His compelling touch.
His slim fingers rubbing my waist.
Slowly making their way down into my underwear.
These days that's all I seemed to think about. I didn't know how much time had gone past since he saved me but it felt like years. He watched me from a chair in the corner. He seemed amused enough. Every now and then I'd make an attempt to crawl towards him which only resulted in his laughter.
"The thought of your fresh blood turns me on~"
That sentence rang through my head over and over. I looked down at the scars on my legs then looked back up at him. He was doing his own thing, sometimes looking at his phone. I began scratching at my legs, trying to open the wounds back up. Blood started to roll down my legs. I dripped on the cold floor. He looked at me and I waited patiently for him to move, but he didn't. I frowned wrapped a little bandage he'd given me around my leg. "What's your name, cutie?~" he asked.
I looked up at him and smiled "I'm Mikaela. What's your name?"
He chuckled quietly and replied with "Ichiro"
That's all that was said for the next few hours.
I was lay down on the ground, trying to get to sleep but I was freezing. I curled up into a ball trying to warm myself up. I began to feel someone pick me up. I opened my eyes and saw him. He held me gently and close to his chest which honestly felt nice. He carried me into another room which must have belonged to him. He lay me down on the bed and lay next to me, looking straight into my eyes. After a while of him doing so, I began to feel strange. I tried to look for any signs of emotion but there was none. He moved closer to me and whispered "You don't have to hurt yourself to get my attention."
He soothingly began to rub my leg as he knew it hurt. He began rubbing my inner thigh and I began to feel that sensation again. His hand came to a holt and he moved it away. he pulled the covers over his head and my lower half so I couldn't see him at all. His hands moved to my underwear as I currently didn't have any on. He slowly slid them down, past my knees and my ankles until they were completely off. "Much better~" He remarked. His tongue began to move up and down my member. I threw my head back in pleasure. It continuously leapt up and down it as the pleasure began to build up inside me.
He moved on to taking it all in his move and responded with an erotic moan. I held on to his head, guiding him.
Up
Down
Up
Down
Up
Climax
The feeling of a knot in my stomach left and I took a few seconds to breathe. Ichiro unbuckled his belt and slid down his underwear. His hand pushed my head gently towards his member. Once I got near to it, I didn't hold back and took the whole thing in. I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue around his tip. With his average body type, I expected him to be of a medium size. It was cutting it close to large, which made it harder for me to keep my mouth open. My jaw started to ache as my small mouth was being stretched apart. I momentarily looked up at him and saw that he was feeling good. Being prideful as usual, I shoved it towards the back of my throat causing me to gag. That turned him on enough to release inside of my mouth. He pulled out of mouth, his semen dripping down my lips.
He pulled me closer into a passionate kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance and of course he won. He explored my mouth breaking away for a few seconds to breathe. He trailed more love bites down my neck and began making some on my shoulders and chest. Whilst his mouth worked on my upper half, his hips did their part on my lower half. He started grinding, both of or hips clashing together forcefully in an attempt to find more pleasure. Before, when we first did this, he was clearly in control. This time around, I could tell he was losing his mind too. I took this opportunity to turn him over so that I could sit on top of him. We continued grinding each other, beginning to lose all control of our hips. His hands squeezed my ass and I moaned in sexual ecstasy. My hips moved faster than before and so did his.
He turned us back into our original position so he could take back his control. He put his hands at both sides of my waist and began moving his hips the fastest that they could go, ready to ejaculate over our hot and sweaty bodies. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he growled in my ear. He came simultaneously, our eyes rolling to the back of our heads in pure delight. His body trembled and collapsed on mine, mixing our bodily fluids as one.
Noticing our mess, he removed our shirts. We lay naked next to one another, still trying to calm down from the high we were just at. Once we caught our breath, Ichiro carried me to a bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and bubbles and slowly sat in. After getting comfortable, he stretched his arms out towards me. I came closer and let his hands grab my waist and pull me into the tub.
I sat in his arms, feeling the touch of a wet sponge erase any traces of sweat or semen. Being like this with him was something I thought would be impossible before. Being this intimate with someone I described as deranged and masochistic wasn't an option I had thought of previously. And yet, the idea of him being by my side lingers with me every second of the day.
Is this what pure bliss feels like?