37 Blazing Fire

This chapter contains mature/adult content. Read at your own discretion.

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His tongue licked my bottom lip as I mirrored his action with his yummy top lip. He did it oh so slowly as though he wanted to fully savour it. I must admit, it was an odd experience but good nonetheless.

Once pleased, he started to move on and sucked them so tenderly. It was rather addictive and I was easily drowned in his love. When I thought that was sensual enough, his hands started to slip inside my shirt and roamed. With every stroke of his warm hands against my back, it sent an electric tingling across my body. Instantly my body warmed up faster with his delicate touch, sending a pleasurable feeling all over as I trembled.

My body yearned more of him. Without any hesitation, my hands moved on their own accord as they wanted to feel up Wystan. Oh, what a feeling as I caressed his back! It was everything I imagined it would be. Wide, warm and protective! Our bodies bumped into each other as our roaming session brought us physically closer.

Every single touch made me feel alive but undeniably, it was an awkward position to make out. I wanted to readjust myself into a comfortable posture but I don't want to lose the moment. Not when I was already feeling good.

However, my sweet romantic husband must have shared the same sentiment as me. Because in one swift movement, he carried and placed me onto his lap, one of my legs on the other side of his. We shared an even more passionate kiss as his tongue eventually ventured inside my mouth to find its partner.

Our tongues were playing a delightful tug of war and immediately it sent this great ball of fire downwards between my legs. The burning power of lust within me intensified as he slowly smooched his way towards my neck. It was such an intense wondrous feeling, I never thought I would roll my eyes backwards from it as I fiddled around with his golden hair. Boy oh boy, it made me want to yank his hair so bad for pleasuring me this good.

He found a spot where a moan unwillingly escaped from my lips and began to provide various services on it. He licked and he sucked on my soft spot that my moans were getting louder than I wanted to. I grasped his body tighter with enthusiasm, trying to figure a way to do with these free hands of mine.

I was getting wetter and wetter and the bulge that kept on teasing made me panted for more. My lower half started to rock back and forth to grind against his mound. How triumphant I felt when he groaned. Do I dare to take off his clothes before he does mine?

I stopped him from leaving marks on my neck as I raised his chin and hungrily sucked on his tongue. In the meanwhile, I moved up and down with rhythm to find that extraordinary sensation. Wystan let me do what I want as his hands started to fondle with my breast. It felt even sexier as we had this thin film of clothes on, providing restraint to our mini activity.

His warm hands against my breast felt like fire, rousing all my nerves with every tender massage and I purred. He must have a problem with that because soon after he unbuttoned my pyjamas and threw my top across the floor.

He unhurriedly laid me down on the sofa right after he freed my breast from the cage I called a bra. My nipples stood erected from the sudden cold exposure but his warm breath once again attacked me, making me quiver as his hot wet tongue made its contact. Coupled that with his free hand caressing my other breast, it was enough for the little kitten in me to purr nonstop.

What else could I do apart from being pleasured? None but to enjoy the moment. My hands could merely ruffle his hair and barely scratched a bit of his back from the passion. Do I really want to make a King, MY king go bald faster? No. So the sofa's arm became my prey.

I scraped the arms of Wystan's living room sofa as he intentionally made me go weaker and wetter by the minute. I wanted to hasten the process to feed the burning energy between my legs that had been left wanting. I wanted it to be satisfied. In doing so, I pulled Wystan back up. When he thought I wanted to make out, I went lower and started to lick his sharp jaw.

I nibbled his earlobe and felt him shiver above me. It was an exhilarating moment that I began to leave my territorial marks on him as I sucked hard on various parts of his neck. This time, it was him who ground his bulge against me.

My hands wandered downwards and appreciated his chiselled abs. Maybe he could not take it any longer or it was the right timing, but he whispered in his huskiest voice into my ear, "May I?"

With my lips still on his neck, my arms now clinging onto his back, I coyly agreed and nodded.