Curved Edges ✔

(59) Arousing Ama

>>>> Another sexy chapter. You have been warned. >>>>

♡ AMA

I walk into the laundry room, wearing my silk robe and nothing else. I hum as I walk up to the washing machine and wait for it to be done. I lean against the wall and slide my hand into my robe to massage my boob, rubbing my nipple between my thumb and index finger and sighing softly.

I see his eyes in my mind, feel his lips on mine. I touch my lips with my fingertips and jump up when the washing machine beeps.

I bend down to take my lingerie from the machine and hang it up on the line spanned across the room. I smile at the sight of the different colored thongs and bras. I like variety in all areas of my life. Lingerie, clothes, food, work, men...

My mind drifts to the man occupying my mind ever since I bumped into him.

I load the washing machine with the sheets I pulled from my bed earlier, add my favorite detergent and fabric softener, and get it started. 

I lean my hands on the top of the vibrating machine and feel his hand brush my hair aside. His hot breath hits my skin before his lips press down on my neck. I stand up and tilt my head to the side to allow him better access as he places open-mouthed kisses down to my shoulder. 

He wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls me into him. His erection pressing against my ass and a soft moan escaping me.

Both of his hands slide down to pull at the bow keeping my robe closed. He pulls at it slowly, letting the robe fall open. His hands slide up, pushing the robe down my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. The silk sliding down my skin gives me goosebumps and his hands moving to the front and cupping my boobs sends shivers down my spine. He kneads them gently, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.

I put my hands back on the washing machine for support because his touch has me weak in the knees. His voice sounds a bit hoarse when he says: "So soft. So beautiful." 

His right hand slides down my belly and further down to cup my throbbing core. I suck in a breath, but his hand doesn't move. It just rests there, like he's waiting for permission. He continues to play with my nipple as he licks my neck with the tip of his tongue. His erection even harder now, rubbing against my ass.

I try to look over my shoulder, but he whispers: "Just tell me what you want sexy lady." 

I want to, but my voice is not working at all. All these sensations shooting through my body make it hard to stand, let alone talk. All I can think of is his big, warm hand resting on my moist center. I put my hand on top of his and push his middle finger down with mine, bucking my hips as soon as the pressure is just right.

I moan and lean back against his chest, reaching my arm back to grab his hair. He runs his fingers down my folds and back up, bending his middle finger down as he reaches my clit. He continues the featherlight touch and combines it with that one long stroke across my clit, making my knees give out. 

I moan and close my eyes, trying to enjoy this to the fullest.

His lips touch my ear and he says: "Turn around for me beautiful." 

I turn around but feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. 

His index finger gently pushes up against my chin as his deep voice sounds through the room, "Look at me Ama." 

I look up and see the desire burning in his dilated pupils. A sexy smile appearing on his lips as his eyes roam over my body.

His hands find their way to my waist and he lifts me onto the washing machine, pushing my legs apart with his leg. He steps in between them and looks down at my glistening folds. His right hand starts to rub my pussy again, slow and steady. He stares down at it in fascination and just as I'm about to feel embarrassed, his middle finger slides between my labia.