WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA

Chapter 9

From that day forth, their encounters became increasingly frequent, confined to the same room and same activities. However, the noticeable shift lay in the heightened passion and connection that enveloped them.

The once hesitant hands that graced his skin now exuded confidence and assertiveness. Moans, formerly concealed or subdued, now cascaded freely into her ears and hers alone.

He found himself relishing every touch and gesture, savoring her every action, while she eagerly anticipated the sight of his face flushing under the influence of her hands.

Their meetings had evolved into a cherished habit, a private playtime secluded from the judgments of others, and even their own.

This peculiar connection held distinct meanings for both. To him, it was akin to a blossoming seed, requiring time to flourish and transform into a fruitful connection. For her, it was a mere fruit of temporary satisfaction, a fleeting indulgence.

Each day he met her bright smile and welcoming arms, elevating the meter of affection in his heart, while she met his shy smile, ready to ease her frustrations by sliding her hands upon his body.

Their latest encounter unfolded sensually, like always. Her hands were eagerly venturing beneath the white t-shirt he wore, while his hands remained securely wrapped around her neck.

She was kissing him with sheer passion, as she had been waiting for half an hour for him to arrive, her lips not giving him a moment of rest.

"What took you so long?" She inquired in between the kiss, her lips insatiable, while he apologized, citing a teacher's extended discussion about an assignment.

"Your teachers are so annoying!" she grumbled as her fingers found his nipples, pinning him against the wall beside the door, as her tongue explored where she had previously kissed him.

He had already been eager to meet her. His body was quivering with just the thoughts of her hands throughout the day. And when he met her, his eagerness doubled, his body almost on fire.

She began gently rubbing his nipples, seeking to infuse him with mind-bending pleasure, causing his pants to strain with his hard shaft.

His nipples, which already had been bruised multiple times before with her tongue, lips, teeth, and whatnot had become sensitive. So, each touch was stinging his body down to his waist.

Eyes closed and mind adrift, his mild whimpers accompanied the sensations when suddenly, her tongue swirled around his nipples, each lick sending pure ecstasy through his nerves.

In an attempt to stifle loud moans, he quickly covered his mouth, mindful that they had been in trouble once because of how loud his moans were.

"Nghh--- gentle, please!" he whimpered, though her tongue was gentle, his already swollen nipples were intensifying with each flick.

She listened to him for a while but swiftly started sucking his nipples aggressively. His moans were triggering her. "Leena, please!" He moaned and quickly bit down on his lower lip, watching her not listen to him even a bit.

She continued, and included her teeth to the greasy play, altering his nipples into cherries while his head was devising how to soothe them later. He did not want to get aroused and reminisce about her acts every time his shirt would brush over his nipples.

Thinking of her touch constantly and every day was not morally healthy, and he acknowledged it, as it was turning him into a new being, permeated with desire and sloppy imagination.

She eventually faced Bliss and turned him around, his hands landing on the cold wall. Her hands were hasty to unbuckle his pants and slip into his underwear, eager to feel how hard he had become.