Be(f)ore the Storm pt 5… the way he kisses

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……5

He stared down at me and I could tell he was fighting an internal battle, but I was done fighting, I was ready to give myself to him if he wanted. I was ready for him to take anything he dared to take. And my guilt was taken over by my insatiable hunger to finally have this man show me what he promised when he first messaged me:

“The way you articulate your story with a precise description of what happens is so hot I’m 22 and I’d literally fuck you like I love you. your curvy physique gives me a massive hard on I’ll be at work thinking about.”

Flattery gets you everywhere…

Not to mention, kid literally used the phrase “I love you” in his first message to me.

Yes, yes, I know. 22.

There I was sitting in my 30’s and this 22 year old wanted me. I knew what 22 year old women looked like, I mean I matched them in every way… but he didn’t even know what my face looked like and he was already writing about love. Well… “fucking me like he loved me…”

He was 24 now. If that makes you feel any better. I mean, I just tried not to think about it, because the man was so far beyond being a child that it didn’t even feel like he was so young. Not that 22 is a child. But it’s just so young. Even our conversations felt too deep to be coming from someone so young. He was more mature in his thoughts than most men my age.

I couldn’t help myself. He was immediately charming to me and I wanted to learn more.

And then I just wanted more.

We had no idea how quickly this would actually feel like love. Like *love*-love.

I brought myself back to the man internally struggling with taking what he came to take and fearing everything he would lose by taking it.

What he didn’t realize was what I already knew with age and wisdom: he had lost that battle a long time ago. The final piece wasn’t gonna change how he felt, but it was gonna make him hungry for more.

I continued to stare into his gorgeous eyes as my tongue teased his thumb, my lips gently tugging at the tip.

As he struggled internally I could tell his body was now fighting against him. His cock was hard, I felt every glorious inch pressed against me as he pinned me beneath him.

He had already predicted my next move because his grip on my wrists tightened and I felt myself squirming beneath him.

I knew I wasn’t being fair, but I didn’t come this far to be pinned beneath my secret lover without even knowing the taste of his—

And suddenly I knew—

His lips were on mine and I felt his tongue hungrily slip inside searching for mine. I melted into him, loving his body pressed heavy into mine, unable to do anything. A captive beneath his glorious body.

Finally his hand released my wrists and we were both touching and exploring each other’s bodies. I was tugging at the hem of his black tee at this point desperately trying to get it over his head, but he didn’t want our lips to separate.

His mouth felt urgent, like if he didn’t act quickly it would all disappear. I gasped for air when he finally relented, sat up quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. I barely had a moment to catch my breath when he leaned back down and pressed his lips on to mine. My heart was pounding and I couldn’t catch my breath between his insatiable kisses.

But I needed a moment and I pushed back on his chest, my hands touching the skin stretched tight against his thick muscular chest.

I took a moment to admire his body, broad and wide, strong and safe. From his wide broad shoulders down his strong protruding pecks, my eyes slipped down to his small waist and hard defined abs.

“I’ve been pushing hard to be everything you wanted,” he murmured, his eyes watching mine as I soaked him in. “Gym everyday, I wanted to be able to lift you without hesitation. I bench double your weight.” He bragged.

*So that’s why he asked.*

I didn’t mind. I loved the results. But it wasn’t his body that I fell for and he knew that.

I mean… it didn’t hurt. He was quite something.

I looked up at him. “You’re so beautiful.”

He shook his head. “I don’t compare to you, my goddess.”

I melted. Goddamnit James.

NSFW: yes

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