could look like a hunk. He’s not very handsome-not in the conventional way, yet there’s something about him that is very attractive. He’s so tall and beautifully built. Plus, he’s well endowed. I have seen men in trunks before. I have gone swimming with friends several times and saw the guys but I never felt a stirring inside me. Flay’s asset is museum quality-and that was just the silhouette.
I gazed out the window and decided to call my boyfriend. Maybe I am just sex deprived these past few weeks. I shrugged the thought. Sex deprived or not, I shouldn’t be feeling this way. That is if I am sane. But when was I sane? I thought amusedly.
At 7 that evening, Mrs. Finlayson phoned and said she’s attending a late night dinner with friends. Flay ordered some Chinese food for dinner. I called my parents to say that I’d be home late. Anyway, I live on the next block, so that won’t be any issue. After dinner, I bathe Jasmine and helped her put on her favourite pink Oriental- inspired nightdress. Very cute indeed.
I read stories for the little girl. Her favourite is the Frog Prince. I hated the story as a kid-I hated fairy tales in general, just because they seemed force to have a happy ending. That’s just me though. Swallowing my personal notions, I read the book as nicely as I could. I must have been really good because in no time, she was asleep. I gave her a light peck on the cheek, lowered the lights, and got out.
I entered the guest room I was given as a place to sleep. I lay on the four poster bed and sighed. Everything in this room is perfect-from the bed to the high ceiling to the lavender decor. It’s one of the most relaxing rooms in this house, and my favourite too. When the Finlaysons toured me around and asked me to pick a room, I did not wait for a second and picked this one. I stretched on the bed and allowed myself to be surrounded by cushy pillows.
Just when I was starting to doze off, I heard the door being opened. Thinking it was Jasmine looking for me, I sprung up. When the door completely opened, there was no Jasmine. It was Flay standing at the portal.
“Hi there. Tired?”
“No. I’m just sleepy.” I said. Goosebumps started to form on my arms as I realized I have never taken my eyes off him ever since he entered the room.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. You’re pretty bold. Aren’t you?” He said as he walked towards me.
I shook my head as a reflex. There was something in his aura that both excited and scared me. I backed away, knowing that men love it when women play a bit hard to get. He moved closer and closer until we were only merely inches apart. He held me by the waist and rubbed me there a bit too sensually. The smell of his skin-which was a combo of Irish Spring, man skin, and light spicy after shave tickled my nostrils. God, he smells delish. Clean and all man. I moved backwards and find out that I was already pinned on the wall. I’m dead meat.
I looked at him even closer now, thinking that whether he takes me by force or is simply toying with me, at least I have his undivided attention. I took note of his silky neck and the fact that he’s even better looking up close. Make noisy love to me. I wished over and over.
Just then, he fingered the waistband of my skirt and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you like to touch it?” He said as he rubbed himself against my body. I shivered and without hesitation, I ground my belly all around his now bulging manhood. He’s so big. I could feel all of him now and my desire intensified. “Would you let me?” I asked, before he changed his mind. I was all nerve and wanting, my panties feeling the first bout of wetness. I closed my eyes and imagine him trailing his tongue on my body. I moaned at the thought. Upon hearing that, he smiled at me amusedly. “You’re not only bold. You are also loud.”
My right hand found the front of his pants. I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, my mind filled with oh so naughty thoughts. He took my hand and pressed it against him even harder. We made circles and rubbed repeatedly until a groan came from deep in his throat. I traced one finger on Flay’s collar bone and went up to find his pulse. It was going wildly indeed.
I looked at him and put my hands behind his neck. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply.
Not to miss the hint, he slowly dipped his lips to mine. Oh my God. It felt so good to be kissed this way by almost a stranger. His lips teased mine, nibbling, sucking, and licking. All my defences melted away and I parted my lips, ever so slightly. I wanted to think about my boyfriend, to put a stop to all this nonsense. I tried so hard, but I cannot even recall his face that much. All I ever cared about was this-this kiss that is starting to zap away all my strength. His lips were cold, but his velvety tongue felt so hot against mine. I caught it and sucked it and played with it. I couldn’t believe it was about to get better. He tipped my body so I was nearly horizontal and kissed me again. I responded with the way his tongue was moving, kissing him with all the passion I can ever muster. In no time, I was literally breathless.
I caught his shoulders and went back to standing position. He caught my head and this time kissed me even more passionately. We simply cannot get enough of his other. The kiss alone has shot up my arousal to a level I haven’t reached before. I took a deep breath and allowed my hands to roam on his muscular body. He was lean and hard. Any woman would love to have a man like him.
He lifted me so my legs encircled his waist and kissed me even more, his tongue going round and round my lips. He licked my neck and tried so hard to hold on to him, afraid that I might fall. It was heady and intoxicating-our kiss that is. He massages my butt as he tortured my lips again and again. “Flay, I…”
“Ssshhhh. We don’t have that much time.”
With that, he put me down on the floor. I went on to business and unbuttoned his pants ever so slowly. I know we don’t have that much time but this is an unfamiliar territory worthy of a slow exploration. I kissed every inch of skin that I unravelled. What I am seeing is hypnotic. His manhood is bulging and waiting to come out of his navy briefs. He really was well endowed. That, or he just is mighty aroused. I rubbed my nose against his briefs and I shivered. The musky smell of him-the warmth of his skin shot through me like a drug. He smelled awesome-all warm and earthy and manly. He pulled me even closer and I obliged and I licked him through the fabric. Wanting to taste more, I quickly undid the barrier between me and his huge dick.
The sight of it-its head glowing and all shiny got me even more turned on than I already was. I rubbed the whole length with my hands, marvelling at this exciting yet frightening man tool. I cupped the plum looking thingy surrounding it and licked them both. He was gorgeous and surely, I’d be mental if I left here without a taste.
I licked it its silky head, the tip of my tongue doing all the work. I licked it over and over and over and massaged its entire length my hand. I heard him groan and that turned me on even further. Inch by inch, I slid him inside my mouth. I have never actually done this before but I’d be damned if I don’t start doing it now. I sucked him with all my might and let my tongue experience its silky texture. I pulled it out and sucked on the head and slid it all over again. In a fucking motion, I moved it in and out…in and out until Flay was panting with lust. I love every bit of sound he makes. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter down there as I ate him. Oh I could get used to this…
I pulled his pants down to his knees so I could get on to business properly. I rubbed my cheeks along his entire length, loving the way it tickles my skin. I rubbed it along my delicate neck and the flesh exposed by the low neckline of my top. Feeling bolder now, I slowly undid the buttons of my silk blouse. I felt Flay’s cock get harder. Afraid that he’d burst, I stopped.
I stood up seductively by rubbing my body against his and meeting his gaze. He quickly removed the rest of my top as his tongue found my neck. And oh, the goose bumps as his tongue made contact with my skin. I sighed and moaned with every inch of my neck he managed to paint with his velvety tongue. He licked me behind the ears and I shivered beyond my will. With every move, I am mentally going like “Oh my God.” I haven’t been this aroused.
He found my breasts and fondled them like they were the softest thing he had ever felt. I sighed as his one hand massaged my tits while his other hand massaged my butt. I moved my body against his hands and moaned with all the sensations I was feeling. He found the hem of my skirt and lifted it. My thighs ached for his touch. I spread my legs and allowed him to explore me under my skirt. His hand was naughty, rubbing me sensually.
I boldly raise one leg and hooked it on his waist so his hands can go farther. The move made me feel whorish and I loved it. He slid one finger under the leg band of my cutesy bunny panty and I sighed as he fingered my swollen clit. He flicked it back and forth and I moaned as I got even more turned on. His finger was completely inside me now, frolicking on my juices. “You’re so wet, baby. Does this feel good?”
I nodded and kissed him thoroughly as he fucked me with his huge finger. I moaned as it rubbed against my most sensitive spots. I felt myself getting slicker and slicker. It was too much to bear. “Fuck me Flay. Fuck me now!”
“Sshhhhh.” He put another inside me and went back to business. I bit his shoulders as the sensations started to intensify. Quickly, he kneeled and removed my underwear. His fingers were replaced with his mouth. I gasped as
