Moodlist
Push It - TWENTY88
Nuestro Planeta - Kali Uchis featuring Reykon
Blow - Beyoncé
Need To Know - Doja Cat
"Italics" - means another language is being spoken.
The footsteps came to a halt. At first I was confused, but the muffled sounds of the 'Opening' ringtone, presumably being emitted by his phone, hit my ears and answered my question. A sigh could be heard before his deep voice muttered a greeting. His voice became more and more difficult to distinguish, footsteps also decreasing in volume. Eventually, he was out of earshot altogether.
Saved by the cell.
I hadn't heard the door open or close so whatever the matter was, couldn't have been severe enough to require his physical presence. I decided to seize the opportunity, and take a quick shower by myself. For both my mental health and the integrity of my silk press. I was trying to serve up the fantasy, and just moments ago had been willing to sacrifice a perfectly good press, that had taken me longer than I even wanted to think about. Now however, I would be able to implement a shower cap, over a quick doobie wrap, which I was certain was not what Mr Leone wanted to see tonight.
In hindsight, this was a wasted effort. I ended up sweating it out anyway.
I had just gotten around to putting my robe back on after moisturising the last bit of my skin when he came back. My hair was out of the shower cap, tied up in a loose top knot, in anticipation of tonight's events.
He had obviously heard the shower going, as when it cut off, he had taken my departure of the bathroom as his cue to take care of his hygienic needs. He made no effort to excuse himself for the unforeseen interruption of our cat and mouse game. With only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his exposed skin glistened ever so slightly.
At least he's not tryna slide ashy as hell.
My mirth became apparent by the small smile that danced along my lips. He took a seat on the bed, facing me, while I sat in the armchair at the side of it. He saw that I was trying to hold back laughter, and ensued his own battle. Before long, the room was filled with boisterous laughter from both of us. Just like that, the tension dissipated.
Once shoulders settled and eyes were wiped, a conversation ensued. I started it, choosing to use honesty as my policy.
"So what do you like?"
A simple question, yet it raised his brow. He knew what I meant but seemed intent on playing wilfully ignorant. I eventually took the bait and rephrased my question.
"I mean, what do you like sexually?"
He made a dramatic show of leaning back and stroking his chin, as if deep in thought. His posture was relaxed, and he looked good. I could tell he exercised regularly, but he wasn't sculpted to the nth degree. He didn't have a lot of body hair, for which I was grateful. He seemed to have a smattering of tattoos across his torso and arms, which added to his appeal.
My lips formed a soft smile and I rolled my eyes, adjusting my robe a little. "Look, I'm just gonna come out with it. I'm by no means an expert when it comes to this. All I know is the first step to meeting an objective is knowing what it is."
I watched as my words seeped into his consciousness, and waited with bated breath for his rebuttal. He settled on an old adage.
"I think I can show you better than I can tell you."
Clenching my legs together would have given the game away so I simply reshuffled my weight, leaning on my left elbow instead of my right. I was just about to speak, when he beat me to it. "I do think that setting some ground rules is a good idea."
And like that, we were off, discussing our soon to materialise sexual escapade as if we were planning an event. He explained that although he wasn't into BDSM in a big way, he did like to be in control.
Figures.
We settled on a safe word. Mango. Short and sweet, like the fruit, and not phonetically similar to any other mutterings that might occur in the heat of the moment. He agreed that I could refer to him by his given name, Angelo, as Mr Leone was a bit awkward. He listened intently as I explained my sexual history, or lack thereof. I had been given a prescription of birth control I was taking religiously, but until that kicked in, condoms would be the contraceptive of choice.
"Okay, so I've given this more thought than I'd like to admit, but there's no sexy way to ask you this. Do you want to have anal sex with me at any point?"
My skin tone prevented the appearance of red circles on my cheeks, but it was clear to my observer that I was embarrassed. A number of emotions flickered across his face, until humour took up full residence. He laughed a little bit and scratched his neck, clearly taken aback by my enquiry.
"I wasn't planning to, but now that you're offerin-"
"My butthole is not up for offer. I don't know about yours though?"
Ah, I'd fucked it. Not only had I interrupted him, I had also blurted out my internal comeback, and insinuated that he gave off even the slightest vibe of wanting to be pegged (not that there's anything wrong with it. Just not with me involved, please and thank you!)
For the first time since I had met him, he was rendered speechless. I took the opportunity to clean things up as best as I could. "Not to imply that there's anything wrong with that if you would like me t-"
"I would not like you to."
Indignation was surprisingly absent from his tone. He shook his head, and ran his hand down his face, looking up at me with mirth swimming in his intense eyes. He found it funny. Thank goodness.
He asked me if there was anything else I wanted to clarify, but I had done enough for tonight. He took it upon himself to end our conversation with one last statement.
"I am a man that thrives on the pleasure of my partner. It's important that you speak up if you're uncomfortable at any point. I'm an asshole, but not a monster. You are allowed to withdraw your consent at any point. Just say the word." This had obviously been weighing on his mind a while, as his tone became serious. He looked at me face to gauge my understanding, and I punctuated my expression with a short nod, to communicate I had indeed understood him.
Once he saw this, he relaxed, reclining his position so was leaning on his elbows on the bed. The mood of the room changed, and the sexual tension that had been suspended by our laughter, reappeared. My heart was pounding, and the way he was looking at me caused the same rhythm to begin playing across my nether region.
Here goes nothing.
For a moment, I thought I'd have to instruct her to come closer, but she seemed to come to that decision herself. At some point during our conversation, one of her legs found itself folded underneath the other. Her hands located the ties of her fluffy robe, and undid the knot that kept the garment closed. Her form was still obscured from view, but as she stood, this issue was rectified. I got to see a sliver of skin, dark brown nipple and areola seemingly calling out to me. She shrugged it off sensually, and started coming towards me. Her eyes dropped quickly to look at the towel twitch where my dick was.
What a sight to behold. Her body was truly a work of art. I couldn't help but appreciate that she chose to disrobe in one fell swoop. I'm sure for her it was felt like taking the bandaid quickly rather than dragging it out, but to me it was a blessing. I had been waiting to see more of her since I had her strip down in my office and my desires were finally being fulfilled. Her skin was flawless all over, inviting me to feel as much of it as I could.
She straddled me, a bold move that took me off guard. Her face was so close to mine I could feel her warm, minty breath on my skin. I don't know who made the first move, but before I knew it, we were kissing.
I hadn't intended to kiss her at all. I found that to be my least favourite activity in the bedroom. However, the way her lips felt against mine, the way she let me take the lead and the way her hand had found itself cupping the back of my head had me reconsidering. It felt oddly intimate, and in a bid to regain more dominance I sat upright. I had a firm grasp around her waist so she adjusted her position accordingly without falling.
Her little sex pop quiz had worked in her favour. It acted as an unintentional charm offensive, and it had disarmed me. I hadn't expected to laugh quite as much as I had already this evening. I thought things would have been more transactional, like the rest of our interactions, but Vanessa was one who loved to surprise me.
The kiss grew in intensity and urgency, as I felt my dick harden underneath the only barrier between our naked bodies. My hands explored, settling on the softness of her ass. A quick spank to its surface illcited a yelp from the woman above me, and I took advantage, slipping my tongue into her mouth. I rubbed the area, which felt warm to the touch, willing the sting to go away before replacing it with another smack. Her pelvis started to move in small circles, seemingly to alleviate the pressure building up between her legs.
Coming up for breath, I did what any sane red-blooded man would do. Putting my hand on her back, I wordlessly willed her to straighten it a bit and rejoiced as it had the intended effect; putting me right in line with her titties. I looked up, to see her already looking down at me. If evoking emotion was my assignment, I had passed not even 5 minutes in. The kiss alone had transformed her once expressionless visage to one of unadulterated lust. I wanted to see how much more I could pull from her, so I leaned my head forward and slowly licked her left nipple before taking it in my mouth. Her right breast would be consoled by my hand, which found itself cupping the sensitive flesh. I soon heard the unmistakable sound of a moan, not great in pitch or volume, but enough to let me know my ministration were not in vain.
The circling of her hips only increased in pace, making me readjust my grip on her lithe waist. She guided my head to her other breast, and moaned once more when I started showing it the same level of attention. Soon enough she was restless, and I trailed my way up the slender column of her neck, before placing kisses along her jawline. This seemed to be a particularly sensitive spot as she signed "Angelo" in pure pleasure. Although she was not an Italian speaker, her command of other Romance Languages meant she was able to pronounce the simple word with the right inflection and cadence. Something about how she said it, how she sounded, turned me on to no end, and I decided now was the time to switch gears.
As I was initially sat on the side of the bed, I stood up and relocated us to the middle. Doing so without announcement garnered a gasp from her, but that, along with my towel, soon became a thing of history. I slowly recommenced my exploration of her body. She watched my every move, propped up slightly on her elbows. Her hand found the back of my head once again, not to direct, but simply to caress, silently commending me for a job well done. Her back arched, in an effort to bring my mouth back to her titties, and since she asked so nicely, I acquiesced.
My ego was swelling in tandem with my dick. I hadn't realised quite how much I had been craving some type of reaction from this elusive woman. It got under my skin that I didn't get under hers, but I had finally cracked the code. As kisses and licks transitioned from the top of her abdomen to her mons pubis, I couldn't help but let out a low groan. I was finally arriving to what would soon become once of my favourite places to be. Her legs parted on instinct, but the way she readjusted her elbows to give her a clearer view of what was to come let me know that she was curious about what I had planned next.
When my fingers made contact with the erogenous skin in front of me, I looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes closed as a contented sign escaped her lips. Her physical state was clear, her pussy glossy with arousal. I took the liberty of putting the two fingers coated in her essence in my mouth. Her taste and fragrance was light and natural. She tasted so good, I felt it was only right to share, so ran my fingers along the lips nearest to mine and reached up to give her a sample. Her mouth opened, and she licked my fingers clean, looking me in the eye the whole time.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult for me to believe she was as unskilled as she claimed. Little did I know, I had given away a lot more than I was even aware of. She was attentive of my every move, not only for the sake of her pleasure, but also to learn what I liked. She heard the low noises I made when she caressed me in the right spots. She had felt how hard I was before my descent to her pussy. Even before we found ourselves in this position, she watched me, trying to glean as much information as she could.
Nothing in her studies could have given her insight into my affinity for eating pussy. I ate pussy for me, just as much as I did for her. I didn't do it with every woman I encountered, but when I did I intended to make a splash.
No, she would have to learn that fact through first hand experience. I swiped my tongue up from her opening, all the way up to her clit, deciding to settle there for a moment. I moved it across the sensitive spot a couple of times before capturing it in my mouth and applying suction. That seemed to undo the last pieces of her inhibition. She produced her loudest moan yet, and this set us off on a positive feedback loop. I licked, she moaned. I sucked, she groaned. I slipped in a finger, she arched her back. By the time I added my middle finger to the ring finger she was gripping onto, she was well on her way to her first orgasm of the night.
Her g-spot was easy to find, and I hooked my fingers to give it the stimulation it needed. My mouth had found its way back to her clit and I could feel her start to squirm and pull away. My left arm was hooked around her corresponding leg, preventing this from happening.
It started with a tremor, then evolved to a full shake and a her hips taking on a life of their own. At this point she was moaning without second thought.
"Oh my God. I'm gonna-"
She couldn't get the rest of her words out as she succumbed to wave, after wave of pleasure.
I eased off a little, allowing her a break. A quick kiss on her clit caused her body to twitch, letting me know it was too soon to start again
Her breathing slowed a bit and she was starting to come back down to earth.
"Look at me."
She did not acknowledge my request. She was still conscious, I could see her head moving from side to side, as if she was in denial over what had just happened.
Slipping my fingers back in to graze them across her g-spot was all it took to get her eyes to shoot open and find mine.
"Keep your eyes on me. Don't make me repeat myself"
She couldn't play off the effect my instruction had on her. The temporary pressure I felt on my fingers told me what I needed to know. Once I was sure I had her full attention, I went back in. Before I knew it, my fingers and beard were slick with the evidence of her second orgasm.
Making my way back up to her face, she kissed me eagerly, seemingly appreciating the favour she had left behind on my lips. When we parted, the intensity between us was palpable. A moment passed, and as if she read my mind, she turned around, planting her face on the bed and pointing her ass to the sky. The arch in her back was enough to send another rush of blood to my dick.
She turned her head slightly, bring her face into view.
"I'm looking" was all she said.
If I hadn't placed the condom on top of the bedside table, I would have thrown all caution to the wind, but the time it took to retrieve it and put it on gave me a moment to clear my mind. I was going to need all the focus I had with this one.
Once sheathed, I retook my position behind her and started tapping my dick against her pussy, the sound filling the room. Lifting my gaze up to her face, I could see her impatience start to build. In other circumstances I would have made her wait, beg even, but with this position she made one hell of a case.
I aligned myself with her entrance and pushed in slowly. When I got about halfway in, I felt her hand against my hip, signalling for me to stop. I held my position, giving her time to adjust. She was tight. Dangerously so, making this break a good idea for me as well as her. After a while she told me to continue, and I did until my hips were almost touching her ass. My eyes closed automatically, and I tipped my head back, taking a moment to relish in the sensation. A low rumbling sound slipped out of my mouth before I could think to contain it.
Fuck.
Soon enough, we picked up a rhythm, moving to and from one another. A thin veil of sweat made her back glisten. I took the risk of looking down at where we were joined, and immediately felt a rush of pleasure wash over my whole body. I grit my teeth and increased the intensity and depth of my strokes, and by proxy, the volume of her moans. I'm a talker, but my mind was focused her warm, wet-ass, tight-ass pussy, preventing me from uttering anything but the odd curse word. The sound of skin making contact reverberated around the room, and as her arousal started leaking down her leg, it could easily have been mistaken for the innocuous sound of macaroni cheese being stirred.
Her haphazard bun caught my attention, and I decided to pull on it, to bring Vanessa closer to me. She was not expecting this, but the string of expletives that rolled off her tongue let me know we were still in business.
With the sun starting to set, lighting became more sparse, but that didn't deter either of us. My hands found their way around her neck, forming a necklace around it so to speak. She liked this a lot, I almost slipped out from the renewed wave of her essence leaking out of her. I couldn't see them, but the tears that had been collecting on her lower eyelids finally teetered over the edge as her face contorted with pleasure. I took this opportunity to gather what wits I had left and speak.
"How's this dick making you feel?"
I knew the answer, but there was nothing better than hearing her strained voice say "So good"
Since she had called an impromptu quiz earlier, I decided to return the favour and ask her a few questions of my own.
"Huh? So good you're gonna promise to be a good girl?"
"Y-yes, I promise, Papí"
Surprises were her speciality. I knew she spoke Spanish, but hearing it this context was sexy as fuck. For the sake of my pride I ceased my motion, and let go of her neck. Her bun was hanging on by a thread, leaning over the side of her head as she turned and looked at me to see why I stopped. I had to play it off, so I said, "Be a good girl and work for that nut then."
She graciously accepted the challenge, and started moving back against me. It took her a few seconds to figure out a rhythm, but when she got it, I watched in awe. Watching her ass jiggle with each movement, I started crunching numbers in my head to keep from releasing prematurely. She was going slower than I had been, but was way more sensual in her movement. She made almost the whole thing disappear, which was no mean feat. Instead of giving her applause, I smacked her ass a couple of times, watching as a red tint emerged from under the deep pigment of her skin.
An orgasm seemed to have snuck up on us both simultaneously, but while I held off my the skin of my teeth, she surrendered once again. She tried to scoot forward to escape my unrelenting strokes, but she had settled too close to the headboard during her little stunt earlier.
Rookie Mistake.
Once she realised her predicament, she spread her hand out on the headboard like she was trying to maintain a grip on reality. The contractions around my dick lessened in intensity and frequency, and after a few moments, her body slumped forward.
I encourage her to flip onto her back and laid in between her legs, my face hovering over hers. Although her skin was dark, I could see a flush of colour across her face and décolletage. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her eyes were closed. I ran my tongue over her left nipple and she jerked away slightly. The light had all but gone, but there was enough for me to see she was now squinting at me. She lifted her hand to her forehead in a dramatic fashion, and opened her mouth to speak. Instead of words, laughter rolled out, and the sight inspired me to give a short chuckle in turn.
"You tapping?" I wouldn't blame her, we went from 0-100 in less than an hour.
The implication seemed to deeply offend her, and just like that, the embers in her eyes became a flame. If she had any complaints about not having an out in the morning, they would fall on deaf ears.
I considered myself a facilitator, and if continuing was her wish, who was I not to oblige.
I decided to grab one of her legs, and push it back to test her flexibility. To say I was pleased that her leg went all the way back was an understatement. Before it knew it, I was back where I wanted to be, giving her the best strokes I had left in me. Missionary was also low on my list of favourite things to do between the sheets, but she managed to once again, make it exciting. I liked seeing her face scrunch up with pleasure, her lips pouty, and brows gathered with concentration. The leg not in my grasp was hooked around my waist, but she grabbed her foot and pulled it back, adding symmetry to her position. Her other hand found itself back in its favourite spot, and invited my head into the crook of her neck.
"Are you about to nut Angelo? Huh? Get that nut"
I didn't have to speak Spanish to know whatever she had just whispered was hot. Measured and even strokes were replaced by sloppy and frantic ones. I ground my teeth against each other so hard I was convinced they would be pulverised, as the first sensations of my climax zipped up and down my spine. She was right there with me, determined not to be outdone. Words were outside of my grasp at that particular moment, all I was capable of doing was releasing my seed into the condom with a resounding roar. Her moans were almost drowned out by the volume, but I could hear them load and clear. I collapsed on top of her, for the first time noticing I was covered head to toe in a layer of sweat.
My heart and mind were racing, still high from the events that had just occurred. I did however, have enough control of my thoughts to realise I was probably pretty heavy on Vanessa, and moved to relieve her of any crushing sensation. Surprising me one more again, she wrapped her arms around me, telling me to stay for a moment.
Eventually, I got up anyway, needing to dispose of the condom and gather my thoughts away from her prying eyes. I made my way to the bathroom and flushed the condom, and then went about locating small towels so I could wet them and use them wipe down myself and my counterpart. Waiting for the water to run warm, I took stock of the situation. That was some of the best sex I had in a while. She hadn't done anything I hadn't seen or experienced before, but it was as if she knew exactly what I wanted and when. It was her. The more time I spent thinking about it, the less I wanted to.
I came back to the bedroom to see her in the spot I had left her. She felt the bed dip under my weight, and turned her head to look at me. I showed her the wet rag, unsure whether she could see it, and wiped her down, feeling it was the least I could do since I had drilled her like there was a was a diamond in her pussy for the best part of an hour. I then pulled the cover over her, and made my way back to the bathroom to take my third shower of the day.
Once I was dressed again, I dipped my head into the bedroom that had been calling to me since I had left it and saw her asleep, facing me. Her hair was out of its ponytail holder and spread out all around her head. I couldn't see it, but there was a stubborn wave forming in the hair closest to her scalp, a sign of a perfectly good silk press reverting.
Taking one last glance at Vanessa, I willed myself to leave, and sighed in relief when my feet followed my command.
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*Birdman hand rub*
That was Chapter 5. Angelo and Vanessa are on first name basis now, although only in the bedroom.
Can you believe she asked him if he wanted her to get the strap and pipe him down?
This is the first time I've written a sex scene, and it was from a man's perspective! Difficult, but I thought it was necessary to understand Angelo's thought process better. I hope you lil nasties enjoyed it.
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