FIFTY STROKES OF SWEET PLEASURE
PART III -DEVOURED
Our afternoon and evening were fully packed with activities. We later met up with his friends, and as usual, the “our wife, our wife” drama from the boys didn’t cease as they all kept saying all the nice things and how long they have been waiting to see me. One even chipped in the “he not being with anyone and always talking about me🙄🙄. Boys, lies and drama, SMH. 🙄🙄
I kept smiling from ear to ear, taking all the praises, pretending I was having fun when all I could think of was the slightly curvy dick I had caressed earlier.
“I want you inside my mind, smothering my thoughts, and indulging in my dreams. I want you inside my heart, dancing within my ventricles, and flowing through my affections. I want you in places the most gifted surgeons would never gamble to dissect. I want you, all over me…….
He closed his eyes as I whispered those words in his ear whiles caressing his thighs.
For a moment we both forgot where we were as he held my face and our tongues intertwined giving me the most passionate kiss I have ever had. He didn’t just kiss me, he claimed ownership. His lips, full of dangerous intentions, fiercely claiming me, assaulting my senses, shocking my heart. He tasted like ecstasy.
I just wanted to go home and let him have his way with me or me having my way with him😍😍
You wanna get out of here, He asked?
I smiled, looking deep into his soul.
His friends said nothing as they watched us leave in amazement….
We didn’t last that long, the journey back home seemed too long as the sexual tension in the car grew stronger.
“Can I kiss you”? he asked. I smiled and drew closer as he parked the car at a bus stop.
I couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I felt as if I was lost in a world of me drowning in him, suffocating in him. Nothing could feel more real or more enticing than this moment. He ran his hands down my body and between my thighs. He pressed his fingers against my most sensitive spot, as I groaned into his lips.
“God, I want you now,” he said. “But I know how uncomfortable making love in the car can be. Let me drive you home and treat you like the queen you are”.
How had he cast such a spell on me? I could never get enough, of him, that I am very sure, cause when he is touching me, I start to crave him even more.