Domenica (+18)

chapter three | edited

Jaxon.

I could hear the wind blowing in through the window, the room itself was a battleground of sensations. On one hand, the air held the warmth of the indoors, a cocoon of comfort that wrapped around me like a familiar embrace. On the other, the tendrils of cool air from outside snaked their way into the room, creating pockets of chill that sent shivers down my spine. The thin and soft material of the large curtains are dancing from the blowing wind. As the fire crackled to life in the fireplace, a rush of warmth washed over me, enveloping my entire being like a cozy, protective embrace. But it wasn't just the typical warmth that course through me. My heart, too, responded to the fiery spectacle. It pounded with a newfound intensity, as if the flames had ignited a passionate fervor within me. I look down to my body, realizing I am sitting in a single sofa in the corner of the room with no clothes on. The only thing that protects me was my boxers hanging low on my hips.

I catch a glimpse of a lady standing with her knees on the bed. My body has a mind of its own, as I pushed myself off of the sofa, my feet making my way towards her. She watches the whole process with a smirk on her face, Missus Anderson.

"Ma'am, I don't think I should be in here.." I trailed, "I think I should go." Breathlessly I spoke, ready to turn around and leave wherever this is.

"No, no, no.. Stay." She grounded, her hand catching my wrist. "Please, Stay." She pleaded, "Help me with something, you're always such a helper, Jaxon." Her voice, a fragile whisper in the vast expanse of silence, reached out to me like a delicate, trembling hand. It was a sound so tender and pure that it seemed to hang in the air like a fragile thread, ready to break at the slightest disturbance.

I swallowed my saliva that I didn't realize I've been holding. She sits there on her knees, on top of her bed. I'm standing in front of her with her body leaning forward, her hand holding my wrist. What she's wearing, fuck, A red one piece lingerie. The top very much supported her big tits, her lips are bold red just how I favor, her hair is tied in a neat bun.

"W-what can I help you with, M-Ma'am..?" The words emerged from my lips with a tremor. My voice typically steady and composed, now quivered with a blend of exhilaration and anxiety that surged through my veins.

The corner of her lips slowly turns into a smirk, her tongue swiped against her bottom lip. "I want you to be a good boy, and take care of me.." A sudden lump formed in my throat, I couldn't help but gulp audibly. It was a reflexive response to the swirling emotions that had taken hold of me, a physical manifestation of the intensity of the moment. Seeing my hesitation, her eyes locked onto mine with an unwavering intensity. It was as though she could peer deep into the recesses of my soul, sensing the internal battle that raged within me. Her gaze, steady and unyielding, held a silent encouragement, a gentle push to overcome the barriers of doubt and fear. She pulled my wrist down, her knees dug into the mattress as she stands on her knees before crashing her lips against mine.

Every muscle in my body seemed to tense up, freezing me in place, a momentary paralysis born from the turmoil of my thoughts and desires. The debate raged within me, a fierce inner struggle between resistance and surrender. I chose the latter as I close my eyes and wrap my hand on her neck. The kiss turned into something much like, hunger. Her lips on mine, our tongue fighting for dominance was like an addiction that I didn't know I've been craving for a long time. She smells so good, A mix of fruity flavor with rose and vanilla. Her trademark scent. I felt her hands on my hips, her hand slowly making its way towards my build up tent. I groaned in our kiss when I felt her hand brushed against it, my cock grow harder and harder within each brush. She's very good with her hands, this is nothing yet.