Marking An unexpected fetish Part 2
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I feel the final twitches as you empty yourself into my mouth. Only your tip remains there with my lips wrapped tightly behind its head. I carefully pull back, my tongue caressing the underside as it plops out, defeated. I had divided my time between making love to your cock and making love to your eyes, even while they were closed, just in case you looked.
My lips stay pursed lest I lose any of my precious reward. You remain on your back, recovering, I imagine, as I kiss my way up your torso. I leave tiny droplets of your cum with every touch, maybe not by accident. I brush against each nipple before placing my chin on your chest, staring, waiting. I give as big a smile as I dare. Perhaps it’s a leer, possibly a smirk; you’ll have to decide once you finally look at me.
I wonder what eventually made you look. You raise your head just enough to see me, your neck bunched under your chin. It looks silly but you can’t raise any higher with my weight on you, keeping you from getting away. You smile back at me while I rub my tits back and forth across your chest. I open my mouth to show you why I’m smiling and your smile gets broader. I seal my lips and swallow hard. I hate to let it go, your seed, so delicious. I show you my empty mouth and your face shows your approval. I knew you’d like that.
I rest my head against your chest and you lie back down. I think about destiny. Sometimes one’s fate is already written but sometimes one’s fate is being written. I am certain of our destiny and I will determine your fate. I draw myself to your ear, my nipples gently brushing you along the way. “Relax, darling.” I glide across to your other ear. “There’s more to do before you take me.” I sink a finger into my pussy to withdraw its juices and stroke your lips with it. That was my first mark. I paint your eyelids, my second mark, and then draw lines down your cheeks to the corners of your mouth – my third.
You probably think ours was a chance meeting. Someday I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll tell you how I fell in love with you long before we first spoke, before I lent fate a hand. I sat nearby, as close as I dared. You have the most wonderful voice and I memorized it that first night. I could almost imitate it now but wouldn’t dare mock you with my shortcomings. I imitate you when I’m alone, imagining you’re with me; in me. I don’t have to imagine anymore.
I sit up, my legs tucked behind us, settled on your hips. You start to open your eyes and I close them. “Be calm,” I say, and you sink back again. I feel your cock quiver behind me. It too knows to be patient. I use my fingers to make myself wetter as I commit your nakedness to memory. I lean and position my cunt right above your shaft. I brush up from there to your belly button, marking you again with my scent, my honey, my darling.
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That night when we met, when you met me, I asked you where you were from, what you did for a living, what you liked to do or go. I already knew the answers, of course, but that didn’t stop me from being fascinated by your answers all over again. You asked, “And what about you?” and I had all the right responses. I touched your arm and played with my hair and blushed on cue. Most men are stupid, but not you. You knew we would bond after you first bumped into me. I was sure of it.
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I keep myself wet. I use my fingers and your body. My legs are stretched out behind me now as I rock against your belly and ribs, marking you further with my juices. I slide back again and I’m blocked by your impatient cock. It’s standing, scouting but not yet ready for what’s to come; what’s to cum. I lean forward and kiss your nipples. I lick and suck on your nipples. I bet nobody’s done that for you before. Nobody knows you like I do. I offer you a breast and you take it.
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That night, I helped you forget that you were out with other people. You didn’t need them. You took every opportunity I gave you to look down my t-shirt. It said, “I like my coffee like I like my men – STRONG.” You asked if I really liked strong coffee and I rubbed your bicep. “Uh huh,” I replied. I wore a black bralette that night that was more ornamental than functional. There was no doubt how I felt being next to you. I made sure you caught me catching you looking. I let you know it was alright and draped myself across your arm.
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I’m on my knees again, pressing my labia against your chest and your nipples. I run my fingers through the hairs on your chest, making sure each strand is coated. I scooch up so that my knees are on either side of your neck and my legs are under your shoulders and arms. I stare down at you and you catch on quicker than last time. I giggle, then I let you see the want behind my eyes. I am wide open with my juices dripping down onto your face. You can see into my soul as I lower myself onto your mouth.
You greet me with your tongue. You take hold of me by the ass and move me as you need. My head flops back and then forward. I’m dizzy as I fight my pending climax. There’s more to the night, though, so I give in with a long moan. I spurt into your mouth and you drink in as much as you can. What you miss flows down your cheeks. My hips lunge forward of their own will with each ecstatic wave. As it subsides, I sit again on your chest and rest my sweaty forehead against yours. I purr.
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Last call. You asked me to come home with you and inside I shouted, “YES!” but I knew that would have been wrong. I said, “No, sorry.”
“Your place?”
I laughed playfully and told you that you were bad. I took your phone out of your pocket and almost unlocked it. Instead, I held it in front of you to unlock for me. I added myself, returned it to where I found it, and wrapped my arms around your neck as we kissed, my soul reaching for yours. I heard one of your “friends” say to be careful of her.
There was no need to listen to such talk, was there?
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I kiss you to clean your face. I wiggled my hips down your torso to discover your cock is ready for me; more than ready, I think. I roll off and onto my back. I pull my knees up and expose myself to you. You see my eyes begging you and you are happy to rescue me. You climb on top and we lock eyes. You slowly enter me, push as deep as you can, and you hold it there. How did you know to do that? I feel my cunt close around your prick and still you wait. I wrap my legs across that handsome dimpled ass of yours.
“Just. Fuck me.”
And you do.
You withdraw and I anticipate the plunge and drive my hips up to meet yours. You repeat and this time I just, let you. We develop a rhythm and hold to it. You grab my ass again and reposition our bodies. I feel your curve as you find and assail that special spot inside me. You take my face and turn it towards yours so that I can see that you know where you’re hitting me. You’re so smug and I love that. I wrap my arms around your neck and bite your shoulder. I don’t draw blood but God I want to! You rise up away from me and plummet back down, over and over. I’m almost too slick and have to grip you tight.
At this point, I’m just a cunt to you and that’s alright. That’s good. I’m close to cumming and I pant at you, “I’m close, baby, I need you to cum. Cum inside me, cum in me now!” You do, and I do. I feel your warm seed splash inside me and that makes me cum harder. You’re deep in me and I feel every throb.
We stop. I push you off of me and my hand slips off your sweaty body. You’re on your back and I wash your wilting shaft with my mouth. I hold your jism inside me and I will never let it out. You might have given us a child just now, or maybe not. Maybe next time. I can be patient. You’re not going anywhere.
I don’t say that I love you. Not yet. I don’t think you know you love me yet. Men are slow like that. It’s how you are but I love you anyway. I rest my head on your chest and twirl your chest hair. I’m spending the night, you must realize. I brought a toothbrush but I’ll ask to borrow yours. You’ll get used to me being here, I promise you that. You’re mine, now, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re mine.
I marked you.
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