Chasing After Lust Part: 3
Chasing After Lust Part: 3
“Are you ready for me, Butterfly?” he asks, his voice thick with anticipation, a low rumble that vibrates through the air between them.
She nods eagerly, her heart racing as he guides her hand to his erection. The heat of him makes her gasp, and she feels the pulsing intensity in her palm as she wraps her fingers around him. Muffin groans, a deep sound that resonates in the quiet room, sending shivers down her spine.
“Just like that,” he whispers, urging her to explore him. She strokes him slowly, feeling the tension build between them, her fingers gliding over his skin as she becomes lost in the moment. Muffin watches her with dark, hungry eyes, the need in his gaze igniting a fire within her.
“Now, I want you to take me inside,” he murmurs, his breath quickening as she aligns him with her entrance. With a gentle push, she sinks down onto him, a gasp escaping her lips as he stretches her, filling her completely. The warmth of his body envelops her, and she revels in the delicious sensation of him deep inside.
Their movements begin slowly, a soft rhythm as she adjusts to him, her walls tightening around him. Muffin’s hands find her waist, guiding her as she rises and falls, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Each thrust ignites a spark, sending waves of pleasure coursing through them both. She feels him deep inside her, filling her in a way that makes her entire body hum with desire.
“Just like that, Butterfly,” he encourages, his voice a low rumble as she picks up the pace. With every movement, the tension builds between them, a palpable energy that feels like electricity coursing through the air. He meets her thrusts, the sound of water splashing around them blending with their soft gasps and moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that fills the room.
As they lose themselves in each other, Muffin’s hands roam her body, exploring the curves of her hips and the softness of her breasts. He leans down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss that sends shivers down her spine, their mouths moving together as if they were made for this. She kisses him back with fervor, their tongues dancing together, igniting the passion swirling between them.
Time seems to stand still as they push each other closer to the edge, the intensity building with every movement. Muffin pulls her closer, their skin slick with water and desire. She can feel every pulse of him inside her, each thrust sending her spiraling higher. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of them and the exquisite pleasure they share.
“Please, Muffin,” she breathes, the urgency in her voice igniting his passion even more. “I need you.”
With a low growl, he picks up the pace, driving deeper into her, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as pleasure washes over her in waves, pulling her under. She feels a delicious tension building low in her belly, her body trembling with need.
Muffin’s gaze is fierce and focused, filled with desire as he watches her reaction to each thrust. He can see the way her eyes flutter closed, the way her breath quickens, and it only fuels his determination to take her higher. The air is thick with heat, their bodies glistening under the moonlight as the water from the pool drips onto the sheets.
The room feels electric, the sounds of their bodies moving together mixing with the soft splashes of water. Each time he enters her, he pushes her closer to the brink, their moans echoing around them as the pleasure intensifies. Just when she thinks she can’t take any more, he pulls her tighter against him, his movements becoming frantic and urgent.
With a few final, powerful thrusts, Muffin drives her over the edge. She cries out as the waves of her orgasm crash over her, her body clenching around him as he follows her into bliss. They become lost in the intensity of their connection, the world fading away until there’s nothing left but them.
As the last tremors of pleasure fade, Muffin lifts her effortlessly from the pool, their bodies intertwined, water cascading down their skin like glistening jewels. He carries her to the bed, laying her down gently as droplets form small puddles around them. He crawls over her, their eyes locking in a moment of shared understanding and satisfaction.
“Sleep, my Butterfly,” he whispers, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. She smiles sleepily, feeling cherished and safe in his arms, the warmth of his body a comforting weight against hers. As her eyes flutter shut, the last thing she hears is his voice, a soothing promise echoing in the quiet of the room.
“I’ll be right here.”
