Chapter 5: Adult Content

Pleasing a man is something I know quite well. At the academy, that is one of the major things we are taught. But at this moment as I pant and moan, toes curled in as a result of the immense pleasure Robert was giving me. Tongue skillfully massaging my clit. Fingers twisting the Egyptian sheets underneath me. I am used to giving pleasure, but receiving one is a bit foreign. Men take, not give. At least that is what I thought, until Robert got inbetween my thighs and tore my lace underwear off.

   “Oh, Rob,” I moan, eyes wide although blur by tears and back arching off the mattress.

I can literally hear my heart thuddering in my chest. Robert's fingers twisting inside me as he sucks on my clit. Harsh pants and moans escaping my lips, as my tongue keeps trying to wet them. Suddenly his fingers start thrusting faster and deeper as he sucks on my clit a little rougher, and his other hand coming up to squeeze my right boob.

   “Ah…ah…ah…” I moan shamelessly, left hand automatically going to grab a handful of Robert's jet black hair.

I can feel the orgasm building up, tickling right above my abdomen. Thighs quivering, as my toes curl into the sheet, and the other hand now scrapping at the headboard above my head.

   “Ah…mhm…right there baby, right there,” I moan pathetically, licking my lips as my eyes flutter.

One last thrust with a twist of the fingers, and my body is convulsing as an orgasm strikes hard. I may or may not have screamed, “yes, love!” Anything spews out of me when I sink into a great tormoil of pleasure. All senses are lost.

White spots dance behind my eyelids as my chest heaves up and down, Robert’s fingers still pressed inside me but unmoving. It takes a short time for me to calm down from my euphoria, eyes slowly peeling open and adjusting to the dim lit room.

Robert is hovering above me, eyes sparkling regardless of the room not being that bright. A lopsided smile touching his lips. Amusement written all over his face, making me blush and bite my bottom lip.

   “You're an expressive lover, I like that,” he says before leaning down to capture my lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

I waste no time to reciprocate it, fingers massaging his scalp. Tongues twirling together doing the tango dance. Robert is a skillful kisser. His kisses leaves one drowsy and a little disoriented. His fingers slowly leaving the warmth of my coochie, and gripping my waist in a strong hold, surely to leave marks behind. 

I mumbled incoherently within the course of the kiss, my lungs burning as my chest heaves up and down, struggling to catch a breath. Robert chuckles against my lips as he breaks the kiss. I gasp for air ignoring his smug look and the bit of swelling on his lips that were now a deep shade of pink going for a smudging red.

   “I can't wait to wreck you sweetheart, and hear every sound your perfect mouth can scream for me,” he says in a low, husky tone.

My fingers dance over his face, soft and gentle, tracing the structure of his perfect, handsome face. I don't know what has hypnotized me, but at this moment Robert is the most beautiful creature I've had a pleasure to lay my hands on. He captured my wrist, stopping the movement of my left hand, and turned his face to kiss the inside of my palm.

   “Don't look at me like that Jennie, you're putting yourself in a very compromising position,” he says, voice taken down by an octave or two, making it sound more like a threat.

Then he is scrambling off the bed. I blink, being brought back into the present time. Mind clear of any fog. I watch as his back flex from every step he takes forward. He is only in black boxers, skin extremely tan from how dim the lights are. He pulls the dresser drawer open, shuffles things around. When he turns around, he is lifting the condom he retrieved from the drawer. He then stalkes back to the bed.

My heart is racing miles per second as I watch him get closer. Second guessing this very moment. Perhaps, we are moving too fast. Perhaps, I am not ready. Suddenly, I feel like a virgin during prom night in some cheap motel behind the gas station. That may be too precise, but I guess I am reminiscing on my past memory with Steven.

Steven?

The thought is cut short, when Robert's knee makes the bed dip, his hand gripping my neck pulling me in for another heated kissing session. Just like a feather blown away by the wind, my thoughts and worries are burnt into nothingness.

I grind against his thigh. Robert being the man he is, grabs my hip and presses me down stopping my movement. He pulls away momentarily to pull of his boxers. My eyes go wide at the size and length. Precum dripping from his veiny, thick cock. 

My eyes are shifted away from the grand sight by two fingers that hook beneath my chin, lifting my face up, a pair of lips pressing against mine. This kiss is, slow, a little rough, and passionate.

Lips move from my lips, pepper kisses traveling down my jawline, and pausing on my neck to suck on it a little harsher, smearing some couple of hickies. My eyes squeeze shut as I pant heavily. Teeth nipping against my skin, before scrapping down, and then his mouth wrap around my staut nipple. Fingers caressing my insides and gently brushing over my sensitive clit.

   “Oh, baby!” I groan, twisting the sheets with my fingers.

The tingles caressing my body, seize the moment I feel the tip of Robert's cock pushing against my hole. My eyes snap open, wide in shock and a bit of panic. I don't know when Robert slipped on the condom, but I could feel the rubber like material wrapped around his dick, as the head pops inside.

   “Aaah….” I moan and hiss, the same time he grunt against my nipple.

He goes back to sucking my nipple as he pushes his cock deep inside me. I bite my bottom lip, taming the moans that threaten to slip out, some managing to bubble in my throat and others turning into whines.

Once he is balls deep in, he tips his head back, arms trembling as he holds himself up with his balled fists pressed into the mattress. I can tell he was having a hard time to control himself. Honestly, it was a little surprising and heartwarming to see him being this thoughtful. Instead of just going wild with his thrusts and chasing his orgasm, he holds himself back for me to adjust to the stretch.

Slowly he starts thrusting in and out, still holding back no matter how torturous that might feel for him. He takes it slow, gyrating his hips, diving deeper that he was before.

   “Ah! Baby,” I gasp, gripping his biceps, nails biting into his skin but he doesn't complain.

Only pants and puffs of breathes leaves his lips as he slowly picks up the pace.

   “You're so tight, my love,” he groans, and then looks down between us to peek where we were connected.

As soon as he meets the sight, only gibberish come out of his lips.

   “I'm so sorry sweetheart,” he states suddenly.

I am confused for a brief second, before a loud scream screech out on my throat. He is thrusting deep and hard. The last thrust followed by more powerful, and forceful thrust. My hands scrap down his chest, to his torso, and then the headboard above my head. At this point I don't know what is coming out of my mouth, but my throat feels sore and scratchy. 

   “Ah, you feel so good. You feel so fucking good,” he groans as his upper body lowers down, but not his thrusts.

They are still robotically fast and impossibly deep.

I lick my lips, eyes searching for his gaze. His eyes are strangely dark, pupils blown out, but he looks even more ethereal like this. It's like time freezes and I am sucked into his depths and locked in there.

He intertwines our fingers on one hand, the other gripping my hip in a threshold. He connects our lips, thrusts slowing down. Turning to slow yet deep thrusts that send me on overdrive, pressing against places I never knew existed.

I gasp against his lips, eyes fluttering like two butterfly wings, as a sweet tingle builds around my abdomen.

  “Rob,” I call out in a hoarse voice. “Please…please don't stop, baby,” I whisper into the night, but I know he hears me from the grunt that vibrates in his throat. “It feels so good. Just like that, baby,” I moan, hand gripping his butt cheek.

Then his thrusts pick up momentum, hitting just as deep, but faster, over and over. My back arch off the bed, a scream vibrates in my throat, and my body convulse with another ogarsm hitting harder than the first one. Eyes rolling back.

Robert's face tucks into the crook of my neck, a few grunts escaping his lips as his warm breaths fan against my sweaty skin. His thrusts growing sloppy, before a loud groan vibrates in his throat. I can feel his body trembling on top of me. His dick twitching inside me as it offloads into the condom.

  “Mhm!” I moan, licking my lips, aftershocks sizzling through my veins.