In the dark closet...

His arms wrap around me and my tummy lurches in anticipation, his breath warms my neck, his lips soft and feather light as they trail down my neck to the crux. I press myself against his lean form, feeling the level of his eagerness pressing against the small of my back.

I giggle softly, raising my arms and clasp his head before turning to face him, his hands resting on my hips, his head tipped down. My arms wend their way around his neck, my fingertips kneading gently. Lifting up on my toes, my mouth captures his, my fingers teasing through his hair.

His hands lower and I find myself cradled in his arms, our lips never breaking apart. He begins to move and, after he stumbles once, I release his mouth and nibble his chin as we ignore the others and enter the small closet room and close the door...

He lets my legs slide smoothly down once again as his lips crush mine, our desire so intense we are tearing at each other’s clothes to remove them and feel the heat of our skin, touching.

It is dark in the room, but I remember its dimensions, its surfaces – where the blanket lay. My body throbs, my nipples firm, press into Kiril’s chest, his hands squeezing and kneading my curved derriere, sliding along the crevasse.

My lips move to flick my tongue over his nipples. Tiny and firm, they feel like buttons, shiny buttons. My tongue laves upon them, hearing his growls and groans of pleasure. “Oh Kiril, gawds, I want you so much,” my hands pull his lips to mine again, “I need you. You are my life, my stars, my being. Gee eye melons,” I whisper to him, my Elvish still woefully lacking..

His words, whispered back so softly, “I love you my mela, my kitten, my angel.” send shivers rocking me.

He backs me up until we stand on the blanket, Kiril kissing down my neck, my shoulders. Slowly he turns me, so my back is against his chest, his hands sliding up to capture my breasts in his hands, cupping them, squeezing and gently teasing the nipples to even further hardness, if that were possible!

His left hand remains tweaking my nipple while his right hand sinks to between my thighs. I wantonly part them, allowing his fingers to open my lips and strum the length of my pleasure zone...

Feeling very aroused it takes him no time until I am a massive puddle of melted honey as he brings me to an earth shattering orgasm, my thighs trembling, my flesh feeling as if it were humming.

“Bend forward, kitten,” his arm, staying wrapped around my waist, creating a fulcrum. Hesitating, I do so, feeling slightly off balance.

I feel Kiril slowly, and precisely lower me, his body exerting great control as he also bends behind me, his knees reaching the blanket before mine. “There is another way that we can experience pleasure together, my kitten and I want to show you. This like the first time, will be painful, but, again, like the first time, the pain is fleeting and the pleasure is intense,” his teeth nip my ear gently, sending a vortex of swirls colliding in my tummy!

His hands trace my buttocks, gliding along the seam, slipping until I feel his digit pressing my anus...

“Kiril?” I gasp, uncertain. 

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