RA: Episode 3

Nothing is more erotic than anticipation. Especially when your opponent is holding their breath.

My hand slides down and pours all the chill from the wall into your body. You shiver. I slither further down and wrap my arm around your waist. My other hand is on your cheek, caressing your face with the back of my fingers. I know you’re getting impatient, but I promise it’s going to be worth it.

I take your lips in between mine. You contently hum. I kiss you like I’m stripping you. Our tongues are slow dancing in a burning room. You kiss me back. My fingers explore the outline of your body. You are holding onto my shoulders for dear life. Your breathing escalates. I kiss you deeper. You kiss me back. We exchange the bare minimum of bodily fluids as you moan in my mouth. Your fingertips dig deeper into my skin. You shudder. You pant.

You cum. 

You’re visibly confused whereas I’m very amused. This is clearly a first for you, and you’re trying to discern between reality and a dream.

“Just with a kiss?” I can’t help my chuckle. 

The matter of the fact is I can do one-tenth of what your kind does with ten times more impact. No one’s going to measure up to me now that you know how good I can make you feel.

But you don’t need to know that.

Your cheeks are flushed. Your pupils are shrinking, but the fire inside your eyes is not completely out. Your reasoning finally kicks in, and you realize you want a little more than a quickie with me.

As you should. 

“You’re coming with me.” 

You don’t ask me if I want to come home with you. You’re telling me you’re taking me home, and that’s it. I get a little weak in the knees. You grab my hand once again and drag me towards a cab this time. You give the address. I take a mental note. Your hand caresses my thighs the whole way back. I don’t try to hide my erection at all.

I like what you’ve done with the place, but I can’t even say it out loud. Two seconds after we cross the threshold to your apartment, we’re all over each other. A part of me wants to fuck the shit out of you in this hallway against a wall. Another part of me wants to overstimulate you beyond the limits you can handle and watch your tears paint your pretty fucking face.

Then there is this secret third part of me that just wants to love you all night. Make you cum with kisses only. Your lips. Your neck. Your abdomen. By the time I get to your pussy, I want you to be embarrassed by how much you wet the bed, and maybe even let a 143 slip out.

Would you…?

“Shh, don’t rush,” I barely manage to slow myself down, “We got time.”

You take it down a notch, but you don’t stop. You kiss me as you pull me to your bedroom. It smells so nice here. Exact same notes that exude from your neck. Not your perfume. 

It smells like you.

We strip each other. Not too hastily, but not unbearably slowly, either. You refuse to let go of my lips while inviting me to your bed. I’m overcome with the unbearable urge to make you cum again, but I don’t want to loop the same song all night. Nor do I want to show you everything at once tonight. I kiss your collarbones instead, and when you see me work my way down, your anticipation peaks. You’re holding your breath waiting for my tongue to swipe against you.

You’re soaked.

Your clit is swollen, and you’re clenching around nothing. I take one look at your face, and the sight chars itself behind my eyelids like an afterimage. You’re sinking your teeth into the flesh of your lips, and your hands are in my hair.

I’ve been desired before, but what I’m feeling right now is…

I kiss your clit first and descend further down. When I finally get to your dripping entrance, I say fuck it to suspense and lick a very long drag all the way back to your clit again. A very sharp moan rips from your throat. I lose my mind a little bit.

Fuck, your taste…

“You like that?”

“Please don’t stop!”

Did you just… beg? I heard that correctly, right? You said please. You beseeched. It sounded nothing short of a prayer.

I lose all control.

I hug your legs and repeat the exact same motion on your cunt. One-way licks. Your hole. Your folds. Your clit. From the top. Your hole. Your folds. Your clit. Rinse and repeat. Rinse and repeat. The more you dissolve on my tongue, the harder you tug on my hair. I can tell how good it feels from the way your thighs tense up around me. Your slick smears all over my chin as I fucking devour you. You feel overwhelmed. 

Shit, I can cum just listening to you moan like that.

Two-way licks. Even slower drags without any punctuation marks. Four. Five. I wrap my lips around your clit the way I’m wrapped around your thighs. Six. Seven. Two more, and you cum again.

It probably felt like a long time for you, but I was less than ten licks in.

Now for the grand finale…

I get on my knees and spread your limp legs apart just a little more. You’re still trying to recover from the impact, but I have no intention of letting your feet touch the ground. You’re so wet even just on my tip, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like when I—

Oh, FUCK ME!

This… This feeling… It’s been a while. 

My moans are melting into yours now. I’m only halfway in, but I feel fucking drunk. I’m on the very brink of losing my mind when I completely sink into you. It’s maddeningly satisfying. So warm and wet, wraps around me perfectly.

I can’t believe I actually considered killing you earlier tonight. Who the fuck does that? Who the fuck willingly gives up the one thing that makes them feel complete like that?

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to make it up to you, just don’t hate me.

As if you’ve heard me, you put your hands on my waist. Your thumbs brush on my skin. Gently. Delicately. Whispering silent I forgive yous to me. Your eyes are smiling at me. They are saying something to me. You’ve touched me. You’ve loved me.

My heart skips a beat.

I can’t control the magnitude this time, I’m really really sorry. This one’s going to be even faster. I start moving inside you, but all I can register is how wet you are. You clearly can’t resist me. Every time I want to take something from you, you just readily hand it to me. So willingly.

“Give me one more,” I urge you to let loose, “Now.”

The amount of pleased I am is indescribable with words. You’re floating in ecstasy because of me. I slow down and try to give you a breather. I know it all happened too fast, but you liked it, didn’t you? 

We can do this day and night. I got nowhere else to be.

Once you open your eyes again, I pick up where I left off at a faster pace, but you suddenly grab my wrists.

“No!”

There is urgency in your voice. It concerns me. Did you not forgive me? Did I do something to upset you? Are you not enjoying my company?

“Everything okay?”

I’m trying to be as subtle as I can here, but it feels like you just said ‘We need to talk’ to me. My chest is tightening. What is it? What is it?

“Switch with me,” you demand.

“What do you—?”

You kiss me. You kiss me hard. You inhale sharply like you want to breathe me in. Oh, I love this. I fucking love this. 

“I’m gonna make you cum.”

You give me a quick peck, and I suddenly find myself on my back, watching you descend between my legs. 

I’m used to people just lying there and letting me do all the work. I’m not used to this. Nobody has ever wanted to please me in return. Not once.

Now you’re telling me you’re willing to exert effort to make me feel good. Me. Just me. Not as a byproduct of pleasuring yourself or anything. You kiss all over my crotch. It makes my cock twitch when you trace my veins with your tongue. Your darkened eyes pierce holes in me when you look at me.

Then you take me in your mouth, and a part of me experiences second-hand death. 

A couple of us gatecrashed heaven once. There is this sensation that envelops you right upon entering. 

My cock in your mouth feels exactly like that.

Not even a shred of shame exists within you. Everything about you is nothing less than beautifully pornographic. How your tongue moves. How your lips tighten around me. How you take me even deeper when I grow bigger inside your mouth. The lewd wet sounds you make. I’m not touching you. I’m not doing anything to you, but you’re still moaning while pleasuring me.

Have you ever wondered what a god’s cum tastes like? 

I’m not gonna give you a heads-up. If you’re a swallower, you’re in for a fucking treat. That’ll be your reward.

I can’t control how loud I moan anymore when you spit on my balls and start playing with them. Everything is wet. Your tongue, your lips… You’re everything. You’re fucking beautiful choking on me all disheveled. Your gaze shifts to me one last time, and that’s when I erupt in your mouth. You don’t let me go. You wait until I can catch my breath again. 

And you swallow every single drop.

We lie side by side with dumb as fuck smiles on our faces for some time. When I come back to my senses, I realize how late it is. You’re about to drift to sleep, but I can’t ask to stay the night. This is only our first encounter. I slowly get up from the bed to not disturb you, but you open your eyes again when you feel the movement in your bed.

“Do you take some enhancements or something?”

“Enhancements?” I question with a smile, “Why?”

“Your cum tastes like dark chocolate.”

Told you you were in for a treat.

Now I know the taste you’re most fond of, and I’m totally using that when I make pancakes for you someday. In the morning. After fucking you for five hours straight.

“Maybe you’re imagining things,” I dodge the question, “Can I give you my number?”

You scour your purse to find your phone and hand it to me. I text myself, then put my clothes back on. Ever the graceful host, you put on a robe and walk me out to your front door.

“Call me whenever,” I urge you before I leave, “I could use a guide to show me around.”

“Whenever,” you echo with a knowing smile on your face, “Don’t complain when I call you in the middle of the night then.”

Real talk, I’ll be offended if you don’t.

When I walk out of your apartment building, I light a cigarette and take a long drag. The avenue you live on is busy—it’s lively even at this hour. There is traffic, lights, and radiation everywhere. The building right across yours catches my attention. 

You live on the thirteenth floor. The lights on the thirteenth floor are on in the building across, as well. I’ve noticed you have no curtains on your windows. The thirteenth floor doesn’t have it either. I can clearly see what’s happening inside. A guy. His desk is right in front of the window, so when he looks up, the first thing in his field of vision is your apartment. 

I think someone needs to fucking move out.

I shove my left hand in my pocket, and a couple of the hair strands that I stole from the brush on your nightstand cling to my fingertips. It’s so endearing the way they are stuck to my fingers. This is not static electricity, your atoms are fucking longing for me. I’m not that different, to be honest with you. I’ve been away from you for less than ten minutes but I’m already having trouble breathing.

I break into a smile remembering the fantastic night we’ve just had. My acute onset violent thoughts fade away. I’ll take care of the moving-in situation later. I blow out the latest puff of smoke filling my mouth, crush the cigarette butt under my boots, and leave. I think about you the entire way back. This is your destiny.

Slowly but surely. 

You’re gonna be mine.

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