Forever Lost

Chapter three

I walk fast to my stranger. “Let's go. My house is around the corner” I wonder how I am not tripping and falling when I am this drunk.

Could this be love? Love at first sight.

Well,we will worry about that later in the day.

I am hungry and no, it's not for food.

“Do you stay around here?” I try starting up a conversation so it won't look all weird.

“No, it's just a business trip”he said, smiling.do I see fang? God, I can feel the burning sensation between my thighs. I am gone at this point. I could imagine his teeth deep in my neck. God! Will I really let this boy go? Will I be okay? Am I getting into something I know I will regret? I sure do hate commitment. I feel a sweat dropping.

Is there really heat or is it the burning sensation in me?

We got to my house,well it was really around the corner.

I struggle with my purse trying to get my key. s**t! Why am I nervous? This isn't my first f**k so why am I giving a f**k?! I screamed but in my head. I can actually feel it. I can feel his eyes piercing through me. s**t! This is awkward.

“Finally” I said out loud when I finally got the door open. “Come in” I said to him.

I guess he doesn't talk much because I can count the number of words he has said to me since we got in here or is he just smiling because he knows what his teeth are doing to me?!

Either way, it's working. We entered the bedroom. Thank God my room isn't a mess today. He walked straight and sat on my bed while I entered after him but I couldn't move forward. What is this god doing on my bed? I fold my arms to admire the sexy creature I think I just bagged.

His golden hair, his perfect jaw,his very smooth skin. I can see how formed his chest and stomach are from his shirt. I know I am tall but this guy is taller. He will look good on a runway,no! I think he looks better between my legs. Ouchhh! The burning sensation again. This guy is going to make me run mad and funny enough,I am all for it. I have been staring for too long. He probably thinks I am not okay in the head.

I grin,I want to tear that cloth off his fucken chest. He's smiling back at me. Are we thinking the same thing or am I just being delusional?

I moved from the door.

“Stranger,do you want to take a bath first?” I need to get him out of my sight so I can think straight.

“Yeah” he got up.

“Do you have an extra towel I could use” ever heard a god speak before? Yeah,he sounds like one. I can feel my legs shaking as I walk to my wardrobe to get an extra towel.

“Thank you” he said

You don't have to thank me, just take off your clothes.

He grin. Like he could read my mind or even hear my heart beat fast.

Here I am, in my bedroom with a hot stranger. I should be scared, frightened,what if he's a serial killer or a kidnapper. Well,I would want him to actually kill me so this burning sensation can stop.

I stood up and walking around my bedroom, going back and forth.

Then I settle down to pull out my jeans so I can get some air between my thighs.

I rolled my hair into a bun and went to the kitchen to brush my teeth. I need to get that alcohol off my breath.

After brushing my teeth,I quickly wash my face. Not forgetting the hot man in my room. Now I feel hungry,yes, food hungry but I don't have time for that.

I walk back to the room still hoping he is still bathing so I can have a little time to work on my face. I opened the door and I saw him standing in the middle of my room with a towel tied around his waist.

He even make towel look sexy. I couldn't help but stare and if I were in his shoes,I would have jumped out through the window because I can't even count the amount of time I have looked at him with so much lust and need. I need help. Oh! I am more than convinced I need help and he's the perfect help I need.

I walk slowly towards him. Forget my face. I need his lips on my and I need it very desperately. I walked close to him wanting to feel his chest or maybe wanting to feel if this hot man is real.

As if he could read my mind,he took my hand and placed my hand right on his chest.

I feel just at home right here.

He bent his head till I could feel his breath on my forehead. No guy I have ever hooked up with was this tall. More reason why I am easily turned on by this guy.

He kissed my forehead and I feel my legs shaking. I need to hold on to something or I am scared I will fall. I moved back. Trying to get to my dressing table and he followed me. Eyes still locked on mine. I can see it now. The burning desire in his eyes. He wants me as much as I want him and knowing that makes me want him more. My leg hit the table and I put my hands on it to balance but he had a better decision as he picked me up and dropped me on the table. God,I just bought this table. Please do not let us break it. I prayed in my head.

He touched my face and his fingers traced down to my lips “mm,so soft” he mutter as he plays with my lips. I am not a fan of b**m but I immediately want him to tie me up as his hand found its way to my neck as he gives it a little squeeze and pull my face to his “f**k” I whisper as he slip his tongue into my mouth and I bite his lips. The kiss is blatantly, deliciously carnal, and I melt against him, matching every thrust of his tongue with mine. He tastes like mint. Was this how my toothpaste taste or does he have an extra flavour in his mouth? Never mind. I can't even place my thoughts together but I know this is how I thought he will taste like.Just like this, sweet and hot

He glides the fabric of my underwear across my c**t, and my back arches at the burst of pleasure that radiates through my body, so sweet I can taste it.

He captures my mouth with his again in a hungry assault, his tongue sliding against mine as his fingers stroke me through the fabric, expertly using it for friction. I try to rock my hips against his hand for more, but my feet dangle off the table, robbing me of leverage. I can only have what he decides to give.

“Touch me,” I demand, my fingernail dug into his neck. I hate the fact that I might be hurting him but he's pushing me and taking me to places I can't see. f**k! I can't even see. The pleasure cover my eyes forcing me to roll it. “f**k” I moan as he plays with me through the fabric. I should have taken this pant off long ago.His fingers slide under my underwear and stroke my slickened core, and a moan tumbles from my lips. His touch is electric all I can do is whimper against his mouth as he slides one finger inside me. My muscles clench around him, and he works in a second.

“You’re so f*****g hot.” His voice drops, sounding like it’s been scraped over coals.

“Oh fuck.” That mouth. I throw my hands back against the wall for leverage, knocking off most of my cream to the ground.His words curl around my mind, his mouth fused to mine, and the intimacy of it pushes me to the limit of pleasure and then right over it.

He swallows my cry as my back bows, the first wave of my o****m washing over me, releasing that tight coil of tension in a burst of sparks at the edge of my vision, breaking me into a million scattered stars.

“Fuckkk” I moan as my bad decision splash infront of my eyes. I still can't see clearly and I am not fucken drunk.

He grips my hips, lifting me for a better angle, and the head of his c**k rubs against my c**t. I gasp and his eyes lock with mine. The hunger I see etched in every tense line of his body is my undoing. I don’t care if it we break this table. I need him. I need him buried deep in me.

He picked me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. Too scared that I might die of need if I let him go,if I free him.

He drop his kneels on the bed and lay me down softly. I love how he's so hard with me yet soft.

“Got any condom around” he asked. I couldn't even speak as I point to the cupboard. I should still have a pack there.

He opened it searching. He should be fast. I can feel myself slowly dying. Good. He found it. He took two with him. I look him wondering where his towel is,I don't care I think I like him better naked.

He climb on me and buried his teeth in my neck,f**k,I grabbed on to his neck like my life depends on it.

He slowly used his tongue to slide down my body as his tongue linger on my n****e.

What the f**k is this pleasure?! I screamed in my head. He slowly cup my second boobs in his hand while his tongue works on my boobs. I don't think I need to repent to go to heaven. This stranger is already taking me there.

He went back to my neck while giving my boobs a soft massage.

Following the same pattern,his mouth went back but this time,his hand went to my c**t, massage and rubbing it.

It's killing me, the pressure is killing me.

My moan were everywhere. Good thing I don't have a roommate. How will I explain this pleasure?

His removed his hand while he use his d**k to rub my c**t. This is punishment. Why is he punishing me. I really can't can't it anymore.

“Please go deep” is that a smirk? Is he really happy punishing me?! He took the condom and tear it open. And within a few seconds, it's already on him and his eyes locked with mine. He used his hand to directly his d**k into me. With a full thrust and he's there deep inside me but not moving. He mouth search for mine in the darkness as his tongue thrust into mine. Playing a game, going in and out while he's still buried deep inside me.

“Please” I begged in his mouth

I think he knew I was dying, dying right there under him.He slams back into me, again and again, as he sets a brutal, steady pace, his mouth sliding down my neck as his hand rises to cup my breast.

Heaven at least.

I can’t even think around the maddening pleasure as my back pounds on the bed with every thrust, filling the room with the sound of our straining bodies. Every stroke is better than the last. My breaths stutter.

“Fuckkkkkkk” I moan as my legs began to shake

“Hold on, you better not c*m yet” his voice,his command voice stopping my time bomb. I can't help but do whatever this man wants.

Doom!

He's shaking on top of me. With every thrust,a burning desire, with ever thrust a story is told but whose story? What is his story? What will be my story? How do I get this man to stay with me?

Fuck,I don't even know his name. Yet he commands me,not just me but my whole body.

Untold desire,his sweats feels like an achievement to me. He groan like a music to my ear.

“You can c*m”like a timer to my bomb,we both exploded.

Yes, this is it.

This is the ultimate pleasure.

So there's actually more to this world than I thought. The world can actually be more colourful and beautiful.

Who is this man that brings colour to my world? Who is this man that is hard yet so soft. So tender.

I don't think I will be able to get something like this,this pleasure elsewhere.

Should I beg him to stay with me?

He rolled off me and laid by my side as my eyes dropped and a heavy sleep overshadowed me.

What a night!

What a great s*x!

“Thank you, stranger” I whispered as he he hugged me and I slept off

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