The Metro Station

Part - 2

A candescent ray beamed on us while we were weaving our lips together in the blackness, and he seemed so ardent about me that he didn't care to be bothered by it. We both were so adamant about leaving the palpitations we've been missing for years. I balmily held both of his hands and placed a kiss on his forehead as I tiptoed towards him. He ran his hands through my hair, and it felt as serene as the sunrise as it levitated into the sky. I couldn't help but ask about our next meeting after catching a glimpse of his avid face as the metro arrived from beyond. He responded, "I'll meet you here on the same day next week at precisely the moment we held our eyes on each other." I was smouldering by the reply, but I tried to project the appearance that I had the patience to wait a full week to see him. I nearly started to get teary during those 15 seconds before we parted ways because I knew I wouldn't see his effulgent face for the next week without any contact. He pulled my petite hands away from his body and gave me a goodbye kiss before fastening the handrail at the metro. I turned around, as I couldn't bear to see him leave me, and waited until the metro was gone. I secretly wished that the next seven days could be skipped so that I could see him again and pass away in his arms. I couldn't stop thinking about him and how his chipper eyes never cease to amaze me.

In the days that followed, I relaxed and dreamt about him constantly. The day of our meeting arrived, and I donned a red vine-coloured dress with a knot in the front and wore block-heeled Mary Jane shoes with adorable white long socks with lace ruffles. I completed the ensemble with my mother's vintage Casio rose gold watch, a pair of stunning red mushroom earrings that complimented my attire, and a delicate golden snake chain. I added peach blush to my bubbly cheeks, put some winged liner on my eyes, and finished the look with glossy red lips in crimson. Ivy, my cat, asked for some belly rubs on the way out, cute name, right? When it was almost 9:30 p.m., I dashed over to the metro station where we were supposed to meet. The contemporary plan was to spend some time together at my place, introducing him to Ivy, and establishing his comfort level there. Despite how unbearably painful the wait was, I knew it was all worthwhile in the end.

As the metro came at about ten, a tall man stepped out onto the yellow line. He accentuated his appeal with a pair of loafers, a button-down white shirt, black trousers, and an evil eye pearl pendant. He smiled at me, and his presence had an unexplainable effect on me. His confident demeanour and fashionable taste had my heart fluttering. I could smell Christian Dior Homme perfume off him as he approached me, and it drove me crazy as he fiddled with his messy hair. His eyes spoke volumes, and I felt an intense connection between us, although we had only just met once. My toes were in the air as he firmly held me up as his arms were stretched wide to embrace me after we met eyes at the station. We hugged fiercely, and I wrapped my legs around his torso as he continued to walk towards the exit. I flushed and muttered in his ears, "I've missed this sensation for the past seven days, and you have no clue how deeply I desired you." I felt his heart beat against my chest, and I could tell that he was feeling the same way. His lips brushed my forehead as he whispered that he missed me too. I felt a warmth spread throughout my body as I realised that no matter what happened, I was safe in his arms.

Later, we drove to my place, where Ivy was eager to greet us. I offered him a tour, lit some scented candles, and served him cookies to make him feel at home. After taking a mouthful of the cookie, he straight away lifted me up on the kitchen counter and wrapped his big arms around my waist to pull my body closer to him while wearing an expression of astonishment. "I've already had my snack; I should now have my complete meal." He grinned and took out an ice cube from the fridge and put it in his mouth, then clamped it on my neck. The sudden coldness made me shiver, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through my body. As the ice melted against my skin, I couldn't help but let out a gasp. "You're insane," I chuckled, but the way he was looking at me made me realise that he was anything but crazy; he was just in the mood for some mischief. He slammed his cold lips into mine while playing with his dishevelled hair. I could feel his dick playing a prank on me as we kissed, causing me to whine and whimper as I moved my hips against his pelvis bone. He then loosened the knot around my chest and slid off the ice. I shivered as the chill of the ice trickled down my body. His hands lingered for a moment longer before he turned and walked away, leaving me sitting there with a cold, damp dress clinging to my skin. He took his shirt off, leaned back in, and whispered, "I hope you're ready for more." At the moment, I was so tantalised that I couldn't resist his advances. I whispered back, "Oh, I am more than ready."

I grasped his crotch and nearly pulled him out of an orgasm, leaving him breathless. He uttered, "I absolutely love it when you act impetuously like that." He rolled his eyes back to his head as I gave him a loving hickey. I put my hand on his back and began to scrape the skin with the tips of my nails. I halted from our kiss and said, "I want to breathe through your skin." "And I want to pause this moment right here and treasure it till it can last," he said, quiveringly. He steadied me a little while pulling my dress up to my hips and took it off. He took a few moments to check me out as I bit my lip. He murmured, "The highlight of the day after from having your baked cookies is having my mouth on your black lingerie." I turned my head away out of modesty while he appraised me, leaving me flabbergasted. I put my hand on his shoulder and grabbed his neck as he continued to pull me closer to him with his arms. He bites my lips as he kisses me and presses his lips against mine. "I'll have my meal in solitude in the bedroom now", he said as he lifted me up off the platform and laid me on the bed, and when he looked at us in the mirror, it was impossible to miss how ambrosial our destiny was. I smiled back as he pushed his forehead into mine after releasing his lips from mine.

I got on my knees and started unbuttoning his pants while leaving smooches. He put my hair all together in a ponytail and couldn't stop gazing at me as I did. I pulled his pants down, and I see a huge dick dangling out of his underpants. "You are so very wet, Auron, and I love it," I said as I took a peek at his steamy underwear. "Oh yes honey, you're going to love it even more when it erupts in your mouth", he continued while holding out his bulge. I nod in agreement. "It's been wanting you for the past 7 days", he whispers incoherently. My hand is firmly grasping his cock as my other one reaches down and clutches his balls. It twitched in my hands as I toyed with his tip with my tongue and balls with my finger tips. Before I could get a sloppy grip, I spit on his dick and kissed his thighs to make him feel sensual. I glanced up at him and stuck my tongue out on his cock as he pleaded, "God, you're such a blessing." I felt more ecstatic and affirmed when I looked into his glistening eyes, feeling his breath hitch as I flicked my tongue against his and blew air on top of it. He let out a low moan, and I could feel his body tensing up with pleasure. I continued to tease him, enjoying the way he responded to my touch. I began to tickle him by running my fingers in circles around his balls while I slowly stroked him with my other hand. He squirmed and laughed, but his body language showed that he was enjoying it. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Do you want me to stop?" "Oh heck nah, you best not break off the act of love." He replied with a smirk on his face. I sucked it in and heard his first groan as I kept kissing him passionately and felt the heat building between us.

I was mindful that I was making him stiffen and that this was making me feel even hotter as I throbbed it quicker and swallowed his hard thang. With each movement, I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. He reinforced his hold on my hair and pounded my face as he backed me to the hilt. He nearly spurted over as I twirled my tongue around to add some spice as I took it all in. He released himself with one last plunge, letting his head fall back as we both struggled for breath. I collapsed onto the bed beside him, feeling a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. We lay there in silence, enjoying the afterglow of our intense moment together. He kissed me on the forehead and said, "You're so amazing today." I smiled back and replied, "You yourself were a smoke show today, sir," with a wink. He chuckled and said "Well, I try my best to keep up with you." We both laughed as we carried on playing "who blinks first?" game and graciously adored each other. He stood up, caressed my hair, and then kissed me on the lips, but when he did, something appeared amiss. He got up from the bed and muttered in a deflating tone out of the blue, "I'm not sure yet if concealing a portion of myself from you is the correct thing to do."