Night of Thunder (TulMax / MaxTul) - FF

#3 - Room

In the few moments that it had taken us to walk from the cozy kitchen, down the stone staircase to this room, only one thought had occupied my mind.

The little excerpt that I had read just moments ago had teased at my carnal senses.

I just couldn't help wondering what if this guy were to actually perform it for me.

He certainly had the goods even if I had yet to see it.

But it was more than just his body that I wanted to sample, to taste. I was curious. I wanted to know more about him. He was like this elusive ghost light, a willo-the-wisp teasing at my senses.

There was something dangerous about him. And yet something familiar. I felt like a moth being drawn to his fire.

As he opened the door and stepped in, his words echoed like a siren in my ears.

Had I just stepped into his trap.

~~~xxx~~~

The sexual tension was thick. It's like this all encompassing cloying dampness surrounding you.

Not like the soft fluffy feeling of floating on cloud nine.

This is the exact opposite. It is like sinking into a mire of quicksand. 

I hold the door open for him to walk in. The candle held securely in one hand is casting a warm glow, illuminating the dark room ever so slightly.

I find his expressive face captivating and entrancing.

Watching his eyes go from sultry to curious and from curious to amazed is a treat.

He is nibbling his lower lip, trying hard to hold back the amusement which is threatening to curve his perfect lips into a smile.

I am curious about what he had been thinking or what he was finding so amusing.

~~~xxx~~~

After the suspensful buildup I had certainly not expected to walk into a cozy library. In the dim illumination of the candle light I could see 3 of the walls covered in floor to ceiling bookshelves.

In the centre of the room was a loveseat whose colour I couldn't determine in the dim light. Placed at a right angle with the loveseat was a plush 3 seater couch, which from the dull sheen I was sure was definitely upholstered in faux leather. And in front of it was a decent sized coffee table.

My imagination can certainly dish out some vivid scenarios when my mind is aroused. And right now I could clearly imagine his naked body draped over the leather sofa exclusively for my pleasure.

But the huge wood desk in front of the 4th wall which was adjacent to the door had my mind shifting into turbo mode.

How I would love to hold him face down on that table while I thrust into him. 

Just the image is enough for my cock to bulge in painful arousal, fighting to break the confinements of my clothing.

I bite down hard on my lower lip to hold in the moan which is ready to burst from my throat.

~~~xxx~~~

I know he had been reading that little part that I had left incomplete, because my brain just couldn't come up with something seductive enough to make me cum that day.

Had he been thinking about that I wonder.

I can see the amusement vanish from his eyes as his eyes fell first on the leather couch and then as it shifted to the old Mahogany desk was totally replaced by lust.