Chasing After Lust Part: 2
Chasing After Lust Part: 2
She moans softly, her breath hitching as his fingers find the edge of her panties. He peels them down slowly, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The cool air of the room brushes against her skin, causing her to shiver slightly, but his hands are quick to warm her again.
“Relax, Butterfly,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “Let me take care of you.”
She nods, her eyes fluttering shut as she leans into his touch. His fingers continue their journey, tracing patterns on her thighs before venturing inward. She gasps when he finally touches her there, his fingers gentle yet firm. He explores her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.
The sound of the water lapping at the edges of the pool fills her ears, mixing with the soft sighs and moans that escape her lips. The moonlight reflects off the surface, casting a silver glow on their entwined bodies. The scent of chlorine mingles with the natural musk of their arousal, creating an intoxicating blend.
Muffin watches her intently, his gaze never wavering as he continues to pleasure her. He can see the way her body responds to his touch, the way her breaths come faster, the way her hips begin to move on their own accord. He takes it all in, savoring every moment, every reaction.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”
His words send another wave of warmth through her, settling low in her belly. She arches into his hand, a silent plea for more. He obliges, slipping a second finger inside her, stretching her gently. She gasps, the sensation both overwhelming and incredibly satisfying.
He feels the tightness around his fingers, the way she grips him, and knows she’s close. He speeds up his movements, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. She bites her lip, trying to hold back the cries that threaten to spill out. But it’s no use. With one final thrust of his fingers, she comes undone, her body shuddering with release.
Her orgasm washes over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Muffin doesn’t let go, holding her steady as she rides out the waves of pleasure. When she finally opens her eyes, she finds him watching her still, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
“Was that good for you, Butterfly?” he asks, his voice husky.
She nods, unable to form words just yet. Her mind is still foggy from the intensity of her orgasm, but one thing is clear: she wants more. Much more.
Muffin seems to sense her need, because he wastes no time in lifting her from the pool. Water drips from their bodies as they move, the droplets catching the light like tiny diamonds. He carries her to the bed, laying her down gently. She watches him through half-lidded eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.
He stands at the edge of the bed, shrugging out of his shirt. His muscles ripple with the movement, and she can’t help but admire the way he looks. He’s strong, powerful, and undeniably sexy. He strips off the rest of his clothes quickly, tossing them aside without a second thought.
When he climbs onto the bed, she can’t resist reaching out to touch him. Her fingers trace the lines of muscle on his abdomen, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. He groans at her touch, his hands coming up to grip her wrists.
“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough. “Let me worship you first.”
He moves down her body, his lips following the path her fingers had taken. He kisses and nibbles at her skin, teasing her with his tongue. She whimpers, wanting more, needing more. But he’s in control now, and he’s determined to take his time.
His mouth finds her nipple, sucking it into his hot mouth. She cries out, her back arching as pleasure shoots through her. He lavishes attention on her breasts, alternating between suckling and nipping, driving her wild.
When he finally moves lower, she breathes a sigh of relief. She needs him, needs to feel him inside her. But he has other plans. He pauses just above her core, blowing a stream of cool air over her sensitive flesh. She gasps, her hips jerking in response.
“Please,” she begs, her voice shaky. “Don’t tease me anymore.”
Muffin chuckles, the sound vibrating against her thigh where his head rests. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
He kisses her inner thigh, making his way closer to her center. When his tongue finally makes contact with her swollen flesh, she nearly loses her mind. He laps at her, tasting her, coaxing her into another frenzy.
His tongue is relentless, exploring every fold, every crease. He flicks his tongue over her clit, eliciting a scream from her. She writhes beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets. Muffin’s hands hold her hips steady, keeping her in place as he devours her.
He slides two fingers inside her, curling them just right. She cries out, her body twitching with every stroke. He matches the rhythm of his fingers with his tongue, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Just when she thinks she can’t take anymore, he pulls away. She whines in protest, her body aching for release. But Muffin isn’t done with her yet.
He lifts his head, meeting her gaze with hooded eyes. “Are you ready for me, Butterfly?”
