The Virgin Curse[Completed]

Chapter 4 Is This Really A Dream?

Chapter 4

Is This Really A Dream?

Mirca was wide-awake now and the familiar scent that she was slowly addicted to rather she loved it made her feel more secure. She stirred and found herself sharing bed with someone.

The delectable face made her move her fingers and feel him.

She felt she was in a transcient awake yet sleepy and therefore dreaming her favorite deam.

Her French manicure lookalike nails moved on the guys forehead moving in circles playing with locks of dark hair and pushing them back to get an unrestricted view of the face that seeme to be coming out of a male model magazine.

‘What a shame? He’s a dream!’ Mirca though and continued moving her fingers down the curls of the perfectly curved thick lashes wondering the color was actually blue behind the curtains of the lashes as she remembers from last night. Her finger now reached his the center; his lips they were so pink, so thick, so full and she wanted to taste them again like she did last night but he’d pulled back.

‘Not now’ she thought naughtily and bent again for another try her heartbeat fastening as she covered the distance between the two of them swiftly.

The blue dazzlings were now looking at her and as reading the intentions of her mind they too were cloudy with lust and desire.

Looking at Mirca so close to him, his lips parted and before he could react they met.

The former one groaned as he let her have him. Were they soft, smooth and yummy!!!!

‘What are you doing? You shouldn’t. You cant’ her logical half warned her.

But….

‘Huppp!!!!’ she threw her thoughts away and wanted to be involved, dissolve and melt into what she was about to experience, the subsequent moan from the handsome hulk whose birth itself was a sin for his looks were enough to provoke a girl to shred all her clothes and bend on her knees and beg for something wild and something mind blowing that would drive her crazy and then take her to ecstasy.

‘Whoa too much’ and isn’t it true!

Soon the short and sweet kiss in which they explored nothing but their lips because the guy was too chicken to ask for entrance scared that he might loose what he was getting.

It was therefore Mirca’s turn to get bold as she moved her thin slender fingers form the locks of his hair where they were dancing rhythmically with the movements of their lips a little down to the hem of his boxer shorts.

Eden knew where this was going. He was a friend with Mirca and Mirca liked him, wanted him and so he was all in to give whatever she wanted.

Wouldn’t he be a pride of Genas if he continued exactly what Mirca had started?

The string of his boxers undone and now it was Eden’s turn to take command and therefore in one swift motion he swapped position with Mirca with him on top of her and still maintaining his weight on his own.

‘Wow!  That was an alpha move’ Mirca moaned with desire dancing in her eyes, her locks sticking all over her face which Eden was tempted to push behind her ears and feel her satin skin but both his sensory organs needed for the task were busy, one nibbling her neck and shoulders making her arch upwards and beg for more and his hand were super occupied working on her pyjama pants removing them, discovering her perfect tan legs that were curvaceous, lickable, delectable, Eden could kiss them the whole day but the urgency of passion and lust in Mirca forced him to rush. In one swift movement they were away kissing her bedroom floor.