Damn, I don’t know if I like that he can hear my thoughts. My body coils with pleasure right before he sucks my clit to make me fall apart. My head thrashes as I try to catch my breath, it feels like his tongue is all over by body. My orgasm feels overwhelming, yet I want more.
Iam
“What?” My question is a moan.
Iam is what you should call out the next time I make you cum.
Just the mention of cuming throws me into another round.
Iam moves over me while his hands and mouth explore my body until I come back to earth. He kisses my collarbone then moves up my neck until his deep voice teases my ear.
“I love your body like this. I plan to learn every inch of it.” His announcement has me squirming, my body seeking more of something I didn’t know I’d wanted a mere hour ago. “You can move your hands, love.”
When I do, my hands go straight for the hair I’ve already seen in two lengths and colors. I don’t know what to expect since I don’t know how magic feels, but it’s soft and silky. I can’t get enough of touching it and watching it slide through my fingers.
“There are more interesting parts of me,” he warns me.
I forget how to breathe when he sinks inside of me. I cry out from the first stroke. My entire body feels alive, yet it overwhelms me like he’s pierced my soul. He pushes my legs open wider as he rocks deeper, claiming me like he hinted he would. My heart pounds with each reminder that this may not be a good idea. I should not feel this much from sex with a man I just met.
“Wait. This is too much,” I beg.
“You can handle it, just give in,” he responds between groans. “Let your soul relearn what you like. Your body will follow.”
Iam intertwine our fingers as he takes my body to levels, I didn’t know existed. When our eyes connect, it’s as if I’m merging with something or a past, I haven’t found yet. My orgasm rips me in half and the cum he releases in me feels like it seeps into me and infuses my blood stream with his essence.
Tears spring forward again; my being wants to love a stranger, but my brain is trying to make sense of it. His lips on mine make it worse like he’s sealed something I don’t understand. The best sex I’m aware I’ve ever had is also what I need to escape.
“I need space to think. Please, Iam. I need to go.”
His green eyes study my face like he’s reading my soul. Without a word, he kisses my forehead sweetly.
Another flash and I’m fully dressed on a descending elevator.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I say in awe as I ride the empty cabin to the lobby.
Believe it. I’ll give you space, but this isn’t over.
I walk home as I try to ponder what in the hell just happened to my life.
