I moan into the kiss, loving the way his lips
cover mine. His hands move to my jaw slowly
opening it, our tongues dancing in each other
mouths sending a wave of emotions through
my body. His kisses alone are addicting, but
tonight it's different, a different type of
hunger and trust are in his kisses.
His hand slowly leaves my face and settles in
the base of my throat, he gives a slow
squeeze, asking for permission and I nod
allowing him. He tightens his hold around my
throat and deepens the kiss. My head
becomes clouded and my vision blurs from
the shortage of air, just when it started to
become too much he lets go and pulls away
from the kiss.
Before I could whine and complain, he picks
me up with ease and makes his way up the
stairs. I kiss up to his collar bone, neck, and
jaw, smirking as he grips my thighs and side
with such strength that tells me he would be
living marks all over my body.
He opens the door and drops me on the bed, I
gasp and look at him, his figure towering over
me as he stands in from of me. He smiles at
me and my stomach drops, it wasn't his
charming smile, it was one of those smiles with hidden mischief He opens the door and drops me on the bed, I
gasp and look at him, his figure towering over
me as he stands in from of me. He smiles at
me and my stomach drops, it wasn't his
charming smile, it was one of those smiles
with hidden mischief.
What does he have planned?
"Play with yourself," He commands, his voice
low, soft, and still holding authority. I look at
him, mouth agape. "Strip and play with
yourself, I won't say it again."
I nod and strip, I lay back on the bed and
spread my legs, closing my eyes. Before I
could do anything, he grabs my hand.
"Look at me when you do it," He commands,
fixing me into the position he wants me to be
in. Legs spreading and the bedframe
supporting me in a way I could both play with
myself and be able to look at him as he
watches my every movement.
I shudder at the position I'm in, being so
exposed in the dirtiest way only turns me on
further. I start to make my way down again,
slowly to tease him but when I finally reach
my wetness it was clear that I was the one getting tortured I start rubbing in a circular motion to ease
the ache between my legs, pinching my
nipples with my other hand not breaking eye
contact. The sensation starts to become too
much, and I close my eyes letting out a moan.
"Look at me Trésor,"
" Amour's voice cooed
turning me on even more. I'm used to guys
growling and yelling, but someone his purrs
and soft voice turns me on even more.
I open my eyes gasping at the sensation,
begging him with my eyes to fuck me but all growling and yelling, but someone his purrs
and soft voice turns me on even more.
I open my eyes gasping at the sensation,
begging him with my eyes to fuck me but all
he does is watch, smirking. I take my fingers
and put them into my mouth, not that they
needed any lubrication that was mainly to
tease Amour but all he did was smile like he
had something planned.
I spread my lips and insert my fingers inside,
groaning at the anticipation because I know it
wouldn't be enough, and yet all Amour do is
smile enjoying my torture. I whine becoming
frustrated and pulling my fingers out.
"What's wrong Trésor?" He asks cocking his
head to the side, fueling my anger. I cross my
arm and show my irritation. "Tell me what
you want and I'll give it to you,"
"Make me cum," I command, finally speaking
up and opening my legs again. Those words
seem to have been what he was waiting for
because his eyes darken and his smile fades,
as he takes my legs and pulls me towards him
roughly.
"Be careful what you wish for Evangeline,
He says before diving his head in between my legs , blowing softly before giving a long lick from my folds to my clit
