I can't help the moan that escapes my mouth at the taste of her tongue against mine, and my hips pulse reflexively up to meet hers. But before I can reach the heat emanating from her core, she grasps my neck in her hand and pushes me away, pressing...
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My heart was pounding so fast I was worried that it would beat out of my chest. I barely had the chance to admire the classy decor in her penthouse – the floor to ceiling windows and the comfy seating – before she had pulled me inside, firmly shut the door, and turned the lock.
I quite honestly didn't know what to do with myself, so I stood in her living room, fidgeting with my eyes darting everywhere in an attempt to avoid her piercing gaze.
Was this it?
Am I going to lose my virginity tonight?
"Strip."
I barely registered her words, and by the time my brain processed them, I was thoroughly gobsmacked. She wanted me to what?
"Strip." This time, the demand was stated firmly, her eyes narrowed and arms akimbo in front of me. It was clear in her expression that she wasn't used to waiting for people to follow her orders.
So in fear that she would suddenly change her mind about having me in her humble abode, I decided to strip for her.
Shyly, I removed my shirt.
I'm not a bad looking guy, I know this, but I can't help but feel entirely insecure standing before her while she's wearing this body hugging lace dress and looking like a goddess.
She eyes my sinewy body as I frantically work at my belt, quickly closing my eyes and reassuring myself in my head that everything is going to be okay. Mistress Valencia won't kick me out for not living up to her expectations; and even if she did, it's wouldn't be the end of the world...
Suddenly I feel warmth, and I open my eyes to see that she has placed her soft hands over mine on my belt, gently nudging me aside.
"Relax," She says as my arms fall limply to my sides and she begins to calmly unbutton my belt.
How the actual fuck am I supposed to relax? The human incarnation of a Goddess stands before me about to undo my pants, and she expects me to relax?
Regardless of the fact that my heart is about to explode, I work on steadying my breaths, yet my eyes remain thoroughly focused her hand slowly guiding my zipper down over the hard-on straining in my pants.
Fuck, I can feel my cheeks burning at the fact that she is now fully exposed to my brief-covered dick as my pants fall to the floor. I shyly step out of them and finally meet her eyes, surprised at what I find.
Is she actually turned on by me?
Her eyes appear darker, and they're looking down at the mound in my briefs like a meal awaits for her.
She looks back up at me and smiles, raising her hand to tenderly push against my bare chest.
"Sit, Kai." I allow her hand to guide me and find myself falling into the couch I didn't even realize sat behind me. But I don't take the time to thoroughly survey my surroundings because she's reaching for the hem of her dress and I'm suddenly experiencing tunnel vision as I watch her begin to disrobe before me.
