The Metro Station

Part - 3

As I lost myself in the moment with him, the fear that had been lurking in the back of my mind vanished. I felt comfortable and secure as he plastered a smile on his face and pursed his lips at me. With him by my side, I felt as though I could face and conquer any hardship, but the thought of him concealing himself was still on my mind, and I was eager to know about it. I couldn't help but wonder if there were parts of him that he kept hidden, and I yearned to uncover the depths of his true self. The curiosity tugged at me, urging me to delve deeper into his secrets and unravel the mysteries that lay within him. The corner of his eyes crinkled as he looked me in the eyes, and I questioned him, "What have you been keeping from me, baby? Talk to me." I gently babbled as I held and caressed his face while sitting on his lap. His pupils dilated and his face turned purple as he pleaded, which perplexed me a little but made me want to hear what he had to say. He pulled me with his shaky hands to sit next to him, drew closer, and said, before you say anything, can we finish what we started? faking his smile, "I'll explain everything later," and he settled in to turn me around and pull my hair aside. "You've done enough for me; now all I ask is that you trust me." He gently brushed my ears with his soft voice, snatching my neck from behind, nibbling his lips on my ears and drawing back in a snarl, kissing me all the way to my shoulders as I chewed on my bottom lips. "Auron, I trust you with my life, okay?" He placed his hand down my thighs, pulled my pliant hips, slid his hands up to my vertical lips, and massaged them. It was thrilling to feel the crescendo all over my body as he continued to explore every inch of it with his exquisite touch. The intensity of his moves sent waves of pleasure through me, making it impossible to resist entirely committing to the moment. As he stimulated me down there, I glared at him as my heart raced with anticipation and his touch ignited a fiery desire within me. He groped my breasts and went bonkers on them. "That's like my baby; I absolutely love it when you are struck speechless like that as it makes me want to play with them more." He smirked as he focused on my firm breasts and topical anesthetic, causing an amazing convergence of sensations to push me even closer to the edge of joy. He pinned me to the bed while turning me around and prodding my clit. As he hit my slick spot, I supined myself and gushed to him, "Mhmm, yes this tingles so good, keep going." He choked me as I spread my legs and fetched a pillow from behind, placing it behind my lower back and pressing his hand onto my abdominals. The increased pressure intensified the pleasure pouring through me, causing my breath to hitch and my moans to grow louder and brittle. As he sucked on my clit, my thighs began to twitch. He kept watching me as he sucked even harder and devoured it, causing my legs to tremble in the slippery wetness. "Don't come at me if you're limping." he said as I could feel my body arching and crying his name in response to his touch. Each flick of his tongue sent trails of fire, building up an intense climax that I could no longer hold back. I sighed "Don't worry, baby, I've got you to pick me up and take me places." He paused before our lips touched, pinching my rosy tips on my plump tits, his jaw tightening as we kissed, and using his sloopy tongue to snap my mouth shut as I took a breath, feeling hazy. He swiftly slipped two fingers, pumped in and out, pressed his nose against the inside of my thigh, and lapped my clit all over. He crushed me with his muscular arms while I tried to hold back my sob and panted, "Ugh, these fleeting shockwaves are turning me on." Every nerve ending seemed to come alive as he spit on it and ran his fingers in circles, his other hand pulling four fingers pounding in and his lips playing around my waist." He rolled my hips together and faced them against the bed, arching my back up on all fours. "Your musky cum is so rich that I want to be drenched in it." His words poured out like a river, dredging up clear images in my head and a hint of seductive melody inside of me as I drowned in pleasure. He spat on it, tapped his thump on my prostate, reaching around to taste it while kneeling behind me. He puffed air on top of it while fondling my ass and clenching both his hands around my clit and ass. I came over his face as he continued to run farther and jerked compulsively. As he smacked them and left me reeling, he backed up and ran to grab rubber to cover him, and while he was gone, the thoughts of it kept rattling my head again. He returned in a solemn tone, "I can't find a condom, I'm so sorry." I calmed his nerves by reassuring him while patting his head, "Maybe we take a rain check on this. Why don't you tell me what you've been withholding from me since the beginning now?" I sensed the weight of his secret as he peered at me with relief and remorse. I knew this was the turning point in our relationship, and I braced myself for what he was about to reveal. The room fell silent as he took a deep breath and I prepared myself to listen with an open heart and mind.