Mom left me alone with my surroundings. This had been the one room in the house which we were forbidden to enter, growing up. The guestroom was always meant to be locked, except once a day when mom would have given it some special attention. The queen-size bed stood against the main wall which is painted royal blue, while the other three walls remained off-white. I guess it's fair to say that the colour theme is rather noble. To one side parades a fake apparel, I inched closer to take a better look. The middle door of the wardrobe can open up. I opened it to be greeted by a fancy walk-in closet. I put my traveling bag down on a small table at the center of the room before leaving the area behind. Attached to the suite is a glorious black and silver bathroom, which is also fit for royalty. Outside on the spacious balcony, that's safely, secured with glass walls stands an elegant hot tub. Apart from the tub that's posing in all her glory, in the center, a few patio chairs and a small round coffee table stood off to one side. The surrounding area is gloriously decorated with a variety of potted plants. The suite gives of a 5-star vibe. It's sophisticated, fashionable and timeless. I re-entered the suite to find the familiar dark head, blue-eyed man sitting at the edge of the luxurious bed. "Auntie Patricia asked me to check on you," he stated as soon as his eyes found mine. "Do you need any help?" He quickly continued with a question. "I'm just scanning my surrounding thoughtfully, but otherwise I'm sure that I can manage on my own," I answered as I inched closer.
The magnetic energy between us pulls me in. My legs are moving by themselves, like my feet had grown a pair of wings. Before I could acknowledge anything we were standing abreast. I sat down on his lap (like I'm on horseback) facing his perfect features. A sexy smirk crossed his lips. I snaked my arms around his neck as I rewarded him with a smirk of my own. I leaned in closer, like I'm in control, and brushed my lips against his. He kissed me back; gently at first but his kiss grew into a hungry and lustful one. Ever so often our tongues would get all tangled up in the process. We pull away for a quick intake just to attack each other's lips in a feverish manner. My lips feel bruised and swollen from the heat of the moment. As my eyes fluttered open, I lost myself momentarily in his licentious blue orbs. I've never been as sure about anything before as I am at this very moment. I've always been the good girl. Being well behaved wasn't just a front, if you had Timothy Roberts as a father. Father is well known across the Western Province so therefore my brothers and I had to remain a high profile at all times and nothing less than your absolute best would have sufficed.
Today I'm crawling out of that shell and allowing my feminine side to take flight. I ruffled nervously with the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. Misha bite down on his bottom lip as he watched how I stripped down to complete exposure. My breath hitched as a sudden gust of air blew in from the open balcony doors and nibbled at my birthday suit. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, indicating that there shouldn't be any material between us. He obeys my every instruction. I bit down on my lip as I took note in his figure. The perfect outer lining of an eight-pack is engraved into his torso like details to a marble statue. I placed my left hand against his skin, feeling every contour of his manly physique. The rhythm of my heart increased tenfold. Why does he make me so damn nervous? Am I tense, thinking that this man might reject me again or is this anxiety because of something else completely? I looked up from where my hand is still embracing his solid abdomen and caught up with his gaze. I leaned in slightly and placed my lips softly against those of Misha Anderson's. Pinning him towards my bed.
Short before long he stood up with me still in his arms, he switched our positions. Gently laying me down on the soft face of the luxurious bed. He covered my body with his, pinning me to the bed. Observing my birthday suit, admiring every inch of my body. He peppered my collarbone with a trail of butterfly kisses, while his right hand fiddled with one of my breasts. My nipple hardens beneath his tender touch. His speckled kisses trails down my stomach and came abruptly to a halt. Misha pries my thighs open and look me directly in the eyes as he gives my folds a lick. He flicks his tongue in between my folds and takes my clit amid his lips. Arching my back implicitly as a state of euphoria splendidly erupted within my core. I submerged to his tongue technology, letting the orgasm take full control. Misha continued the foreplay by giving me another blowjob, even better then the one that I've just received. I've had some sexual experiences before but never quite like this; for starters nobody ever made me cum on their fingertips (or tongue) before.
The half-naked man jumps up and swiped himself from his remaining clothes; letting his pants stain the floor like a pool at his feet. I looked at him in awe as his erection sprung free. I bite down on to my bottom lip in anticipation. He positioned himself at my begging entrance and entered me at a slow pace. Misha smothered my moan as he pressed his mouth firmly against my own. With equally measured thrusts, he oscillated. His shoves become messy and overwhelming as he hits my g-spot over and over again. Not once lifting his lips from mine, seeing how I'm a whimpering mess. He's quickly reaching his limit I can tell, as am I about to have my third orgasm. My walls tighten around his member as his began to twitch. Together we rode out the high of the moment and collapsed on the bed, side by side. Heavy pants filled out the room and the after smell of sex bewitches my senses.