⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝Those sweet lips. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀My, oh my, I could kiss ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀those lips all night long.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Good things come to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀those who wait.❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀–Jess C. Scott ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⌐special times for a ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀special kind of affection.¬
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THIS MAN ⠀⠀⠀DREAMS ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀FOR SOMETHING ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BY PRACTICED NATURE, his calloused fingertips patiently browsed the soft folds of the exposed body, exploring and relishing in every detail like an avid observer at a museum. His hands left marks quite like a paintbrush dancing on a canvas, in symbolism that the art piece before him was his and his only.
He did an excellent job selecting this piece.
The dark hair of the individual before him acted as a curtain for the most intimate parts of her chest, enticing every gaze of the lustful man laying between her open legs. Despite the elevated part of her upper-body not comparing to those of others, he couldn't help but admire the way her hair complimented the dark skin, and wondered what hid underneath it.
Every aspect of the vixen had men wondering what hid underneath–it was hard not to drink in the sight of her like a soul deprived of years of hydration. Too bad the delectable drink in his vision was only his to drink up, and one he'd enjoy in private.
"Please me." The words were barely a whisper sneaking out of the cherry-red folds of the woman's mouth–ones stained by lipstick, expensive wine, and tempting words of seduction. Next to her legs, usually elongated by brand-name heels, the woman's full lips were the pinnacle of her beauty, and an alluring body part to a specific man's tongue.
And so he complied to her wishes.
The roughened palms once wandering the sex doll's society-fit stomach were now pushing aside her hair, exposing the darkened buds that reassured the man that he wasn't the only one aroused. Her breasts were far from any impressive size, yet the petiteness of the caramel-colored cups excited him just as much as if they were large.
"Touch me right there." It wasn't a question, rather a soft command backed up with impatience and awaited pleasure. Her gaze was fixated upon his paused hands situated by her nipples–an act alone that was enough to make her want to sing a chorus of moans.
The small nature of the girl's hands found the largeness of the allured man's, tightening a grip on them and drawing them to her nipples. His touch immediately sent her brain haywire–the least she could do being closing her eyes again. His fingertips were a masseur to the perky buds as he continually twirled and rubbed them.
Soon enough, the only audible sound in the room became the quickened breaths of the tangled individuals. Excitement floated through the air with the growing scent of arousal, intensifying the hot-factor of the moment by ten-fold. Never had either of them known the pleasure that came with flushing ones body against another.
Much like an art session dealing with clay, the two molded together. Their body types seemed to fit like puzzle pieces–his body in between her legs, her arms around his waist, his intimates connected with hers. . .
At this point, the man's thoughts only revolved around the victory of having the masterpiece he wanted. It was a dream of his ever since his gaze fell upon the beauty, and success played like a stuck song over and over in his head.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀this chapter was ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kind of shitty ??? But I'm ⠀⠀⠀⠀kinda shitty so I guess it adds up!! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Anyways, I hope you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀enjoyed the first short story ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀apart of this collection of ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀short stories. Despite me basically ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sucking at writing, this is one ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀of my favs and I love the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀man's interest in the girl
I may one day make this a full story??? Who knows, I gotta stop being lazy first
