in deeply, every time she took them to the hilt, he let the heel of his hand brush her discreetly. She panted and began to lift upward continually. Wanting more and more. The heat rising in her chest was intolerable. She wanted him inside her
Pleasuring her. Doing indescribable things to her
She didn't care! Her brain registered, shouting in excitement. This felt like heaven. To be opened and satisfied
She felt another wave of orgasm wavering, her lips parted when he sucked on her breasts while he fingers her. Giving her his all. She could wait as she slipped her hand sown, brushing a little against his abs when she cupped his c**k, hot and hard with veins popping out. A hiss came from the man as he bit down her nipple. The pain was a pleasure, she stroked him a little. He groaned in need. The effect was tormenting. He left her breast
But she was determined, her grip insistent, and somewhere amid his groans and pants He hoisted her, adjusted her hips, and halted as he strived for a model of discretion.
He slapped her hand away when she started rubbing her thumb over the tip of his shaft and he spread her legs wider and positioned himself at her entrance. The raw breeze made her shiver. But she didn't mind. All she wanted was to be filled, to be taken until there was nothing left of her.
Shania squirmed helplessly as she felt the incremental pressure of his entry, torturously slow, infuriating, thick, sweet.
He panted, hanging over her, she hissed agonizingly. There was a low cry from her, a sudden realization by both but it was ignored. The pleasure was the main adjective, he plunged into her, stretching her with his huge c**k until he was buried to a hilt. He was shaken, stiffened and sweating as if there was a fire burning within him eating him from inside.
Shania's eyes closed. Welcoming the bulging meat inside her. Her arms slid around his neck, and she pressed kisses on his cheek, neck, and ear, everywhere she could reach. Her body held him tightly down below.
He groaned in pleasure and swelled into her, alert to every slight reaction, lingering when it pleased her, thrusting deeper when she lifted, every slow descent tamping more sensation inside her. She let her hands glide over his sleek, curving muscular back, the burning silk of his skin, loving the feel of him.
Following the long curves of muscle, she went lower until her palms rubbed circles over the tight curls of his backside. His response was electric, his thrusts turning more forceful, a quiet grunt breaking out of his throat. He liked that Shania was solely occupied with him. She didn't know the many ways to be pleased by a man, the feeling was irresistible, but the accumulating satisfaction reached a tipping feeling and began to flood powerfully, weakening her, drowning all thinking.
Her body clasped him in powerful spasms, squeezing release, heaving it from him, another climax took over her as she clenched around him. He let out an intense cry and plunged into her with the final thrust, quivering violently. It was indescribably relieving to feel his climax inside her, his body powerful and yet susceptible in that utmost minute. And better nonetheless to have him ease into her arms, his head dropping on her soft shoulder. Here was the closeness she had always craved but never felt whenever a man came close to her, but why, she shook her head clouded with euphoria, the room was utterly silent if not for the sounds of heavy breathing, Shania's gaze was turning blurry. Sleep threatened to consume her. She thought the man on top of her had passed out but when she felt him hardening inside her. Fear washed over her
"I'm not done, little insect," he groaned as he pulled out completely and rammed back in viciously, Shania's eyes watered at the pain but she found herself welcoming everything the man threw at her.
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When Shania woke up the next morning, she found herself in a strange bed naked and wrapped in white linens. Her heart skipped a beat as the recollection of the last events flashed before her eyes, jerking up, and her hands reached for her hair.
"Oh no," she wasn't wearing a mask. Fear resided in her heart, panicking as she gathered the sheets around herself. But where was the jerk who happened to use her when she was at her most vulnerable state. The room was empty, glancing around. She found a note stuck to her arm. Prying it away, Shania brought it up to her face and some words were written on it ("the little butterfly can do better'') she read and anger boiled within her.
