(Warning: Mature Content ahead)
I giggled as Rhett’s strong hands lifted me, grabbing my ass firmly like a cushion. He had a wide grin on his face as he began kissing me on the neck.
I moaned softly, wrapping my hands around his neck for a little support. He proceeded to carry me to the stairs, leading us to his room. The last three times we’d had sex had also been there.
Argh! It was kinda weird and surreal. Talking and thinking so freely about having sex with Rhett? If someone had told me we’d get to this stage, I would’ve called them crazy.
"Gosh, that tickles!" I couldn’t hold it in anymore and chuckled hysterically when his lips grazed my neck again. I was becoming breathless, my hands tracing his chest as he basically sprinted to the bedroom.
It was only after we’d gotten there that he replied. "Oh, sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the beating of my own heart."
A blush crept on my face when I heard those words.
He wasn’t wrong, I could hear his heart beating erratically even now that we were in the room. But it wasn’t because of nervousness or anything like that. I could tell that he was desperate to have me right now.
I could see it in his eyes. The way they scanned my body like a scrumptious piece of chicken waiting to be devoured made me blush yet again. The way his lips grazed mine and my neck too sent shivers through my entire being. In a good way, of course.
He dropped me carefully on the ground, his eyes silently scrutinizing me. I saw them move from my hair to my neck where his mate mark was, to the dress I wore, and then back up to my lips. He was mesmerized and that was flattering enough, but he still went ahead to speak...
"You’re... You’re a work of art, Isleen." He mumbled incoherently, his eyes seeming lost as he stared into mine.
I was transfixed. Dazed even. I felt like a deer facing headlights under his gaze. His eyes brimmed with desire. His breathing got more and more raspier.
Fuck it, he wants me and I want him too.
Without saying a word, I leaned in, kissing him with way more intensity than I’d planned. But it didn’t matter, since he kissed me back, matching my intensity.
We stumbled around the room as we tried to get each other’s clothes off.
I hastily removed his coat. Then the white long-sleeve shirt underneath, finally getting to see his hard, chiseled abs and chest. I couldn’t help myself as I licked my lips, not minding how lewd I looked.
The scent of our arousal filled the air— an enticing mix of pheromones, sweat, and our raspy breaths. It was like the very air in the room was heavy with our desire.
A mischievous smirk crept up my face as I got down on my knees. My fingers traced down his chest, to his stomach, all the way through his ’happy trail’. He moaned softly, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he braced himself for the inevitable.
I’d never given him head before. I think. My memories from the night I was influenced by the aphrodisiac were still pretty much fuzzy anyway.
I will make new ones today. I’d make new ones every chance I got to be intimate with him.
My fingers finally got to his hard dick, which was still throbbing... Trapped underneath his boxer briefs. I helped him pull off the underwear, leaving his dick to be shown the grace of receiving some air under all that pleasure. Sorry, I meant pressure.
It was red at the tip and was already dripping with pre-cum. I used my tongue to trace circles around the tip, causing Rhett to grip my hair even tighter. But I didn’t stop there, as I traced a line from the tip to the girth with my tongue, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum to make his dick even stickier.
The taste of his pre-cum in my mouth was salty but carried this weird sweetness that made me want more. So, without any warning, I took the entirety of his dick into my mouth, watching from below with glee as he let out a groan.
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