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By *oom Service OP Man 3 weeks ago
the Suite Spot between Laughter and Mischief |
The soft click of the door behind us felt like a seal on the moment we both knew was coming. In the privacy of that dimly lit room, it was just you and me, Jess.
Your body was trembling with anticipation, your eyes full of heat and sheer lust, and I could feel the weight of your desire pressing against me like a tangible force.
I stepped closer, taking my time, savoring the sight of you. Your breath was uneven, shallow, and I could see your chest rising and falling as you tried to contain the storm of emotions and sensations building inside you.
My fingertips traced along your arm, up to your shoulder, before slipping to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer to me once more. My touch alone sends a shiver down your spine and straight to your dripping cunt. You melted into my touch, your lips parting in a soft gasp as I kissed you deeply, our tongues teasing and exploring with the kind of passion that promised so much more.
You were already wet, your body betraying just how much you wanted this—how much you wanted me. We’d been talking value this moment for weeks and it was finally here.
I was here right in front of you all grinned and smelling irresistible awakening and arousing all of your senses. As my lips left yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, you let out a low moan, your head tilting back, offering me more of your skin to claim.
“Kiran,” you whispered, your voice husky with need. “I’ve wanted this for so long…”
I smiled against your skin, my hands gliding down your body, feeling every curve, every tremor as your anticipation built to a fever pitch.
Slowly, I brought my hands to your hips, gripping them firmly before guiding you backward until the edge of the leather chaise caught you. You sank down onto it, eyes fixed on mine, filled with raw, unfiltered lust.
I knelt before you, my hands parting your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your dripping and wet pussy. You shuddered as I leaned in, my breath ghosting over your damp skin, teasing you, making you crave more.
My fingers lightly trailed up the inside of your thighs, stopping just shy of your pussy, and you squirmed in response, your hips instinctively lifting, seeking contact.
“Patience, Jess, patience” I murmured, my voice low, almost a growl. “I want to make this last…”
You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing, but the anticipation was clearly driving you mad.
And that’s when I moved. My fingers finally brushed against your pussy, feeling just how soaked you were. You moaned, your hips bucking against my hand as I gently parted your folds, circling your clit with just enough pressure to make you whimper.
“Kiran, please…” Your voice was breathless, a plea that I wasn’t going to ignore.
I pressed my fingers deeper, feeling the slick warmth of your arousal as I began to work you slowly, building you up. Your back arched, your hands gripping the edges of the chaise as you writhed beneath my touch, every movement sending shockwaves through your body.
You know what’s happening but didn’t know it was going to feel this good. I watched your face, the way your lips parted in a silent scream as your pleasure grew more intense with every passing second.
And then I paused, just for a moment, letting the anticipation hang thick in the air. I could see the need in your eyes, the desperation for what you knew was coming next. Fisting - it was your fantasy, it was going to become our reality and I was going to make it real. It was my promise and I don’t break my promises.
I started slowly, working one finger inside you, then two, my knuckles brushing against your slick walls as I stretched you, preparing you for more. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as you surrendered completely to the sensation.
My movements were deliberate, controlled, as I added another finger, then another, until you were taking the full breadth of my hand. The sight was as erotic as we had both imagined.
Your breath hitched as you felt the pressure intensify, your hips pushing down against my hand, eager, hungry for more. I pushed deeper, my wrist disappearing inside you, and the sheer tightness of your cunt made my cock throb with desire. You were soaking, dripping with arousal, your body responding to every inch of my hand as I filled you completely.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” you moaned, your voice thick with ecstasy. “Oh God, Kiran… more…don’t stop”
I could feel your walls tightening around me, clenching with every slow thrust as I started to work my hand in and out of you, building a rhythm. The sounds you made were pure, animalistic pleasure - deep moans and gasps that echoed off the walls.
I leaned in closer, my free hand finding your clit, circling it in time with my thrusts, sending you spiralling closer to the edge.
The heat radiating from you was unbelievable, the slickness of your cunt coating my hand as I fisted you with slow, deliberate movements, pushing you deeper into that intoxicating haze of pleasure. You were so unbelievably tight, your body quivering with every thrust, and I could feel you nearing the breaking point.
Your head lolled back, lips parted, gasping for air as your body shook with every movement. I could see the tension building in your thighs, the way your toes curled, the flush spreading across your skin, and I knew you were close. So fucking close.
“Jess,” I growled softly, my voice thick with lust. “I want to feel you come. I want to feel you explode around my hand.”
Your eyes flew open, locking with mine as your orgasm ripped through you. Your entire body convulsed, and your pussy clenched impossibly tight around my hand, pulling me deeper as you came.
“Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuck, I’m cuuummmming” The scream that tore from your throat was pure, raw pleasure, and I watched in awe as you surrendered completely to the overwhelming waves of ecstasy crashing over you.
Your body bucked and writhed as I continued to fist you through your orgasm, feeling every pulse, every tremor as you milked my hand. You were completely lost in the moment, your wetness dripping down my wrist as I slowly eased you down from the high.
Breathless, trembling, you collapsed back against the chaise, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to catch your breath. I gently withdrew my hand, watching as you shuddered one last time at the loss of contact.
Your eyes fluttered open, meeting mine, and the look of pure satisfaction on your face was enough to send a surge of pride through me.
“Fucking hell, Kiran,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and trembling. “That was… unreal.” |
