I could lie and say I didn't think by around three to four weeks in Sion's conpany we would be fucking, so the truth is; after lunch and catching-up, the kissing had grown wilder, our touches varied feom gentle caresses to explorative gropes, the mood grew heavier. The pace of our budding getting-to-know-each-other, changed and I strandled his lap and four hours later here we are.
Sion shifted a little to get comfortableon my bed, jostling me. He sighed, my head rising and dipping a bit with the movement of his chest.
"Why didn't you get a place around Eastlands, Westland or Kile or Lavington?" I asked as we lay in my bed and Sion drew circles on my back.
"Too stuffy and expensive. Kitengela is on the rise and property quality is at par with those ones so why not go out on a limb?" He said.
His coily chest hair pricked the inside of my forearm as I lay my head over it.
"But it's a long commute though." Nearly an hour far from the Nairobi activity.
One of his shoulders rose, "I don't mind. But what I do mind is how far this," he cupped of my ass cheeks, "will be from me."
I giggled, "I'm not that far."
"That's what you say but what happens when I want to fuck and you aren't close by, in the other room for example?" He pretended to pout.
"Means you have to work for it. You're better off that you don't have to catch a matatu to come over." I was about forty minutes away but he wanted to cry, so cry he would.
"Then I better get my fill." He said and his hand lowered and pulled my leg higher over his pelvis, his fingers running over the seam of my lower lips a few times, making me ache.
His molten heat filled eyes stayed on me all the whil he plunged one finger in me and pumped in and out before adding another.
"Like that?" He rasped, his erection brushing and then tapping my thigh as his dick flexed, growing more rigid.
My eyelids lowered as I savoured the feeling of his fingers in me then he pulled them out and flicked my clit, making me jerk at the sharp sensation.
"Don't close your eyes." He demanded, biting his lip and I groaned as my arousal picked momentum. He pushed his fingers back in me only to pull them out and lick the glistening wetness as I watched.
An ache filled my empty lips, wailing for touch.
I pushed up on one arm to halfway lie over his torso and he picked up the tempo as I ground myself into his hand. His other hand cupped one of my breasts and pinched my nipple.
The shooting sensation skittered to my engorged clit, the feeling propelling me to push my hips faster and harder.
He kept on, adding a third finger while wrecking havoc on my senses with his mastetful minstrations, that had my skin sizzling with sensitivity. He curved his finger and grazed something, making my body tense before an overwhelming rush of sensation spread all over me. A shudder wracked me when he did it again. My fingers dug into him.
"Sion," I moaned. Body taught, thoughts only about chasing the careening feeling of an orgasm.
"Come for me Elly," he coaxed, hands masterful and voice a conductor to my high strung body held together by a deluge of wants, and needs that he was splaying open between us.
Arching my back, I tipped my head up, lost in how good he was making me feel with his hands, forgetting to keep my eyes open as he asked and shook when the cresting feeling resembled a tide that broke the shores of my restraint.
Even as I was coming, I heard a wrapper tearing, my body shaking and now empty vaginal walls still clenching and relwasing. Then Sion was pulling me higher over his pelvis and I ground myself over his erection. Seeking more friction to prolong the euphoric sensations.
Taking him in my hand, I lined him up with me and pushed my canted hips lower. I took him in slowly, the head snug as he breached me that he had to push his hips up and slid in.
He felt sooo goooood.
"Siooon," I whimpered and rocked my hips before I stopped, my back muscles taught as another orgasm hit me.
His huge hands resting on my hips, pulled me up and lowered me down when the feeling subsided. I picked up the pace, albeit slowly. I ground myself on him in slow but tight circles, loving the low moans coming from him.
He got up as little and licked one of my nipples then the other.
I bucked my hips, getting faster now when he spread my legs further apart and canted his hips, filling me all the way up. I draped myself over him, combined with his licks and nips on my breasts and nipples, my body buzzed. My nerves felt raw, my breaths were now gasps and the slap of our skin filled the space around us.
"Fuck, Elly." There it was again, that nickname. I'd never heard it before but I already loved it.
His hands got firm over my hips and he pumped his hips up faster to meet me when I lowered.
"Sion," I gasped, my sight turning into stars for a second when he thrust so far inside me and I chased that feeling.
He clutched me to him even tighter now, his breathing just as laboured and we chased our orgasms like two crazed souls rushing towards the promise of salvation.
"I'm so close, Elly." He grunted, my chest sliding over his sweaty one. The hairs on his chest grazing the tips of breasts pushed me off the cliff I'd been climbing and my tense muscles let go. I trembled over him, nails digging into his biceps abd back, my face dropping to the crook of his shoulder.
"I never thought I'd ever know how good sex is, but with you it's definately worth it." I mumbled when my laboured breathing began to settle.
He laughed, "I guess Brian was right then?" I slapped his hand. The thought of my brother while still in the throes of sex was just wrong.
"Ew, I don't care if he was right." I said.
I'd only been with two other guys before Sion and the differnce between those ans him were huge. Because I could count on one hand how many times I'd had an orgasm with them compared to having sex with Sion. He was generous and more open to try things. Things I was new to but not pressured to try just eager and happy to experience.
Sion grinned. "That aside, I do agree with you on the good sex part." He said, his fingers digging into my braids to lightly tug at them a little.
He kissed the hollow spot of my near the collar bone.
My lower lips spasmed at his words.
A matatu blared its horn as it passed by, the noise pulling me back from the sleep that threatened to pull me under with a mild startle.
Sion drawing in a deep breath under my temple where I lay on his chest, had me looking up to find his eyes closed as his breathing slowed.
I followed suit.
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Clutching Hope
Storie d'amoreHe's her brothers best friend She's had a crush on him for years Eila's introverted way of life keeps stress at bay and Sion at arms length. Tenancious through the years of cat and mouse, he's ready to play his trump card but Eila is as elusive as e...
