In Disguise

chapter five

Sexual content!! skip if not comfortable.

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The buttons were a pain in the ass to get a hold of, and it seemed easier to just rip open the shirt, letting the buttons flew everywhere and that might also be a turn on for guys. I don't know really, but I didn't take the risk.  I unbuttoned his shirt button at a time until I got to the bottom just using enough force to tear them apart. All in that time he managed to get hold of the zipper on the dress which so happened to be on the back so he tenderly kissed down-letting the dress pool down to my feet when he stood me up. The soft material of his dress shirt was thrown to the side- a shame I didn't see him in it- landing on the floor with a small scratch the wooden floor.

My hands roamed his broad chest, my hands moving everywhere, feeling his faint six-pack and v-line. His kisses were wet and sloppy moving from behind my ear to my shoulder and around my chest. I was still clad in my navy blue lingerie and he in only his pants-well not for long-. I grabbed the top of his belt and slammed him into me, his lips meeting mine in a hungry and sloppy kiss. My hands were able to unbuckle his belt, my fingers working on the buttons and zipper, zipping it down slowly as we still kissed.

Before letting his jeans pool at his ankles I felt his chest once again. His skin was hot against my semi-warm hands, and my hands were long enough for them to reach over his shoulders and feel his muscles contrast as his hands roamed my body, his hands were soft yet rough, but it seemed as if he were just touching me with his fingertips. I on the contrary let my hands explore every inch, stopping at the top of his jeans. Without over thinking it I let my fingers slide a bit inside.

His breath hitched as my hand got lower but that didn't halt his movements. The palm of my hand folded and I was able to grip his jeans before pushing them down. I guess that's not the only thing that came off because all I could feel was skin- meaning his what I presume silk boxers also went down along with his jeans.

He walked backwards, my feet moving from the wooden floor to the soft, warm fluffy carpet. My toes wiggled in appreciation as I followed in his footsteps. His hands seemed to do wonders because before I knew what was happening, my bra was sliding across the floor on the other side of the room.

The rough pad of his thumbs played with my hardened nipple as his large hands massaged them. I loud moan echoed through the room as I threw my head back in pleasure. My eyes couldn't remain opened so I closed them. His lips trailed along my neck leaving wet sloppy open mouthed kisses placing me on the bed with one of his warm hands on the bottom of my back. 

I had to think of something that seemed neutral so he wouldn't be the one pleasuring me although I'm not going to lie I was enjoying this- I was enjoying this very much-. I ranked my brain quickly for something but it was all blurry, all I could think of were his big soft hands touching me. Thinking quickly and fast I made it seemed normal, as I flipped us over and my lips trailed down his chest and neck. My hand trailed down slowly skimming over his hot flush skin, as it trailed down lower and  lower.  His loud moan made me smirk lightly against his skin as my hand wrapped itself around his bulge that kept hitting against my thigh, my hand slowly pumping.

Even when he flipped us over I didn't stop my movements, I only pumped faster. His hands messaged my breasts his face in the crook of my neck letting out groans and moans that seemed to echo against the walls, some tumbled out of my lips but there were few. Not having anything else to do he let the rest of my clothing fall to the floor.

We were both bare, and it seemed to be getting more intense by the minute. Not a single word was said though. Normally the guy would demand me  do something, but he didn't. He just seemed to be the quiet guy or he was winging it. Either way he was doing a pretty good damn job at it. Most guys would be so dominant I couldn't even put up with it so I got straight to the point and held a gun at their face demanding them to give me answers. And so I almost always dominated, but I liked how he dominated even though I was pleasuring him, and him me.