Soft and tender
THE DESIRE OF LUST IS TO GET BUT THE DESIRE OF LOVE IS TO GIVE
MUKHETWA’S POV
One of his arms snake around my waist forcing my body against his as his other hand gripped the back of my neck, tilting it giving him better access to me. What started out as soft and tender has transformed in to something so wild and fiery. A slight moan slipped out of me as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. I could feel my body melt into his as my hand reached up to fist his hair leaving him groaning down my throat. I don’t know if it was just me or what but the more he pushed against me my body felt like ice compared to his gradually increasing temperature. What the hell’s going on to him… to me? Or better yet why?
“Uhm….Luka,” my thoughts are all over the place and I can’t even form a coherent sentence. He tugs my head back, latching on to my neck. “Say it,” he demands into my neck and I whimper when he decides to suck harder. I could feel him burn kisses into me and his swirling tongue ignited me. I tighten my thighs attempting to rid myself of the feeling I was getting ‘down there’. “Stop holding back,” he removes my noodle sleeve. “I can make you feel so good and give you the release I know you need,” he places his fingers on my lower thigh then allows its rise. “Wha… no…I...” the more his fingers inch higher they demolish my wits. “This,” he presses his hips against me. I think he has some sort of ball in his pocket, it’s so hard and big but I think he just forgot that it was there as he starts to move it against me. I tense the moment his fingers brush me over my panties ``Are you okay? Is this fine?” his mouth stops its assault giving me a chance to at least try to say a full word. “Yes,” I hardly whisper, the worry clouding his eyes lifts showing off their light brown color. Actually come to think of it they look a lot like Chris’
“Then spread your legs,” need evident in his instruction. I don’t know if it was because his glare was intimidating or because deep, deep down I knew I wanted to that made me leave a slight gap in between my thighs. “Your dress is so short,” he says as his fingers brush against me once more. “I like it so damn much,” this time his fingers stop at the hem of my cotton underwear. “You ready,” he warns. “For what?” my voice comes out more like a moan than a question. “I hope you don’t like these,” I hear the cotton tear but the anticipation throws my judgment out the window so I don’t stop him instead I gasp the moment he cups me. “Ahh,” my voice bounces off the dull walls as he applies more pressure. “You're gonna have to be a bit quieter baby if you want me to continue,” his fingers start to move. I can’t help but cover my mother with the back of my hand and bite down hard on the sensitive skin. But that did me no good cause I could still hear my moans and heavy breath motivate him farther “Don’t do that, I wanna hear you,” he abrasively removes my hand from my mouth. He brings his other hand to cup my breast, gently caressing it. As if he wasn’t giving me enough pleasure as it is. I tighten my hold on his carefree, silky hair and he groans in response to my aggression.
“Don’t scream, okay?” He brushes his lips across mine. “Why would I.....?” His wet lips crash onto mine at the same moment a finger is pushed into me. WHAT THE HELL IS LUKA THINKING? IT’S SO DISGUSTING AND UNHYGIENIC. OH MY GOD. I tried to push his hand out of me but he didn’t even budge. I bite down on his bottom lip more harshly than I intended but I need to get his to stop. It seemed to do the trick when he gave me the attention I demanded when he stopped kissing me. “Do that again and I will sure as hell fuck you unconscious,” and somehow that only made the ach in my stomach grow even more. “You're so wet from me, MK.” He pushes his fingers deeper. “Luka….I….fall,” damn it I can literally feel my knees seconds away from buckling and my words don’t even make sense. “Wherever you are…. Whatever the time... whatever the situation, each time you feel like you're gonna fall, I will always be there,” he locks eyes with me. “To catch you, always,” his words are so sincere but I’m not sure if I can believe them. He starts to move his fingers in and out of me and I can’t help but to roll my head back. “Fuck,” he breaths. “Touch me,” he moans into my mouth. I place my free hand on his cheek and graze my thumb on the smooth skin. He groans, grabbing my wrist putting my hand over that stupid ball that he still has in his pocket. If he has the time to rip my undies the least he could do is take that damn ball out instead of rubbing it against me. “Feel that… you got me so hard MK,” what is he talking about?
“Rub it, slowly.” Honestly my day keeps getting weirder and weirder. Why can’t he just take out the ball or whatever it is and just rub it himself? What does he need me for? He reaches down to take out the ball, finally. He unbuttons his pants. Okay? And takes down his zipper. To my surprise it wasn’t a ball. Oh no it was far worse, he kept a……..well a rotten banana down his pants. He put his hand over mine then moved it to touch the banana. He took in a sharp breath the moment they came into contact. It was hard but squishy. It felt so warm and had vein bulging out of it I flinched the moment I realized what I was holding. “What’s wrong,” he said with a strained chuckle. “Noth….nothing,” I stutter.
“Move your hands backwards and forwards, like this.” His hands move with mine and after a few strokes he lets go, shifting his concentration to pumping his fingers into me. I grip him a bit harder making groan loud, when I look up at him his eyes are screwed shut with his lips slightly open. I synchronize my hands with his. “Ahh,” a second finger catches me off guard but my body arches in pleasure as I tighten my grip around his ‘you know’ “Shit…..take it easy, you don’t want me to come before you do,” his eyes are now open and have a redish glow to it. He starts to move his hands faster, curling then inside of me and I can feel the pressure build on my lower back. I rub him faster, twisting my wrist in the process, tauntening my grip around him. “Fuck yes,” his lips find mine, taking everything in me and I willingly give it up. “Luka … uhh……just,” his paralyzing pleasure has spread to my brain. “I got you, baby,” his fingers swirl inside me
“Luka,” I pull harder on his locks as the quickening pass of his fingers brings me closer to an indescribable bliss. “God you so wet…….Fuck,” he groans at the mercy of my hands. I can’t hold it in anymore, his hands twist for the last time in me before I find my release calling his name. “I am yours,” he says it so low that I think I wasn’t meant to hear it or it all could just be in my head. He comes to my now lazy strokes whispering my name.
Out of her head
“God, MK the things you do to me,” his lips graze over hers before they finally connect; Mukhetwa closes her eyes listening to their raging breaths. When she opened her eyes he was gone, she found herself at the top of the stairs that led them to the room with no signs of where Luka went or how she even got there. Was he even there in the first place?
MUKHETWA’S POV
One of his arms snake around my waist forcing my body against his as his other hand gripped the back of my neck, tilting it giving him better access to me. What started out as soft and tender has transformed in to something so wild and fiery. A slight moan slipped out of me as his tongue swipes across my bottom lip. I could feel my body melt into his as my hand reached up to fist his hair leaving him groaning down my throat. I don’t know if it was just me or what but the more he pushed against me my body felt like ice compared to his gradually increasing temperature. What the hell’s going on to him… to me? Or better yet why?
“Uhm….Luka,” my thoughts are all over the place and I can’t even form a coherent sentence. He tugs my head back, latching on to my neck. “Say it,” he demands into my neck and I whimper when he decides to suck harder. I could feel him burn kisses into me and his swirling tongue ignited me. I tighten my thighs attempting to rid myself of the feeling I was getting ‘down there’. “Stop holding back,” he removes my noodle sleeve. “I can make you feel so good and give you the release I know you need,” he places his fingers on my lower thigh then allows its rise. “Wha… no…I...” the more his fingers inch higher they demolish my wits. “This,” he presses his hips against me. I think he has some sort of ball in his pocket, it’s so hard and big but I think he just forgot that it was there as he starts to move it against me. I tense the moment his fingers brush me over my panties ``Are you okay? Is this fine?” his mouth stops its assault giving me a chance to at least try to say a full word. “Yes,” I hardly whisper, the worry clouding his eyes lifts showing off their light brown color. Actually come to think of it they look a lot like Chris’
“Then spread your legs,” need evident in his instruction. I don’t know if it was because his glare was intimidating or because deep, deep down I knew I wanted to that made me leave a slight gap in between my thighs. “Your dress is so short,” he says as his fingers brush against me once more. “I like it so damn much,” this time his fingers stop at the hem of my cotton underwear. “You ready,” he warns. “For what?” my voice comes out more like a moan than a question. “I hope you don’t like these,” I hear the cotton tear but the anticipation throws my judgment out the window so I don’t stop him instead I gasp the moment he cups me. “Ahh,” my voice bounces off the dull walls as he applies more pressure. “You're gonna have to be a bit quieter baby if you want me to continue,” his fingers start to move. I can’t help but cover my mother with the back of my hand and bite down hard on the sensitive skin. But that did me no good cause I could still hear my moans and heavy breath motivate him farther “Don’t do that, I wanna hear you,” he abrasively removes my hand from my mouth. He brings his other hand to cup my breast, gently caressing it. As if he wasn’t giving me enough pleasure as it is. I tighten my hold on his carefree, silky hair and he groans in response to my aggression.
“Don’t scream, okay?” He brushes his lips across mine. “Why would I.....?” His wet lips crash onto mine at the same moment a finger is pushed into me. WHAT THE HELL IS LUKA THINKING? IT’S SO DISGUSTING AND UNHYGIENIC. OH MY GOD. I tried to push his hand out of me but he didn’t even budge. I bite down on his bottom lip more harshly than I intended but I need to get his to stop. It seemed to do the trick when he gave me the attention I demanded when he stopped kissing me. “Do that again and I will sure as hell fuck you unconscious,” and somehow that only made the ach in my stomach grow even more. “You're so wet from me, MK.” He pushes his fingers deeper. “Luka….I….fall,” damn it I can literally feel my knees seconds away from buckling and my words don’t even make sense. “Wherever you are…. Whatever the time... whatever the situation, each time you feel like you're gonna fall, I will always be there,” he locks eyes with me. “To catch you, always,” his words are so sincere but I’m not sure if I can believe them. He starts to move his fingers in and out of me and I can’t help but to roll my head back. “Fuck,” he breaths. “Touch me,” he moans into my mouth. I place my free hand on his cheek and graze my thumb on the smooth skin. He groans, grabbing my wrist putting my hand over that stupid ball that he still has in his pocket. If he has the time to rip my undies the least he could do is take that damn ball out instead of rubbing it against me. “Feel that… you got me so hard MK,” what is he talking about?
“Rub it, slowly.” Honestly my day keeps getting weirder and weirder. Why can’t he just take out the ball or whatever it is and just rub it himself? What does he need me for? He reaches down to take out the ball, finally. He unbuttons his pants. Okay? And takes down his zipper. To my surprise it wasn’t a ball. Oh no it was far worse, he kept a……..well a rotten banana down his pants. He put his hand over mine then moved it to touch the banana. He took in a sharp breath the moment they came into contact. It was hard but squishy. It felt so warm and had vein bulging out of it I flinched the moment I realized what I was holding. “What’s wrong,” he said with a strained chuckle. “Noth….nothing,” I stutter.
“Move your hands backwards and forwards, like this.” His hands move with mine and after a few strokes he lets go, shifting his concentration to pumping his fingers into me. I grip him a bit harder making groan loud, when I look up at him his eyes are screwed shut with his lips slightly open. I synchronize my hands with his. “Ahh,” a second finger catches me off guard but my body arches in pleasure as I tighten my grip around his ‘you know’ “Shit…..take it easy, you don’t want me to come before you do,” his eyes are now open and have a redish glow to it. He starts to move his hands faster, curling then inside of me and I can feel the pressure build on my lower back. I rub him faster, twisting my wrist in the process, tauntening my grip around him. “Fuck yes,” his lips find mine, taking everything in me and I willingly give it up. “Luka … uhh……just,” his paralyzing pleasure has spread to my brain. “I got you, baby,” his fingers swirl inside me
“Luka,” I pull harder on his locks as the quickening pass of his fingers brings me closer to an indescribable bliss. “God you so wet…….Fuck,” he groans at the mercy of my hands. I can’t hold it in anymore, his hands twist for the last time in me before I find my release calling his name. “I am yours,” he says it so low that I think I wasn’t meant to hear it or it all could just be in my head. He comes to my now lazy strokes whispering my name.
Out of her head
“God, MK the things you do to me,” his lips graze over hers before they finally connect; Mukhetwa closes her eyes listening to their raging breaths. When she opened her eyes he was gone, she found herself at the top of the stairs that led them to the room with no signs of where Luka went or how she even got there. Was he even there in the first place?
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