Aramis jammed Ariel against the granite counter top of the kitchen and forcefully planted his lips against her pink succulent ones. Ariel moaned in pleasure as Aramis worked his mouth against hers, grinding his groin against her hips, Ariel felt his stiffening member on her thigh and her core moistened in anticipation. Aramis lifted Ariel up and she wrapped her arms around his waist while he carried her to his bedroom.
Aramis pinned Ariel onto the bed and dug his fingers into the hem of her panties, sliding them down past her knees and discarding them across the other side of the room. He gently rubbed his nose along the expanse of her inner thigh nearing her nether regions. Aramis glanced up into Ariel's chocolatey gaze. "I wonder how many licks it takes to get to your center?" Aramis mused. His mouth then latched onto her aching pearl, he suckled on it as though he were a new born cub hungry for the juices that awaited him. Ariel wrapped her legs around Aramis' head to bring him closer to her aching core. His hot breath fanned her entrance and Ariel writhed in response. "Fuck!" she hissed.
Aramis flicked his tongue at Ariel's bundle of nerves, making her thrash and grip the bed sheets with a white knuckled fist .She gazed at him with pleading eyes; her face flushed red, sweat glistening on her forehead. And with a smirk, he eased back, and his lips brushed against her stomach, just under her crop top. He nosily trailed kisses down, sending goosebumps prickling on her arms and legs. One hand grasped her thigh and then he maneuvered right on. She gasped. Her hips arched up as she felt his breath on her once more. Stray bangs brushed against her thighs as his mouth parted. She melted. A flicker. A lap. A pant. She melted. A lick. A suck. A sensitive stroke. Her throat hummed with a primal cry that grew louder and louder. Consuming. Partaking. Worshipping. He whispered her name, with her essence on his lips. Her name. She shuddered. The heat engulfed her. And she wanted...
This
To last forever. Just this. Her lying there sprawled out on the bed, his head bopping in between her legs and...
This
Was about to end. And she felt like she was rising into the sky. Soaring like a shooting star and leaving the earth behind. So she glanced down once more and caught his eye. And opened her mouth to let out one final scream.
"Aramis.....Aramis!!!!"
Her toes curled. She clenched, trembling. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling as she buried her fingers in his hair. She was on the brink of...
Blasting
Blasting
BlasTING
"Fuck!!!" Ariel came with a mighty shout and Aramis lapped up the juices he pussy was expelling.
The Following Night.
It was late at night when Ariel was rubbing her bundle of nerves, pleasures coursing through her veins. She heard the click of her door. Light of the hallway filtered into her room. She slowly turned around and saw her big brother Aramis sliding his way into her room. He closed the door behind him and the door closed with a 'click'. Ariel quickly sat up from her position in the bed, "W-what are you doing in here Aramis?!". "I'm here for business with you Ariel" Aramis replied in a husky tone. Ariel removed the covers from her person. Aramis made his way between her legs but not just yet..
A large hand was placed on her head, strong fingers burying themselves into her long dark hair, he pushed himself into her mouth. She knew he was getting close, the feeling of his engorged cock shuddering around her lips. This was the part where the client would jerk her head back and forth, fucking her mouth until they finished. Relaxing her jaw and gag reflex, Ariel prepared herself to accept her mouth as just being another hole to be fucked.
Dropping down to his own knees he ignored her questioning and pulled her thighs apart to examine her black lace panties, similar to the ones she wore that night. He'd later blame his actions on the desire to payback her earlier efforts to bring him to climax. Glancing up at her, Aramis saw that she understood, as her hands slipped over the waistband and slid the garment down her legs and onto the floor. Hands on the inside of her thighs opening her up even more to his critical view, mocha skin gave way to light pink he noted examining her shaved center. He rested his cheek on her inner thigh bringing his fingers up into a V shape to push back her inner lips, to study her entrance. Satisfied with the view he gingerly brought his tongue from her sex from entrance to clit in one long lick.
He gripped her thighs to keep them separated from each other. Her legs trembled under the strain. He inched his face closer to her wet core and gently blew on it. A strangled moaned escaped from her plump pink lips. Her entranced oozed with readiness and let out a heady scent that made his head spin and his shaft harden. He licked his chapped lips and planted them onto her aching core. She arched her back and let out a husky moan. The man felt more daring and stuck his tongue into her quivering entrance. A sharp intake of breath pierced through the silence of the dark room.
She palmed his erection; hard as winter's ice. She caught his gaze forest green gaze and held it with her icy blue one and caught her bottom lip between her pearly whites. Her eyes shifted to his mushroom shaped tip, glistening with his essence. Her tongue made contact with the base of his manhood and trailed upwards leaving slick lubrication in its wake. She familiarized herself with every vein her tongue encountered as his shaft twitched ar the sensation. As she reached the top she summit of his manhood she licked the pre cum that decorated his tip and without warning....engorged his pulsating shaft.
He nudged his knee between her legs for her to open them wider for easy access. All the blood rushed to her face resulting in a peach colored blush dusting across her cheeks.
He took a single digit and swiped it up her slippery slit. He took the wetness and lubricated his forefinger and thumb.
"You're so moist." He smirked.
"You seem enamored with my nether region. Would you like a taste? I nicknamed it 'Hotbox' since many men are intoxicated by the time they're done with it."
A single digit slipped into her slick folds and elicited a moan from her heart shaped lips.
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Romance"You seem enamored with my nether region. Would you like a taste? I nicknamed it 'Hotbox' since many men are intoxicated by the time they're done with it."
