25. In the dimness

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That mischief expression is flashing in his eyes, they are sparkling brighter, clear to the eye in the almost dark room.

I attempt to move my hands again, as an instinct to free myself, even if I know I can't, I'm stuck.

He keeps watching me having his lip between his teeth, entertained by my tentative, content to have me on his mercy again.

He starts to undress while keeping his eyes on me and I keep my eyes on his movements.

His expert fingers are opening his shirt buttons and then sliding it off his shoulders and arms. Only the light coming from my window is illuminating the room, still, it is enough to see the contours of his muscles, the contour of his jaw.

It catches my breath and I bite my lip with the sight.

His abs damn his abs, I just want to touch them, glide my hand through them. Scratch them.

He chuckles and moves his hands taking off his shoes and then opening the button of his pants. He takes his pants off, wearing only a pair of black Calvin Klein box briefs.

He could model for them.

I let my eyes travel all over his body, holding my legs together once they discover his hard cock hide inside it.

The bed bounces once he comes back, placing his palms on my knees, parting my legs for him, and sliding his hands until he reaches my inner tights and squeezes it, letting his thumbs approaching the inside of my underwear, rubbing me there.

In one hard move, he rips my underwear apart.

I gasp, I'm agape with it.

Ruining my clothes is not the way he should express his frustration, with whatever he is frustrated about, can he spend his anger on something else?

The list of items to purchase because of this affair with him is increasing: another vibrator, a Kama sutra book, now new clothes and underwear, I probably should buy condoms, and a mask to cover eyes would be not bad.

Let's hope I don't have to add a pair of handcuffs.

Having some Gatorade in the fridge is also necessary. Let's face it, I exercise intensely with him.

He places his open mouth on my cunt, haltering my thoughts, and snapping my attention back at him.

He watches me throbbing, I welcome his warm tongue traveling until my clit. He flicks his tongue and then sucks it hard, following with a bite.

"Ah.. fuck", I groan between hard breaths, arching my back. All I can see is his shimmering eyes inspecting me in the dark. Green lights focus on me.

I felt a mixture of pleasure and agony.

I close my eyes as he remains sucking and biting me, feeling his lips traveling over my body, now on my inner tights, where for sure I will have some hickeys tomorrow.

His hands rubbing me, massaging where he has just bit me.

Even with my eyes close I still see his eyes on me, as they are imprinted inside my head. Those glinting green lights, illuminating me in this dark room.

I'm perplexed about how he is inserting an amount of pain in his doings yet throughout pleasurable actions, it is turning everything into something alluring, wild, and animalistic.

The atmosphere is dark, foggy, I'm anxious about being attached, powerless, unable to move, unable to defend myself.

Again, he is devouring me and I'm just controlling my breaths, perceiving his feline eyes on me.

"Do you trust me Kelsey?", There again, he shouldn't pronounce my name like that, it was all I heard.

'Kelsey', that accent of him is so arousing, I'm rolling my eyes at it.

Breathing is hard, I'm watching him, feeling so exposed, so out of control, then he says my name in the way he does, and my brain just stops with everything else, my mind gets as obscure as this room until he demands again. "Do you?"

"Yes," I moan nodding and he swept me around, in one move, placing me with my front against the bed.

And now, now I can't even see him. I can't even understand what he is up to, it makes me nervous but eager at the same time.

My fingers grip the sheet tight instinctively, my breathing feels shallower and my heart is racing.

Anxiety.

To hear and feel, it is all I have, and every cell in my body is focusing on it. The places I sense him, where, and how he touches me. Even the slightest touch of his leg brushing against mine.

The noises he proffers, his movements, his breath, I can even hear his accelerated heartbeat. Or is it mine?

I sense the bed moving and I hear something being throw on the floor, following by his hot body press against my back. I correct myself, his now completely naked hot body against my back.

His warm breath is on my ear, burning me, his finger brushing on my side, making me quiver, when he declares, "I bet you like it rough."

I am squirming under him, squeezing my legs again. It is just my natural reaction tonight.

We should have eaten firstly, he never stops biting me, it can only be because he is hungry.

Now he is doing it lightly on my ear and then my neck. Even my back is not spared.

His hands cup my ass as he slaps me a little bit stronger than before.

My back gets curved, prancing my ass at him, expecting him to do it again.

He leads my ass up, positioning me in all fours, caressing my butt, and sliding his hands on my back placing his right hand around my neck, caressing me with his thumb.

"Do you like it when I slap this pretty ass?"

I try nodding at him, not sure he can figure it out because of the position we find ourselves in. If it is an answer that he needs to continue slapping me, I can afford it.

"Yes, yes I do", I said between gasps.

And for the first time, I'm not concerned about what someone else thinks about me, because I like it, I really do, and I perceive that he likes slapping me as much.

I would never confess it to Brandon, no, I was always afraid I would fail the image he has of me.

It's when I realized how open I feel with Andrew about this, I feel myself, no images, no judgments, just the act, the pleasure.

"Such a naughty girl."

Slap.

I sharp resounding noise.

Followed by another slap on my ass, and again my ass is tilting for him, asking for more.

As he provides it.

And I'm moaning, shivering with slaps. That's the mess he has turned me into.

Until the bed starts bobbing, as he moves, switching his position, furthermore, positioning the tip of his cock against my clit, spreading my wetness all over while he is rubbing me there.

He keeps sliding his cock against my clit, and shocks me once I feel the sharp sensation of his teeth on my waist, causing me to wince.

He positions himself in my entrance, and again I feel my bum tilting for him, so ready for him.

More than that, craving him.

With one hand on my waist, he starts entering me, the only thing he has done slowly and carefully so far.

That didn't take long though, once he is inside me, he finishes with a hard push, and starts pounding himself inside me, vigorously, keeping me in place with his hands on my waist, assisting him to push me against him, going deeper, faster, harder.

Yeah, as I have anticipated. A Hard fuck.

Every feeling is being so plentiful, so intense, I'm feeling sensitive to everything he is doing to me, every simple act furnishes me with a new sensation.

His body bumping against mine, resounding when we collide, forcing me to move ahead, but with his hands, he keeps pulling me back.

The position he got me in, not allowing me to see him, just imaging him, wondering, waiting for his next move.

I'm simply under his control. Having my eyes open or close is the same unless I want to keep looking at the board of my bed.

I close my eyes to this awareness, while I keep feeling his hot body crashing against me.

I'm tasting everything on a new level, so much deeper, stronger.

Passion. The sensations he provides me. This whole mess of noises, hits, sweat, moans, and groans. Everything is so obscure and humid. I feel my hair everywhere, sticking on my neck.

I grab the sheet again wanting to grab him.

I'm so aware of his firm hands around my waist, guiding me into him.

I'm feeling each part of his cock pounding against me, hitting the perfect spot that he founds so easily.

He is right, I like it rough.

I'm already a panting mess. The board of my bed keeps banging against the wall.

I just hope I don't have to add a new bed to my shop list.

He slides one of his hands through my back, and once more I'm curving my back for him, feeling his touch until he places his hand around my neck again.

He pounds even faster, precisely, and that's it for me. I'm screaming whatever I'm screaming while I'm throbbing, it gets harder and harder to breathe.

That is a strong feeling building inside me, it started in my lower parts, although it grows so powerful exploding inside my body, touching every part of me, reaching my toes and my brain at the same time.

My legs shake, I faltered, I feel my body drowning after, it has used all its energy to spread this incredible discharge to every cell in me. I get a feeling of falling but I never reach the bed.

His steady hands keep me in place.

"Do you remember what I said last time Kelsey?" Andrew asked me from behind, and I apprehended he hasn't finished, he decreased his pace but he still thrusting inside me.

"What?" I ask between hard pants.

"I don't mind fucking you for hours until you scream my fucking name."

Oh god, I can't take it anymore. Another orgasm like that will be probably followed by a heart attack.

So, I do the only thing I can think of.

"Andrew", I moan with my hoarse voice, making him chuckle.

"Uh nuh," he says between hard gasps, "you know that it has to happen in a particular moment."

He grips my hips firmly, pounding potently inside me.

I gasp.

He moves his hands, caressing my back again, until one pulls my hair and the other is placed on my shoulder, with his hands he brings me against him harder, while he continues moving.

"Oh god", I moan.

He bends himself over me, I shudder with his breath on the back of my neck.

As he thrusts inside me, I feel his heart hammering in his chest, his breath is rough, uneven, he is panting as I am.

He is close as well.

I arch my back, feeling him even farther inside me, I'm sensing myself tightening, squeezing him.

"Oh..fuck Kelsey", he groans in my ear.

As he pounds again faster, I can't avoid being a mess again, reaching another orgasm, moaning and screaming.

"Oh god," I start, trying to restrain myself, "Ah... Andrew..mhm".

I feel him smiling against my back as he comes after one more thrust, making us both fall on the bed.

He lets his weight over me, while he is stabilizing his breathing on my shoulder. His heart beating so strong allowing me not just to hear it but vibrate with it.

We stay there for a while, both trying to recover from it until he breaks the silence.

"You should have said Drew," he states while he takes my hair off my face to look at me.

I laugh at his statement, "I know, but where is the fun on that?"

He laughs as well, shaking his head, "You are feisty sometimes, but I will make you scream it next time". He states again while he is caressing my back with the tip of his finger, making me squirm.

He reaches the board of the bed and detached me from the handcuffs, then leaves the bed, going inside the bathroom.

I take my chance, collecting it and hiding it inside the drawer of my nightstand, getting up and starting to dress right after.

"Ready to eat?" he asks me as he is leaving the bathroom and reaching his own clothes.

"Sure", I reply smiling to myself.

After one ruined shirt, some slaps, a lot of bites, one ripped pantie, two hard orgasms, the handcuffs are now mine.

And I can't wait to put it to use this Saturday.


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