Dancing inside in the moonlight

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I find myself surprised that you only choose to grind against me, and don't re-adjust your hips to feel my touch against your body. Then take it. * I whisper into your ear, gently kissing on your neck to give you a moment to think about pleasure rather than desire. I start a sultry two step forward and back, keeping the rhythm kf the music engraved into our encounter.*

With you? Why wouldn't I want to remember such a night? *I smile gently, finally deciding to lay the tip of my finger against your clit, lwtting the rhythm of the dance provide the movement to stimulate your desires.,

Say, why don't you give me a little house tour. I stop the dance, letting you step back to feel the bulge pressing firmly into your cheeks. We could find the perfect spot to relax in now that the party is over. I'd offer to let you hold my hand, but it's currently a little busy wouldn't you agree?

I pull my hand out of your pants for just a moment to wrap my arm around your waist as we walk, sliding my hand back into your pants with a single finger tapping softly with every step between your thighs. I look back with the windows with an air of regret, but still patiently follow Iona's movements waiting to see where she might take me.

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling hungry. I say, sliding my finger from the base of your pussy to the top before pulling my hand out from your pants, slipping the tip between our lips as we kiss. You feel my head fall down to your level as I crouch and tightly grab onto your ass, lifting you off the floor as I slowly walk us towards your kitchen.

(The fist part? Oh my, this is going to get spicy)

(Ask nicely and you shall recieve 😏)

I carry you into the kitchen, quickly checking all the drawers until I find a serving plate large enough for your hips. Yes dear? I ask with a knowing tone as I carefully manuveur the plate onto the counter, sitting you down on top as I kiss you softly.

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Thank you. I smile, running my fingers up and down your clothed thighs as I look back into your eyes. The hostess usually prepares the food, does she not? You can't expect me to eat like this, can you?

That's better now, isn't it? I ask as I let in to kiss you again, pulling you and the plate close to the edge of the counter against my bulge, my fingertips gently gliding over your exposed thighs. And what a lovely meal too, I'm going to enjoy this. I giggle, kissing across your cheek to your neck, planting several small kisses over your clothes as I make my way down to your hips.

Usually I would take a hand off my head immediately, but for you I decide to make an exception with a smirk to match my excitement. As I kiss just above your pussy, I blow a little cold air over your clit and look up at you with puppy dog eyes for a moment. The secret... I speak slowly. ... is An. Ti. Ci. Pa- On the beat of the last word I instead lean in, lips pressed against your pussy as my tongue explores your body.

(Last syllable)

Speak freely. I say, trying to be coherant as my voice is muffled by your body. As I explore, I listen to your moans carefully, picking up on the movements that make your thighs tense and your voice crack. My free hands begin to unbutton my shirt out of your view, but I do not take it off yet.

You can feel the exhale as I smirk at your comment, throwing me off my rhythm for a moment. As I find my way back to it, I slide a couple of fingers inside your right thigh up to your pussy, softly swirling around the entrance lightly stretching it.

Your moans drive me forward, and I slowly press my fingertips into the first knuckle, still teasingly swirling around your walls as I take pride in the noises you have begun to make.

I stop for a beat, looking up into your eyes as I take my fingers coated in your juices and lick them clean to short circuit your mind even more. After a beat of staring, I push two fingers deep into your pussy, curling them against the spot that shskes you to your core as my tongue plays even more enthusiastically on your clit.

I look up at you and smile as you edge, pulling out my fingers from inside you. My dry hand glides up your arm as I stand up to face you again. I lick at my index finger, eager to kiss you with your juices dripping down my chin. Instead, I offer you my soaked middle finger and slyly say. Thank you for the meal hostess, it was delicious. Would you like to try a little?

I look back into your eyes, licking your lips as you lick my finger. I see the need in your eyes and push my clothed bulge against your pussy, briefly saying. Grind. As I lean in to kiss you sloppily, not yet sure if I was going to pull my hips away when you edge again.

So desperate for pleasure that you will hump a cock hidden by fabric instead of pulling it out first? Interesting. I giggle, voice muffled through the kiss as I feel the damp seeping through my clothes. I never told you what to grind on

I take a moment to decide if I should help, or watch you struggle. I ultimately decide to do the latter, and very, very lightly circle a fingertip around your clit, the motion would be barely perceivable were it not swollen and sensitive. But after another 30 seconds of struggling, I do help you unclasp the belt only.

Please what, my dear? I ask, thrusting my hips back and forth as my cock runs over your clit. I open up my shirt, exposing my upper body as I twist from side to side to take it off, wrapping my hands around your ankles as I tease your needy bean.

Seeing as you didn't choose to put it in yourself, something tells me that you want to beg. I say, leaning my hips forward to put a little more pressure on your body from my cock. Hands hooked under your legs, I lift your chin up for you to look directly into my eyes.

I open your lips with my index finger gently, as I slow my rhythm against your body. What are you trying to ask, dear?

I softly release your chin and put my hand over your stroking hand. Guiding it away from my cock, I pull back one more time until the head drops down against your entrance. I push in slightly, quickly realising how tight you are. I lean forward, folding you as I kiss you, leaving your hand on your clit as I take your upper back in my hands and slowly push into your body trying my best not to hurt you.

*I give your body a short while to acclimatise, as I can't help but chuckle at the position you have found yourself in. Folded over on a kitchen counter, sat on a serving plate and begging to be penetrated. Once your breathing slows back down, and the pain seems to have subsided, I wrap my arms around your back and begin to thrust into you - fast, long strokes hoping to quickly bring you back to the edge you had so desperately whimpered on.,

(I think you forgot you were dressed at one point as well :P I'm still dressed from the waist down)

(I think so, if you weren't wearing a bra at the party which I can believe)

I catch onto your body language and keep up the pace, only squeezing your body tighter as I hug you, opening up your hips for me even more. There's no edging this time. I won't take it away from you. I whisper inbetween kisses.

I find myself pounding with all my strength now, as my own moans begin to escape my lips. I gently bite on your ear so that you can hear the cadence of each one, and feel how the pleasure of your body disrupts my breathing on your skin. Fuu-u-u-ck dear... you... don't know mmmm what... you're doing to... fuck. I moan out, the twitches telling me that you are close coursing through my shaft.

I hold you tight as you begin to flail, making sure that it doesnt cause me to pop out. I feel your walls clamps down around me, making me lose my own mind in the pleasure for a moment as I try to keep focus on your words. That's it Iona... Lose... your mind... become the mess... you're about... to make.* I groan into your ear, kissing back to your lips as I gemtly bite down on your lower lip as I rapidly feel myself begin to close in on the edge.*

My thrusts slow down as your pussy clenches around me, each thrust becoming more forceful against the tightness pushing me out. I moan loudly matching your screams in volume as I can feel every inch of you trying to milk me. The pressure becomes too much for me to bear, and I squeeze your body together very tightly as my held orgasm forces its way out from me as deep as I can possibly be inside you. My lips press to yours as I moan, feeling closer to you than ever before in a short moment of vulnerability as each rope pumps from my body into yours.

As you look up from cleaning the plate, I am gone. In my place lays a small stack on the ground. Flipping through them, you realise that they are all photographs of our brief time together. A less cumdrunk mind may be able to decipher that these photos are only copies. At the bottom of the stack there is a business card. The text, shimmering in the light, reads "Be Mine" with a little graphic to the right. It is unclear whether it is meant to be a heart, or a drawing of your ass. There is no address on the back, only the words "Iona" and "Eggo" in a black typeface.

(End scene :) )

(Fin)