The Siren (18+)

Chapter 11

This chapter contains sexual content. I will put an asterisk as a marker for those who want to skip it!

April woke up to the feeling of strong arms holding her on the couch. The tv was still on and she could hear the indistinguishable sounds of dialogue between characters. She could feel him against her back. They must have fallen asleep while watching the show and ended up in this position. She knew she had no right to be in this position and the respectful response would be for her to get up. Taking in the moment she would likely never experience again she closed her eyes and settled into the hug.

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Ramee watched the woman strip off her clothes and leave a trail that lead to the bathroom. He followed it like a lost boy trying to find his way home. Standing by the bathroom door he stared at the woman who winked at him as she slinked into the shower. His breathing sped up. His heart was racing as the room filled itself with steam from the hot water. His imagination was moving at the speed of light. He felt like he was in a trance. Someone could hold him up and he would be defenseless.

The man wanted to be truly selfish. He had been good for the past few months, one sin couldn't be so bad. He deserved to indulge just this once. He languidly took off his clothes, put them where they couldn't get wet and walked towards the shower. When he entered the shower the woman faced him with a knowing smirk. She had expected him to follow. He was on her leash and the only option was to follow. Resistance would have led to him suffocating. He chose this path for himself so he breathed in her air deeply. He tilted his head up as he finally kissed the temptress in front of him. She moaned into the kiss and whispered his name like a sweet secret. The warm water hit against their bodies as they kissed. He knew that shower sex lent itself to being awkward and someone could hurt themselves so he carried the slender woman to her bed. It had felt like the longest walk of his life. The redhead was softly brushing against his ears and neck giving them a lick leaving cold trails all over his hot body. Their naked bodies were on each other and the friction made him come alive.

When he finally reached the bed she carefully unwrapped her legs from his naked torso. He placed her on the bed carefully and just stared at her for a few long seconds. He kissed the soles of her feet and each of her toes as he trailed his way slowly up her leg. He had been waiting on this for so long that he wanted to take his time and discover all the secrets that lay within her. For so many months he watched the woman from afar as she entertained weak imitations of him. He felt like a man in a desert. Whenever he thought he was close to water he found out that it was merely a mirage. This time though, he found his water source. When he reached the apex of her thighs he took a deep breath. She smelled heady and her musk invited him in. He felt high on her. He gave her a gentle kiss and like a man on a desert who tasted his first sip of water he goes back in for more. The vixen gasps and grabs on to his head. He cursed cutting his hair short in that moment but his thoughts were redirected when she grabbed at his shoulder blades and arms and everywhere she could reach as she was sinking further into pleasure. He gave her lips a passionate kiss and a tentative lick. When he heard her loud moan he was encouraging to go deeper. The room was filled with their panting and their moans. He kissed her as if he was offering her benediction. He could swear he found heaven, at the very least it was utopia. April clawed at his back leaving painfully good trails of encouragement. He cursed in Arabic.

He was wrong. This was not heaven. It couldn't have been. It was too sinfully good to be anything of gods. He couldn't have entered heavens gates for doing something so morally incorrect while his fiancée slept alone at home. He ate her like a starving man and he was greedy for her climax. She released a cry of satisfaction. Her river flowed more juices to quench the mans thirst. He dove in head first her wetness and felt like he was drowning. He let out a groan as he said her name. Over and over he gasped her name into the ocean echoes. He was drowning in the attention of the siren. He was lost in time and in her essence. He had found himself a home in between her legs and didn't want to leave. The siren scratched at his back as motivation to continue. Like he had been good. Like he was good. Like being bad was good enough for her because they were both the villains.