Page 14 of Unexpectedly In Love

“I choose you,” I declare, my voice is soft and breathy. I cross the threshold and step into the darkened room heel to toe. The door closes slowly behind me, and the soft click of the door tells me I have passed the point of no return.

Silence engulfs the room. The only thing I could hear was my breathing. I lift my hands stretching to see if I can feel him. His large hand engulfs mine, as he guides me through the darken suite. He leads me down a dark expansive hallway with the clicking of our shoes’ echoes around us. We stop in front of a large door; he reaches out and opens it. Gently he pulls me into another room that is shrouded in darkness. There is a sound of the door closing behind me.

“Stand here” he instructs, positioning me by my waist. His touch leaves my body.

The light flickers only to reveal him sitting in the lone armchair and the glow stretches to the edge of the bed. His arms lay casually on the chair’s armrest. With a subtle flick of his index finger his voice cuts through the air.

“Your dress is bothering me. Remove it.”

I bend to take off my heels.

“Tut tut, no, leave the heels on, only the dress has to go,” he commands.

I stand tall, my hands shake slightly as I reach to the side of the dress to pull my zip down.

“Slowly,” he hisses. His command sends a shiver down my spine.

Hooking my nail to the zip, I slowly drag it down.

His eyes never leave mine; the dress slides down my shoulder, the sequins graze my skin, causing a prickling sensation.

The dress reaches my waist, he leans forward on his legs.

“Come here,” he commands, his voice a soft rumble.

His hands reach out to me and pull me to his face. He inhales deeply as he rubs his nose on my stomach, his grip tightens on my waist. He brushes his nose against my stomach as he inhales deeply. My hands move through his hair, my fingers weave through his thick silky strands. I gently tug at his hair just enough to give him a pleasure and pain sensation. He groans as he rests his forehead on my stomach.

“How attached are you to this dress?” he inquires.

“I am very attached,” I reply.

My breath catches at the sound of material rendering, “I will buy you hundred more,” he grunts. The dress now ripped in two drops to the ground and it pools around my legs.

He kisses and nibbles at the side of my hip bone, sending waves of what feels like heat through my body. His thumb traces the front of my underwear, caressing my clit with slow soft circles. A gasp escapes my lips. The sensation of his thumb pressing through my black panties makes my pussy clench.

Eryx shifts his focus and dips his head to my inner thigh. A tremor rushes through my body. My knees wobble as I feel his tongue glide from my thigh to my clit.

“Shit, you taste delicious. Take these off,” he murmurs. He tugs the top of my underwear. I drag them down slowly.

“Hurry up, gatáki,” he urges.

My ass stings from the slap that he delivers. Hastily he pushes my hands away, and he takes over pulling my underwear down, in one swift motion. I step out of them, holding his shoulder for balance.

“Lift your leg,” he commands. He holds my calf and places it on the arm of the chair.

I feel exposed as he lifts his gaze to mine, his stare is intense and full of desire. With a moan he lowers his mouth on my clit. His fingers dig into my ass, pulling me closer to his mouth. His stare is locked on mine, as his tongue flicks against my clit.

“Shit, Eryx.” My fingers weave through his curls, pulling by the root as I slowly ride his face.

“You taste so fucking good,” he moans.

My legs tremble, if this continues, I may fall. He moans against me. My eyes roll back in my head. My senses are alive. Fuck, is it supposed to feel this good? I throw my head back as my mind becomes clouded with pleasure.

Another slap lands hard on my ass, the sting makes me shiver with pleasure.

“Eyes on me, gatáki,” he commands. This shouldn’t be sexy but the sternness of voice makes me melt on the inside.

He begins to flick his tongue faster. My legs lose control as they start to tremble. Both of my hands are now in Eryx’s hair, gripping him, pulling him closer, anchoring him to me.

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