Sin & Savior

CHAPTER 4, PART 1

"Pardon my straightforwardness, but... you and my wife look identical. And I am NOT a married man," he said teasingly. As he continued to speak, she felt herself blushing deeply through her hazel skin under his gaze. She couldn't help feeling flattered and confused by his comments about her resemblance to his wife. Her heart raced, both with excitement and uncertainty about what was yet to come. Taking a deep breath before responding softly in her gentle Midwestern accent, "Well... thank you for saying so, Mr. Manley." She bit her lower lip nervously, trying to maintain her composure while also subtly moving closer to him. Her slim fingers began fiddling with the hem of her shirt, hesitantly tugging it upwards and revealing more of her toned stomach muscles hidden underneath. The fabric eventually reached her décolleté, exposing her perky breasts encased within the lacy bordeaux-burgundy adorning the trunk of her voluptuous Rubenesque figure. She slowly raised her head towards him, meeting his intense stare as she gently swayed her hips back and forth invitingly.

Squatting down, kissing the full length of her abs entirely across, and licking her from belly-button to lace, supporting his balance with his hands firmly gripping her ass while he wound his way upward with slick, spiraling strokes: he spoke to her in affectionate tones, "You... are a work of art. Positively stunning in every photograph, and yet... you look even better in person," he said, before drawing her in closer to him by the cheeks of her ass. "And I know you taste even better," he stated, winding his way upright, and pecking her lips with soft kisses, until she finally invited his tongue inside. As his hot breath brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine, Maria could no longer playfully resist his advances. She moaned softly into his mouth when he finally kissed her, warmly and passionately, letting out small whimpers of pleasure as they eagerly explored one another's tongues. His rough hands kneaded her firm, tight cheeks and added fuel to the fire burning inside her; she was ready for anything he wanted to do now. With trembling fingers, she reached behind her back to unclasp her brassiere before pushing it off over her shoulders, revealing her perfectly round breasts free from their constraint. They jiggled slightly as she moved further into him, offering them up to him as an offering.

When they met: she had encountered a man unlike any other she'd ever met or worked with before: a renowned social psychologist of international acclaim, known for his unique approach in capturing the true beauty of humanity in all its perfections and all of its flaws. As he adjusted his hands and directed her body with unaccustomed flair: she found herself mesmerized by his talent at identifying the vision of what he chose to make manifest within the world, and the adroit deftness with which he'd used the power of emotion he was capable of invoking with his thoughts to bring it into being. "I've never felt so understood by any man before," she stammered, taken over by the aura of his presence. She began dancing in his arms, a mesmerizing belly dance: her body moving gracefully in complex rhythms. Every swirl of her intricately beaded waist placed his eyes in an entranced state, lost within the magnetic pull of her dance. "You analyze the human brain and body more frequently than you sleep. Tonight: allow me the pleasure. My curiosity to know the stories your hips tell, the hills and valleys you have traveled and walked... your pull is too powerful to ignore. I'm going to cum inside of you. And you are going to become one with me tonight." She was taken aback by his directness. He was so bold, but even more intriguing. She'd hesitantly arrived at his home, after a handshake like a hand grenade exploded into her palm. Feeling the warmth, now, of his body against hers: she sensed raw, pure energy emanating from him — exciting her blood more than any other man had ever done before — and sending her heart off and onto the races. She responded to him honestly... "You will be held fully responsible for every decision you make here tonight, Mr. Manley. Choose your words, and your missions, wisely," she said, both with defiance and invitation laced in her ladled words. She decided to continue teasing him further, twirling her fingertips around his nipples, wondering curiously exactly just how far he was willing to go.