Touch Me Deeper

Chapter Nine: Wet dream

“Did you just had a wet dream about me? “, Rose asked.

“Umm no”, Arnold replied, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Okay, let me get you some water”, Rose said and went to the kitchen to get some. She was about to open the Fridge, but just on that moment she was in someone's arm. Arnold kissed her as if he was craving her. “God, you drive me crazy and yes, I had a wet dream about me f*****g you”, Arnold murmured against her lips as he slid his hands under the large shirt she pulled on before she made her way to the kitchen. His hands groped at her breasts gently, fingers playing with her n*****s to get Rose to sign in to his mouth. Her breaths were mixing, lips brushing and foreheads touching. “Arnold…” Rose whispered. “Take me to bed.” Arnold hummed deeply and plastered his lips onto hers as he hoisted Rose once again.

He intended to do what Rose Asked from him, but when she slipped her tongue in his mouth and moaned into the kiss so prettily, he couldn’t help but slam her back against the fridge, hips flushed against hers. “f**k…” Rose sighed before Arnold stole her breath away. “Arnold,” she whined. “Please, touch me, kiss me, f**k me, please!” Arnold snarled and pulled the t-shirt off her with one move of his wrist. Rose gasped.

His fingers found the panties she had put on at the last second, and they were quick to get rid of it, too. “Did you “Arnold smirked. “You owe me a set,” Rose said, eyes narrowed. Arnold chuckled and leaned in for a dirty kiss. “I’ll buy you the best lingerie set I can ever find, babe,” he murmured. “I’ll make you look so pretty and wrecked in it, if that’s her wish.” Rose whined.

Her body had started burning slowly, her nerves awoke and were aware of every single part of Arnold’ body touching hers. “Yeah?” Arnold said. “You want that? You want me to bruise her ass and make it look pretty in that nice lingerie I’m going to buy you?” “Yes, God, f**k, I want that,” Rose moaned. Arnold chuckled darkly. His hand disappeared from her view for a second, and she felt his body tremble slightly as he got rid of his boxers.

Then, she felt him freeze and heard him curse. “The condom is in my wallet,” he said and grimaced. “My wallet is in her bedroom.” She snorted. “It’s fine,” she whispered against his lips. “She won’t get me pregnant.” She kissed him chastely. He sighed into it, kissing she right back and tightening his hold on her. “She sure?” He asked. She wanted to hug him and never let go because he was the sweetest. She nodded.

She peppered kisses all over his face as he positioned himself and helped she to sink down on his c**k slowly. “Oh s**t,” he moaned. “Oh!” He felt f*****g amazing in her. He was big and just a bit thicker than average, filling her up so nicely that she never wanted him out. His balls were nestled nicely against her crack, his hips were flushed against hers, and she were in freaking heaven.

“Damn, honey, you-“ Arnold cut him off for a moan when she clenched up around him involuntarily. She hissed at the feeling. She grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging deep into the muscle, she threw her head back. “Move,” she whimpered. “s**t, Arnold, move!” With another moan, he did. His hips started to move in and out, balls swinging with the fullness they had reached again and c**k touching at the sensitive spots inside her that she weren’t aware of.

She could feel his thigh muscles moving under hers, could feel his labored breathing licking her neck with every thrust and feel his stubble scratching the skin of her neck raw. Letting t soft ‘uh, uh, uh’ sounds, she tightened around him, Arnold cursed. “Damn, you have no idea how much you drive me crazy,” Arnold gritted it out. She chuckled, but the noise blended into a groan in the halfway. “The noises you make, f*****g”Arnold latched onto her neck, kissing and nipping and sucking as he picked up the pace.

Soon, he was slamming in and out of her at full power. Finally having Arnold inside her. It was an incredible feeling. Her body was on fire and hungry for release like it didn’t have six orgasms before. His hot and sweaty body was plastered against hers so nicely that she always wanted him to stay this way. His bulk was covering her body, caging her in and making her feel small, and she loved it so much. Rose pulled on his hair, forcing him to part from her neck.

He gasped at the delicious pain at his scalp, the hips momentarily losing the rhythm he set up, but he was quick to pick it up again. Rose leaned in and kissed him messily. Tongues fighting for dominance, she sucked on his bottom lip. Both of them were breathless, bodies sweaty and Arnold hold slipping occasionally. “Mm mm,” she hummed when she felt the coil in her groin growing tighter and hotter. “I’m going to come,” she whispered.

Pulling on Arnold's’ hair even more, she moaned. “Arnold, you going to make me come,” she whined. Arnold growled. He pulled out for a second, shushing her whimpers, and turned her around. Rose hissed when her chest made contact with the fridge’s cold surface, but soon that hiss turned into a pleased moan when Arnold slipped inside her again. He sneaked an arm around her neck, pulling her up against his body as he continued to slam into her.

His pace was faster than before; his movements were desperate, and his breathing was even harder. He was close, too, she knew it. She grabbed onto his ass. Her fingers dug into the meaty ass cheeks, and she squeezed them. Arnold groaned. “Going to make me come,” he breathed. “Going to make me come so hard, babe, I’m-“ He groaned again but louder. His arm around her neck tightened a bit.

It was restricting the easiness of her airflow a bit, letting a tiny amount of oxygen reach her lungs but making sure that he was stopping a big portion. It made her feel dizzy. Rose loved it. His c**k stroked that spot in her once and twice, and then there was a white noise filling her ears as her orgasm hit her. “Oh-!” She heard Arnold gasping loudly before moaning right into her ear, but he sounded like he was underwater.

She was merely aware that his hips came to a halt, his release warming up and painting her insides. Likewise, she moaned softly. It took her a couple of minutes to come back to herself. Her body was still tingly, legs trembling slightly, she felt astonishing. “God-f*****g-dammit, Sweetheart,” Arnold cursed, slipping a couple of Korean curses, too. She chuckled. She felt drunk, high, and everything that was a good feeling. Likewise, she could hear Arnold mumbling to himself as he pulled out, but she was too lost into the feeling to actually hear him.

Not only that, but she felt the ground disappearing under her feet, and a second later, her back kissed the softness of her mattress. Furthermore, she was aware that Arnold was cuddling her, playing with her hair and peppering kisses all over her face and shoulders. He was murmuring softly, too. She hummed. “Hey,” he said. She smiled largely at him. Arnold chuckled.