Xandria didn't expect herself to fall for a man who was 9 years older than her. It all started with an attraction that later transformed to love. She thought he was going to be her future and forever, but what happens when things don't go according...
He sat up and brought his hands towards my face and started caressing it. I stared at him, wondering what was going through his head at that moment while he was staring at me intently like he was trying to see into my soul.
"May I?", he asked while staring at my eyes and then my lips. I nodded softly. He leaned into me and brought his lips towards mine. He kissed me so softly and lightly, almost like he was testing the waters to see if I would pull away.
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I kissed him back. I never saw it coming, but the little smile on his face during the kiss and his passion for it was why I couldn't stop him. Something in me felt alive from the little gesture and inwardly I smiled. The kiss gradually became heated and I started pulling hard on his hair while his hands were roaming along my back and neck.
My lips parted for him on their own accord, making way for him to stick his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues met and they fitted perfectly with each other. I tried swallowing his tongue, but he didn't let me. He did the swallowing instead and I didn't mind the fact we were swallowing each other's saliva.
I wasn't turned on for him yet, but I was enjoying the makeout session, I couldn't help myself but take my hand down to his crotch area and grab his cock with his pants still on. He adjusted our positions, I was below him while he was hovering over me, and he did all that without breaking the kiss.
I playfully bit his lips and giggled when he squeezed my ass softly. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, while kissing my neck, he sucked on it hard, then he went to my earlobes, kissed and bit them. He left a fiery path of passion and angst.
His free hand grabbed my waist, finding its way into my shorts. He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them softly, at this point I wanted him badly.
He pulled our bodies closer to each other and locked my legs around his waist with me feeling his manhood so close to my entrance. He began dry-humping me, I began losing my self-control gradually.
Then he slowly zipped my shorts down trailed his fingers from my stomach and slid them between my legs. When he dipped a finger inside me, I didn't resist, he used another finger to play with my clit.
"Oh my god, Carl", I moaned out in pleasure.
My wetness slowly started coating me down there, his warm and slick finger went deeper into me and my whole body reacted. I looked up at his face and saw that his jaw sharpened and his gaze began darkening.
He put another finger in me and he increased the pace. While doing that his other finger began playing with me and rubbing my clit in fast motion.
A string of soft sighs and moans fell from my lips and my legs started trembling badly, I couldn't control it. I arched my back off the bed crying out and my fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer to me.
He moved downwards and started kissing me lightly on my neck, nape of my breast and stomach and he was going lower. His kisses sent electric currents through my veins, igniting a fire I couldn't extinguish.
I grabbed his cock out of his pants and started rubbing him up and down in slow motion, I discovered he was getting more harder and it turned me on even more. I continued for a few more minutes, he started grunting and saying words like "Oh fuck", "You'll be the death of me", and "You're gonna make me cum".
I blushed hard but continued. All of a sudden, he stopped moving, then he stood up straighter and hot cum poured on my tee, hand and thighs. I was awed and gasped out.
With just a few more strokes of his fingers and me reaching my climax, I squirted all over his fingers.
With the realisation of what happened, he started apologising profusely and went to grab a small towel, damped it and started wiping me off from the areas his cum was on me.
I tried standing up but I stumbled, my legs wobbly, barely able to support me. The memory of his touch lingered on my skin, searing and tender all at once. I could still taste him on my lips. The ache between my thighs was a sweet torment, I certainly wanted more of him, I wanted him buried deep inside me.
I turned to look at him and tilted my head sideways. My body hummed with desire, every nerve alive and craving more. The intense stare he was giving me was certainly not helping matters.
