Forbidden Desires

Aiyana felt Chris' lips against her own, enough and yet soft. There was an urgency in his kiss and yet it felt unhurried. It was like being kissed for the first time.

The hands that were around her waist slowly slid down to her buŧŧ, lifting her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. His ċȯċk delicious pressing against her ċunt.

He walked to the bed and lay down taking her along with him. Aiyana pushed his body away to lay him flat on the bed, she simply just watched him. Resting her hands on his ċhėst, feeling his skin heat against her palm. Slowly she let the first buŧŧon pop open, exposing his entire neck. She bent down to lick his jaw, curling her tongue like she had tasted her ecstasy. Following the path to his Adam's apple. She stayed a moment longer there. Her teeth digging in just enough to feel but not enough to be uncomfortable before she suċkėd at it.

All the while exposing his skin further and further below. Her finger simultaneously brushing along the exposed skin. Her lips following her hands. Pushing his shirt to expose his ċhėst she licked along his skin. Her teeth again digging into the skin right above his right nɨppŀė. Her lips spread in an 'O', suċkɨnġ at his skin.

Chris mȯȧnėd in response to her possessive hickey, feeling the tip of her tongue twirl around the mark she left on his skin.

Skimming lower she brushed her lower lip against his right nɨppŀė before opening her mouth and repeating her movements against his nɨppŀė. A mȯȧn involuntarily escaped his lips.

"Fuck Aiyana. You're going to unman me!"

With a smile Aiyana moved lower moving to lick his abs, swirling along each line, letting her teeth occasionally latch on his skin and finally reached his hip.

"You really should get wet in the rain more often. You look absolutely delicious and wet. Your body is like a fuċkɨnġ siren right now..."

Aiyana dipped a finger into the waistband of Chris's jean, feeling the smooth skin underneath, bending down again to bite his hip.

Her fingers tentatively unbuttoned his Jean's, drawing out the loud clank of the metal giving away, freeing his ċȯċk from the tight confines.

Greedily she watched the single drop of precum glisten on his head. She was finally going to taste him.

Letting the top of her tongue reach out to meet his head, she nearly jerked at the way he tasted. Warm and salty. Enough to make heat spread between her legs.

Taking her own sweet time, she finally parted her lips, drawing his hard shaft into her mouth. Each inch swelling under the touch of her lips until he was completely inside her.

"Fuck Aiyana!" Chris ġrȯȧnėd.

His passive stance changed, he could no longer control himself. His fingers laced into her thick red mass, his neck craned to watch her head bob his dɨċk in and out of her sweet little mouth. Feeling her tongue twist in circles around his sėnsɨtɨvė skin.

"Oh fuċk! Jesus fuċkɨnġ Christ woman. Do you have no gag reflex!"

Chris tried to pry her away after a few more strokes but she was resolute.

"Baby please.. I want to have sėx with you. If you keep going that will not happen anytime soon."

Aiyana did not stop, heady with the power and his taste on her tongue, she could almost not make herself stop. She was addicted to his taste.

Chris' grip got tighter begging her to stop, until he finally succeeded pulling her away. Her lips leaving his ċȯċk with a loud pop. Their eyes met as she collected the few drops that had spilt and suċkėd at her finger.

Chris decided that he need a few minutes to himself if he wanted to continue with his little minx without embarrassing himself. Placing her on the mattress he pulled up his jeans saying, "I'll be back in a minute baby."

Aiyana eyed his ȧss as he walked out of the room for whatever it is he wanted to do.