Embarking on Intimacy: My True Journey – Part 6

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Continued from previous.

I got out of the shower, feeling the room’s cold wrap around me. His eyes were on me, hot like steam. I just felt it. I grabbed my towel, knowing I had him hooked. Wrapping the towel tight around, I shot him a smile. He excused himself to freshen him up.

I saw clothes all over the floor—his shirt and pants mixed with my top, bra, panties, and even his boxers. With a giggle, feeling mischievous, I picked them up and put them on the chair.

When he came back, he looked around for a towel, a hint of amusement in his eyes. I handed him one from my cupboard, grinning mischievously. He thanked me with a smile, our fingers brushing as he took it. I couldn’t stop staring as he dried himself off. The towel barely covered his hips, and I couldn’t look away.

I said, “Shall I make a strawberry shake for us? Refreshing.”

I caught the glint of interest in his eyes as he agreed. As we stepped into the kitchen, the soft sunlight bathed the room in a warm glow. I meticulously gathered the ingredients for our strawberry shakes, the sound of slicing strawberries filling the air.

The strawberries, sliced in half, released their sweet, intoxicating aroma, enveloping the kitchen. He plucked a whole strawberry, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and I couldn’t resist the alluring temptation. I blended the strawberries, milk cream, honey, and ice with the blender humming in the background.

And then, with a playful smile, I leaned in, taking the Strawberry between my lips from his outstretched fingers. As his eyes lingered on me, his voice was a soft caress: “Strawberry, your lips. Pink and the Red WOW.”

My cheeks flushed with warmth. He took a step closer. With a slow, deliberate movement, I closed the gap between us, my breath hitching with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Our lips brushed against each other, the Strawberry poised between us.

And then, in a heartbeat, our lips collided in a passionate embrace. The Strawberry yielded beneath the pressure, releasing a burst of sweetness that mingled with the intense warmth of his mouth. Our lips moved together in perfect harmony.

I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me, a deep and primal need to be closer to him. As we savoured the sweetness of that shared moment, I knew that the shake-in mixer was ready. After finishing the shake from the mixer, we locked ourselves in a silent exchange. I noticed a foam of shake on his lips.

Cupping his cheek, I whispered, “May I?” I tased the foam on his lips, and he reciprocated. He leaned in, his voice a whisper against my ear, “You won’t leave me home, ah?”

I met his gaze with a playful glint in my eyes, teasingly responding, “I gave you my precious imported strawberries only to leave you home? You gulp down my carefully selected ones, which I have for a week.”

A mischievous grin tugged at his lips, “So, what do you need for that?”

With a mischievous smile, I reached out and gently untucked his towel, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened in surprise, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.

My fingers danced lightly over his soft and unaroused skin.

“I’ve never felt anything quite like this,” I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. “So soft.”

I knelt, letting my towel slip away, and his hand tangled in my hair as I knelt. I begin to explore, my fingers gently holding his unaroused cock while the other caresses his balls. As I suck him softly, I feel a stirring within him, a subtle shift in his arousal.

It was a slow, gradual process, but I could sense the change taking place beneath my lips. His softness begins to yield to my touch, growing larger and firmer with each passing moment. His breath hitched as I kept teasing him, moving my tongue in circles around his cock tip.

I could tell he wanted more by the way he moved, his body arching towards me. I felt powerful seeing him respond to me, his fingers gripping my hair tightly. I kept going, bringing us closer to the peak of pleasure. As sucking his cock he said, “Hmmm,” he murmured, his voice hesitant.

He was about to say something, but his words faltered. His breathing hitched slightly, and I could feel it. With a soft smile, I pulled my mouth from his cock, my lips tingling from the warmth of his skin. Looking into his eyes, I saw the uncertainty there.

Without a word, I got up from my knees and stood before him with a sense of anticipation. “Okay,” I said softly, my voice filled with reassurance and love. “What do you want to try?” He said with a sly grin, “Your wish.” I leaned in closer, my breath warm against his skin, “So, you don’t want to try?”

His fingers trailed teasingly along my thigh, “You drive me crazy,” he confessed, his voice husky with desire. I arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eye. “You are a bad thing?”

He chuckled softly, his hands sliding higher, “Not at all,” he murmured, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine. I closed the distance between us, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, our bodies pressing together in a rage of desire.

“So, why don’t you want to try?” I whispered between kisses, my fingers tracing tantalizing patterns across his chest. He groaned softly, “What if after this,” he began. I gently hold his balls in my hand. With a mischievous grin, I playfully squeezed them, evoking a cry of pleasure from him.

I grinned wickedly, “Then now I will Knockout you, now,” I purred, taking his hand and leading him eagerly to the bedroom. I made him lie on the bed, went to my table, and took a condom box from the slider. He was shocked to see the condom with me.

I then said, “I know we might encounter this.” After taking one, I threw the box onto the chair where our clothes were. With a subtle smile playing on my lips, I peeled open the packet before his eyes. Skillfully, I rolled it over his while his breath hitched.

Then I was on his waist, his body between my knees on the bed, my back facing his face. Afterwards, I started to play with his cock with my hand to make sure it was hard enough. Meantime, his hand was on my bosom, holding from behind and playing and cupping. With each movement of his cock in my hand, mirrored by his hand on my bosom.

I felt all okay now. It was hard. I moved a little forward to his cock. I slowly raised and hovered over his cock. His hand was on my waist to support me. With each inch it penetrated deeper, I could feel myself welcoming him into the depths of my other being.

I lean backwards, kneeling and placing my hand on his chest. I sway back and forth slowly. His hand on my hips moves to my bosom as my movement time increases. His fingers rub my bosom, cupping, pressing, and so on. His fingers worked wonders on my bosom.

As I moved, I could feel his cock deep within me, every thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His cock rubbed against my spot, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core. As I let myself be carried away by the pleasure, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be.

“I haven’t dreamed of this moment with you,” he confesses, his breath hot against my skin.

“In future, you will only consider me, I bet,” I said.

I shifted into a full kneel. Pumping faster and faster. His hands gripped my waist, anchoring me in the moment. Up and down, I moved, feeling the urgency building with each thrust. My bosom danced in my hands, adding to the intensity of our connection.

I felt his cock throbbing inside me, pulsating with each movement. As I pushed down, he sank deeper, stretching me just right. It felt amazing, as if he was filling every part of me perfectly. It was a feeling I couldn’t get enough of, a mix of pleasure and longing that left me wanting more.

With each thrust, I was lost in the connection, completely consumed by the moment. Then I arched backwards, my hands between his chest, his hand on my bosom. Now I’m on my feet, legs like a butterfly, trusting him up and down.

My hips moved faster and faster, the pace of our passion reaching new heights with each passing moment. I ground against him harder and harder, lost in the bliss of our shared desire. With every thrust, I felt him deeper within me, a delicious ache of pleasure building to a crescendo.

As I hardened against him, my desire reaching its peak, his grip on my bosom tightened even more.”Oh, that feels amazing,” I murmured, my voice a breathless whisper as I rocked my hips against his.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I’ve never felt anything like this before,” he continued.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet like this,” I said. I knelt back to the kneeling position and moved back and forth. My body shook with pleasure. With each thrust, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction wash over me. My body trembled with each movement, a symphony of pleasure reverberating through me.

With each sway back and forth, I found the perfect rhythm to send waves of pleasure rushing through him. “Harder,” He asked. As he asked, I adjusted my movements, angling myself to pleasure him even more. I moved up and down, my body aligning perfectly with his.

Every movement is deliberate and calculated to bring him the utmost pleasure. His moans of ecstasy spurred me on, driving me to move faster and harder, to take him to the edge of bliss and beyond. With each movement, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that I was giving him exactly what he desired.

There was no hesitation, no holding back. It was just him and me, lost in the bliss of our shared passion. I felt him shaking underneath me as I moved. Every time I shifted, his body responded with a tremble of pleasure. His hands were too tight on my hips, disturbing my movement, “Don’t hold tight,” I gasped.

I felt a sense of liberation wash over me as he released his tight grip on my hips, giving me the freedom to explore my desires without reservation. I moved up and down, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. With each urgent thrust, my moans grew louder, filling the room.

“Oh,” I sigh, my voice a whispered admission of my ecstasy.

“Do you like this?” I asked.

“I love it,” he confessed, his voice husky with desire. “You’re incredible.”

With each rhythmic movement, I feel myself edging closer to that delicious peak of pleasure, a wildfire igniting deep within me.

I can feel him inside me, his cock pulsating with every thrust, sending waves of longing cascading through my body. My inner walls respond eagerly, clenching around him with desperate hunger, craving more of that intoxicating sensation.

Every movement is a symphony of pleasure, each one bringing me closer to that sweet release I so desperately crave.

“Ah, you feel amazing,” he groans, his voice thick with desire as he revels in the sensations coursing through him.

With every pump, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge, my body thrumming with anticipation. Now, as I trusted him up and down, my legs trembling with exertion, I felt a sense of ecstasy wash over me.

“I’m… I’m almost there,” he gasps, his voice barely a whisper.

“Do hold back,” I urged, my voice strained with desire.

“I… I can’t… I’m…” he struggles.

“Just hold it,” I whisper, “Let me consume you.”

“I’m… I’m right there,” he pants, his voice a husky murmur.

“Damn, don’t you dare release,” I scold, my tone sharp with desire. “Hold on for me.”

“But I can’t… it’s too much,” he protests, his voice strained with desperation.

“Fuck that,” I growl, I command him to obey.

“You hold it until I say so, understand?” I said.

“Now I’m the boss,” I assert, my voice dripping with authority. “And right now, you’re going to do as I say.”

“I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore,” he groans, his voice strained with urgency.

“Fuck, don’t you dare give up now,” I snap, my patience wearing thin.

The vibrator takes me to places I’ve never been before, lifting me to new heights of ecstasy. Even when I think I’ve reached the peak, it continues to push me further, just like his cock does. It’s like every touch, every sensation is amplified, intensifying the pleasure to a whole new level.

I ache for it, yearning for more with each passing moment. With him, it’s no different. I’m swept away in a whirlwind of desire, each touch leaving me craving another.

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than lost in the intimacy of our connection like this, surrendering myself to the passion that burns so brightly between us.

“I feel it’s cumming,” he says.

“Fight it,” I urged, my voice laced with anticipation. “Hold on for just a little longer.”

“Just a few more pumps. Hold on,” I said.

He told me, “It’s coming automatically.” I was grinding him more as I wanted to enjoy more.

“Done… I… came out,” he manages to gasp, his voice heavy with relief and satisfaction.

I felt him harden slowly, releasing its hard hold. I lay my back against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath against my skin. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close in a tender embrace.

As our breathing slowed and our heartbeats steadied, I turned my head to press a gentle kiss against his lips. He responded with a soft sigh of satisfaction, tightening his hold on her in response.

“I want you to explore me in your way,” I whispered, my voice a soft murmur against his skin.

He tightened his embrace.

“I’ve been longing to,” he admitted, his breath warm against her ear.

“Longing?” I questioned, my voice tinged with intrigue.

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze intense as he confessed that he had an idea to Fuck me when I met him first.

My heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of excitement and apprehension flooding my senses.

“So, you were pretending to be good with me?” I asked, my voice tinged with playful accusation.

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Not pretending, but wanting to be better,” he admitted, his gaze unwavering.

He said to me that when he saw me, he felt like to be intimate with me, and his cock would get harder.

I paused him, “Now you have to make me go wild,” I proposed.

“And what if someone comes?” he inquired, a hint of concern in his voice.

I told him that my friend would come only the next day.

A devilish grin spread across his face as he pulled her closer. “So, we have all night to ourselves,” he asked, his voice laced with desire.

I told him that I couldn’t make him a full night. Only one try was possible as it was already evening.

Wait for how we ended in action. To be continued.

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