As he gradually descended toward the swell of my breasts, his touch became both teasing and reverent, artfully circling my curves in perfect balance between anticipation and surrender. Each caress elicited a shuddered gasp, and my back arched involuntarily toward the irresistible pull of his desire.
With practiced ease, his fingers found the hem of my blouse and deftly unbuttoned it further, all while praising, “You’re letting go so beautifully.”
Under his steady, possessive gaze, my nipples hardened in response, testament to the electric intimacy shared between us.
Then, his order emerged as a velvety growl—a low, resonant rumble that coursed through me like distant thunder, infused with both longing and calm authority.
“Come here, kneel, and show me how much you desire this.”
I obeyed, lowering my bare knees to the cool marble floor, feeling once again how excitement and longing bubbled inside me like effervescent champagne.
He guided each movement with precision, exhibiting an almost artistic finesse. His fingers moved through my hair with a careful balance of roughness and tenderness. I looked up at him, and his eyes burned with a molten desire that seemed to pull me closer.
“I need you, Niko,” I whimpered, desperate and aching.
He responded, “And I want all of you, every part of you.”
He slowly unzipped his pants, the metallic rasp echoing in the quiet room as it unveiled his hardened length.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked, half in disbelief at our shared desire and half as a challenge.
Tentatively, I reached out, my fingers wrapping around him, feeling the pulsing veins beneath his smooth, taut skin. He guided my head closer, the musky scent of his arousal enveloping me in an intoxicating embrace.
“Let me see how much you love every moment of this,” he whispered, encouraging my exploration.
I extended my tongue and lightly licked a glistening bead of precum from his tip, its saltiness exploding across my taste buds like a forbidden delicacy.
A deep, guttural groan rose from his chest, sending vibrations through me like the resonance of a plucked bass string.
Encouraged by his reaction, I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate him as I swirled my tongue along his shaft, exploring every ridge and contour.
Each movement of my mouth elicited murmurs of approval.
“Yes, just like that,” he urged, his fingers tightening in my hair to help guide my rhythm.
As I moved up and down, taking him deeper with each tantalizing descent, our shared symphony of wet, primal sounds filled the space—a primal melody of desire, older than time.
He gasped and murmured, “I love how you make me feel so alive. Keep going, baby.”
Our eyes locked in a raw, unguarded connection as his hips began moving in rhythm with my movements, his control slowly unraveling like a spool of thread.
“Just like that,” he murmured once more, strained with pleasure—a low rumble reverberating like thunder before a storm.
His body coiled, muscles tensing as his breath came in ragged gasps.
“Show me how much you want every second,” he continued, his whispered plea mingling with our shared cadence.
I moved closer, my nose pressed against his skin as his intoxicating scent enveloped me. His grip tightened further, his fingers entwining in my hair as I steadied myself for his imminent release.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, he yanked my head back, pulling away sharply from my mouth. His chest heaved, his breath ragged, and his eyes burned with a fierce, unyielding desire.
“No,” he growled in a low, dangerous undercurrent that brooked no argument. “I’m coming inside your cunt. And later—much later—I’ll use your mouth for my pleasure.”
With that last powerful note, he halted, electrifying the atmosphere, as if challenging me to contribute to this intimate exchange.
“Are you ready for everything I’m going to give you?” he inquired, his gaze steady and assuring, indicating that our quiet exchange of desire was still unfolding.
He lifted me with intent, guiding my trembling body toward a plush mattress promising surrender and sins.