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Chapter 14
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2024-10-29 19:42:56ANA TURNED HER back at the front door and locked it while maintaining eye contact with the owner. Albert invited her to come dilly-dally at his bedroom, but she wanted a big space for what she’s about to do.
"I don't need to be in your bedroom for that." Without missing a beat, she removed one strap of her yellow silk charmeuse, then the other strap following shortly. Her dress dropped and so did Albert's vocabulary. He was awed at the impeccable color of her skin and how her yellow underwear complimented her body.
"Amazing."
Taking that as a signal, she chassed towards him slowly leaving her clothes behind like a serpent shedding her skin for a more beautiful one. Like a performance only for Albert’s eyes, everything she did so far was an inch-perfect picture. Only her august form stood in front of him, and not as a picture.
Albert just stared at the whole ordeal happening in front of him. There’s something about her color that drove him to newer lanes he’d never drove before. He just let the rousing rendition get closer and closer to him.
When she was finally half an inch in front of him, she took his left hand and placed it on her lower back as she placed both of hers behind his neck to pull him in for a soft, long-awaited kiss. When it finally happened, it was a caramel-coated cherry sensation circling around the mouth.
“Two years I waited for this.” Nothing more has happened yet but she was panting just from the loud beating of her heart.
Albert didn’t have to utter something to tell her that it was worth the 2-year wait. He just took her in for more. This time, he took command and gently bit her tongue. It made her squirm; so, he slowly added force to make her moan. He liked the sound of that so he added more muscle to it. Taken aback, Ana took that feeling to her hands as she slowly undressed Albert’s two tops all while enjoying the tongue sensation.
Wanting to taste more of her, Albert rerouted out her mouth and towards her neck. Ana tilted her head to give him the space as he teased her.
Albert started by just breathing near the side, and when she least expected it, he softly kissed it. Then when he already toured the entirety of her neck with kisses, he started licking some parts of it. It tasted sweet in his mouth.
Ana clutched Albert hair and pulled him closer so that their bodies started amalgaming into one entity. She tried to reciprocate the ecstatic feeling by taking what’s left off of Albert’s body and dropping his not-so-skinny black denim jeans.
She pushed Albert to a wall to make things easier. His back met the wall with a loud thud but Ana didn’t care, she just maintained eye-contact as she slowly descended towards the floor until she’s on her knees. Albert whimpered when she finally took him in her mouth with a ceaseless rhythm.
Albert’s bites now were being returned to him in a more painful-but-pleasant manner. His dominant front now being stabbed in the back by his inner workings now that his more yielding side came out.
But no, he needed to let know Ana how grateful he is with her company that he stopped her midway what she’s doing to front carry the slightly-smaller-than-him belle. They traverse the wide hall while heating up. And as Albert kicked his door open to his bedroom, their fire got warmer as the windows in here room was turned off and the windows closed. They didn’t mind the heat much so that upon the sight of his Alaskan King bed, Albert just threw Ana in there.
Ana took a look at the huge bed. “Wow, enough for a four-way.”
“Nah, you’re enough.” Albert started kissing her mouth to slowly segue to her chests. Ana crossed her legs behind him to trap the bliss. But this did not stop him from going even further down south. For as her belly may have experienced some kissing, the beau wanted to savor what’s below it.
Ana panted liberally as Albert reverted to his teases when he just first breathed on her. He can sense the tension as the seconds pass by so he kissed her inner thighs, still not relenting on his ribbing. This was enough to out Ana on edge as she stretches her back in anticipation for the feast of emotions.
“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” Ana pulled Albert’s head towards the prize as Ana can’t take more of the buildup.
When his lips finally touched hers, the lines intersected towards an avenue of pure elation. With each motion of his head, her pupils dilated more. And with every inch his tongue swam, the more she sees it as a diver getting closer and closer to the pearl.
But Albert, intentionally swerved off the path towards it and lingered around for a bit. So, when he lightly bit it, Ana screamed in pleasure.
While Ana’s nine clouds kept coming, Albert used this euphoria to send her to more heavens than one—seven to be exact. And when he got in, they didn't relent. They just garnered all their pent up feelings to feel the tempo crescendo.
And as the beat got faster and faster, their moans got louder and louder. The heat of the room accumulated with their own and they sweat and pant and howl and bliss through for several hours through the night.
The moon looked towards the two passionate souls who, after so long, finally had their big break. This jackpot that they found in each other gave more to them than just pleasure and gratification; but also, the feeling that they finally found a like-minded one they can confide with.
And for these two, that’s all they needed to sway their lives in a different direction. They thought of these decisions as they sleep and dream of a normal lives for them; but moreso Albert.
But, although he had no dream that night, he woke up to a weird situation anyway.
Albert scanned the room for a familiar setting and wakes up to his room. In most cases, this would be the aforementioned familiarity, but in his case, this would be the last place he'd expect to wake up in. He never really slept in his apartment as it reeked of formality.
Though, as Ana slept beside her like a rock, the idea of waking up to the same face every day intrigued him. He got up, got dressed and got ready for his work.
"Why are you up so early?" Ana asked the already fully clothed man.
“Oh hey, good morning,” Albert greeted her in an Singin' in the Rain type tune.
“Good morning, to you. I already preordered a breakfast so you’ll have to eat first.”
“You ordered? What’s wrong with vanilla ice cream with mustard and mayo?”
While mealing the preordered breakfast bunch on the floor beside the bed, the topic of the upcoming engagement party came up. It bummed Albert a bit, but he pressed on to gulp his sunny side up eggs and washed it with lukewarm coffee.
He also downplayed the feeling with him trying to get to work. "I still have to at least show up to work. Cause if I'm not a present, then I'm a cube." Albert joked.
Ana sensed that he was trying to cheer himself up and she understood that it's not that easy. So, she jumped him and pushed him back to the bed, climbed on top of him and hugged him. "Or you can just skip work and we can watch something.”
"I'm considering it."
"Do you still have the illegal Hamilton?" she asked.
"Okay I'm done considering it. Let's do that instead," he took the laptop to be in their presence, sat beside her, took her hand then kissed both of the mocha-colored treats.
"You're not kidding when you said you liked my hands, huh?" She let him grovel at them for a while.
"Well, they are beautiful," Albert replied while staring still at those. He can feel the sun throw a warm sensation through the window, bounce at her skin and towards his pupils just so he can have something to adore.
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