In my oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts, I turn the kettle on and get my mug and tea ready, humming to the tune playing in my head. I’m feeling mint and lemon flavor this morning. Soon as the kettle light goes green, I’m quick to pour the hot water and add the honey, stirring it all up with moves to the tune. My cup of tea is ready; I inhale the aroma of the mint and lemon. Resting on the kitchen island, I take a sip of the tea, the sweetness andflavor is refreshing. My morning wake-up routine is complete. I exhale the peace and tranquility I get from every sip.
The door opens and I turn to see Daniel in Khaki shorts and navy-blue T-shirt, holding a cup of coffee.He didn’t leave; he went out for coffee.Damn it. I can’t hide anymore.
He shuts the door and moves in steady strides towards me. I hold my mug closer to my lips and watch him. His five o’clock shadow makes him look more dashing. He sets the coffee down. I can smell it on his breath, he’s so close.
“Good morning, “ he says, his deep voice is like a soft caress.
“Good morning,” I reply. “I thought you left for work.”
“It’s Saturday morning, Anu,” he replies with a smirk and moves closer.
Shit, I have been focused on avoiding him that I forgot what day it is.He’s now standing in front of me.
“Yeah, I forgot about that,” I say to hide my heart rate sudden escalation.
He’s gentle as he takes the hot cup of tea from my hand and sets it down. I should fight but I don’t. He leans in, placing both hands on either side to lock me in. I inhale a sharp breath. His body warmth engulfs me. Our gazes lock and all I see is his burning desire for me.
“Anu, I’m going to kiss you and when I’m done kissing your mouth, I’m going to move down to your nipples and take each one in my mouth, suck on them till they are swollen.”
It’s exactly what I want, even though I’ve been fighting the feelings for months. My nipples are instantly perky, and clearly visible in my T-shirt. He can’t seriously be telling me this, my whole being is alert to the aura of him. “So, before I kiss you, tell me to stop”
What?!My brain freezes for a moment. His words ‘tell me to stop’ hangs heavy in the sensual air circulating around us,the silence punctuated only by the erratic thump of my heart, causing my lips to smack involuntarily.
Our gazes stay locked; neither of us blinking. I notice he’s calm, while I’m melting from the heat radiating off him. I don’t want to tell him to stop, I want to tell him to start.
“When I’m done with your nipples, I’m going to lift you onto this counter and feast like a starved man on your pussy.”
Oh, lord, help me. If I had a way to stop my getting wet before the pipe just busted.
“POP” goes the sound of my lips. My whole being is in euphoria of his closeness. My good and bad imaginary angels appear on my shoulders.
Good angel: Tell him to stop, use your head girl. Just say it STOP, practice S-T-O-P.
Bad angel: Fuck that, he wants to feast on us. If his kiss is any indication, then our pussy is in for a treat, and I’m all for spreading them legs and letting him feast. Bonus point if he pulls the short down with his teeth.” She purrs.
Good angel: No, be a good girl, you can resist. Don’t fall for his sweet tongue.
Bad angel: His sweet tongue is winning right now, and we are so ready for sweet tongue. You only live once, and we want him like he’s the last man on earth, and a fine one at that.
His voice gets more pleading. “You have thirty seconds to tell me to stop. Once the time elapses, I’m claiming you as mine. And there’s no going back because I’ll penetrate you so deep, no other man will ever be allowed in there.”
I know he means every word. Instead of speaking, my pussy is dripping just from his words. It doesn’t help that the space between us is barely thin, his musky and earthy smell is invading my senses. My body temp is rising. My eye lids drop to his lips.
Damn, I want those lips everywhere on my body.
Bad angel: Yes! Yes! Yes!
My bad angel is taking a victory lap before our count down is over.
Good angel: You can do it, you can say it. Stop.
“Time’s up” are the last words before his lips crash onto mine. I voluntarily open to taste him and let him invade my mouth. Our tongue swirls in harmony. I wrap my arm around his neck to pull him closer and deeper; I want him to claim me and own me. I hear myself moan out loud; he doesn’t stop kissing my brain to oblivion. I’m totally for it, instead of sayingstop. When he finally breaks the kiss, I say, “claim me.” I watch his smile widen.
My T-shirt is off my body and tossed. He takes a step back to admire me as my perky nipples are exposed, and I quickly try to cover myself.
“Don’t.” He moves closer, removing my hands. He cups my boobs and leans in to take a nipple in his mouth. A moan escapes me. He sucks gently, making me feel like I’m swirling in the clouds, then he sucks hard and that jolts electricity through me. Each time he does soft and hard sucking, I feel myself get close. He pulls back and lifts me onto the kitchen counter. My ass is on the counter. He spreads my legs and gazes at my wet dripping pussy, wetting his lips, words fail me. He pulls me closer to the edge, gets on his knees and puts my legs on each shoulder, gently pushing me to lie back. I feel cold surface of the granite but my whole being is on the gentle breeze that’s just blown on my wet pussy before the warmth that came, which arches my back with cries of his name.
“Daniel.” He tongue fucks me, making me cry out. He’s swirling, licking and sucking like my pussy is his last meal. I come hard, exploding like I’ve never done in my life, and he takes his time sucking every last drop of my orgasm. When he’s sure he has cleaned me up with his tongue, he rises to his feet. My body is shuddering from the earth-shattering orgasm I just had. I can’t stay still. He lowers my ass down a bit and before Iknow it, I feel his thick and hard penis invade me. I let out a loud gasp at the invasion of my pussy.
