Última atualização: 12/03/2021

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Hot as a fever
Shaking bones
I could just taste
Taste
Sex On Fire - Kings Of Leon


I closed the door carefully, seeing him so focused on his world, his moment, that he barely noticed my arrival. Having the password to his studio was one of the things I liked most, because in addition to seeing and understanding 's confidence in me from the symbolic view, I was privileged to be able to make sudden visits. Like this, for example.
Three in the morning and I couldn't stop thinking about the last message he had sent me a few hours earlier. Of course, everything started with me provoking him, since we were going to the fifth day without seeing each other. In a way unlike anything I had ever lived in my 20 years of life, among so many trips around the world and sheets soaked with sweat, or the other places I could stick myself in to take pleasure with whoever interested me and showed up, was, without a doubt, my biggest cause for commotion. He was able to get me off track and, in almost four years of a kind of agreement we had about catching ourselves without clinging to feelings, I already saw myself completely crazy in everything we did and we could still do together. Therefore, when passed more than three days that he did not fall into my bed giving me that unspeakable pleasure, I would go after it.
Maybe I'm crazy, but I accept that with my heart - and other things - very open. I was crazy to hear my name coming out of your lips in the most electrifying sound caused by your hoarse and soprano voice. Madly with my body on fire for every touch he gave me. In other words: being explicitly fucked by was my greatest gift of life and that, inexplicably, got me hooked.
I left my bag on top of the small sofa on the side wall of the door and loosened it, took a deep breath to try to control the chill in my belly; was sitting in his chair, concentrating as usual and moving his head with the rhythm of something he heard on the phone - at a height more than recommended. He was totally absorbed and it was so sexy, I could stand there for hours admiring him without moving a muscle.
But I had other plans at the time, which included diverting that attention from him to me, being the ultimate goal. Perhaps I was extremely selfish because I wanted to hinder him in his work. Although at that moment he was overcoming his workaholic type, because, as I remembered, he had been there since the morning of the previous day.
So I decided that there was no turning back and even if there was an alternative route, I didn't feel like it. In my mind, the configuration for that moment was already well defined and only after completing my objective, I would leave there - certainly after making him eat something, a food itself.
- So you mean you don't get it out of your mind how I'm always on fire? - I took off his phone, behind his chair, saying the object of our message conversation very low in his ear. This one that had ended with me sending photos of how I was at that moment.
stood still, did not move a muscle, but I could see how he was shivering. Then, after almost five seconds, he moved his hand, wiggling his own fingers on the table and releasing his right hand off the mouse.
- If you could get into it, you would see it with your own eyes. - He replied, moistening his lips, enough for me to feel my belly cry out for that part of his body on my skin, making that path that he knew very well up to the middle of my legs.
I could gasp at that moment, but I controlled myself. It wouldn't be slow, but we were just getting started. Starting with the tone in our conversation, bathed in a unique lust.
- I can't go in, but you can show me ... how you feel - I turned my body upright, still standing behind his chair and he turned to me.
- How many buttons. - looked directly at my red button overcoat.
His gaze was flooded with lust, he knew perfectly well that I only wore that winter piece when I was going on a meet with him. All the other times I made sudden visits to him in his studio, when I waited for him on my penthouse with only sex in mind, and, of course, when I showed up at his apartment in the middle of the night. All of our most intense encounters were formed with that piece by Dior covering my body, which, in an always well elaborated way, was semi covered by some new lingerie set. However, this time, I did not have on a pantyhose and garter belt, to make the set more complete. What did not go unnoticed by his eyes.
He moved nothing but his eyeball, watching me from top to bottom.
- I know you like to open them all. - I referred to the buttons, keeping my gaze on yours, which had now fixed on mine.
- I like what I find under it. But I don't like it to cover.
started to pull me by the fabric bar. Our difference in height, because he was sitting, made him face slightly tilted upwards. And we were not so far away, however much my body felt the opposite, only a small step separated us. However, when his hand was raised, I just took a step back, pulling my cordless headphones out of the pocket of the garment.
- Put it on.
I extended one to him and stayed with the other. Again he moistened his lips and my body decided to ignore it, just to focus on that moment. Normally, I didn't dictate all the rules, but that morning, that visit was mine.
I pulled the cell phone out of the other pocket and, when we put the phone on, respectively, I played the song, one that I always listened to and couldn't stop thinking about it, the times it fell apart inside me or made me have the same result. Sex On Fire by Kings Of Leon was a perfect soundtrack for him to make me understand and sign under my burning body.
And I can say that he recognized the song right from his first chords. His jaw locked and his right hand went straight to the middle of his legs, squeezing.
- You… my sex is on fire. - I stayed in place, whispering a part of the song that would follow, but changing the original word "your", for "mine". After all, I really would always be on fire for him.
I didn't have to wait any longer, or even ask, our conversation was always explicit and objective with just the exchange of looks and tension. He moved the chair further forward and his hands began to unbutton his overcoat, nimbly, from the bottom up. And I threw my phone somewhere, not paying attention to where or the noise when it fell. I would worry about that later.
When all the buttons were open, he stood up, helping me to remove the garment, in a sensuously delicate way. The look? As always stuck in mine. And because I was wearing a medium-sized high heel, we were almost at the same height, but he still needed to direct his gaze down a little and me up. Allowing me that submissive feature that I gave him every time in a free and decisive way.
I didn't care about the control, I didn't have it with and much less did I want to have it.
The overcoat fell to the floor and his right hand went to the back of my neck, with Caleb Followill screaming in our ears “your sex is on fire”. His lips took mine with all the necessity and the same rhythm as always, being precise and like a poison, taking the entire length of my body. The back of my neck was steady, reaching for my hair and pinning the strands between his fingers.
was not the type to praise the bra or panties I wore for him, being always an unrepeatable one. But I could feel in his eyes how he himself was graced with the pieces, especially when I wore white, his favorite color. And when our kiss ended, due to shortness of breath and also his desire to run his lips down my neck and lap, I saw the glow in his iris radiate. He stepped away a little and, even though I was protesting it internally, feeling his hands roam my body caused the necessary comfort for that charged lust.
His touch was my greatest carnal addiction.
Slowly he moved his hands down to the waistband of my panties, sliding his hand into her. I closed my eyes, squeezing his shoulder without any premise.
- It burns here. - He told me, and I opened my eyes to face him. - I feel Icarus going towards the sun.
- But we are different ...
- Yes, because I reach my flight every time I go towards the sun. To you.
Again our lips clashed, my hands in his hair, ruffling the soft strands. His hand was precise, firm, agile and possessed of unparalleled superiority, while he touched and stimulated me - barely knowing that the last, fortunately, was not always so necessary. And against his lips I was already emerging with the first moans, feeling the electric current for my body to increase and make me more hot. In addition to being more eager to feel every step of what we were doing.
It didn't take long for two of his fingers to be inside me, his other free hand squeezing the back of my neck and then pulling the strands away, making my face tilt up and my neck more exposed to his hickeys and kisses deposited there. My eyes wanted to look at his, but I wouldn't be able to at that moment, even if I had my head up. Staring at the ceiling illuminated by that half-stage light seemed to be the most coherent of the inconsistencies of that moment.
knew my body and my weaknesses very well, he knew how to let every touch on me and every rhythm. He knew much more about my desires than I did, and each time we shared the pleasure, I discovered with him what I already knew about me. And that was what made me like it and want to be his for moments like that.
I felt his bite, with controlled force, on my cheek, turning my face in the same direction as before, to face him. Holding firmly in my hair, just above the nape of the neck, he said to me:
- You won't come without me asking, do you hear? - The natural volume and the thick sound of his voice, in tune with his fingers that came out of me, made me groan.
That was the instant nostalgia that I hated.
- Was I clear? - he tightened his grip and I just nodded, knowing I had a sore face. It was how I really felt, aching with longing. And seeing him take one of his two smeared fingers into his mouth, sucking them with that look of a tremendous boorish fucker, made me contain another moan by biting my lips. - You are delicious, Cafrey. Test.
The other finger that had not gone to his mouth entered mine and I closed my eyes, savoring my own taste, listening to him let out a light and almost inaudible groan. The effect that I knew how to have on him, that I liked, knowing that just as I entered, also did.
He took my lips then, now the taste of mint coffee in his mouth, mixed with sex. Which we were just getting started with and that I would know how to enjoy every fraction of a second.
His body was guiding me backwards while we kept the fast and precise rhythm of that full kiss and overflowing our indecency. I was pushed back, falling down on the sofa and without delay, knelt between my legs, leaving them wide open to place himself there. My panties were torn off, almost torn, and, while his thumb massaged my clit circularly, his mouth went to my lower region.
It was as if Caleb's voice in my ear, mixed with the fast, wild rhythm of the music, was the entrance song from heaven. While he said, in the lyrics, that my sex was on fire, I understood that it was paradise. And in fact, for me it was.
We didn't count and we weren't used to it, every time gave me an oral he did it without scruples or any worries. It was a commitment given by him that I had no way, why and much less what to complain about. His mouth was good besides breathtaking kisses and leaving my skin respectfully marked in regions that only he would have access to, because he knew that after all that time it was for his bed, his kiss, his touch and his unique fuck that I would come back.
I was for the same way he was for me and this exchange was ours alone. We were a type of Bonnie and Clyde, within our context. Two carnal sinners handed over without guilt to that.
I could already feel my body weaken and so could he, because he moved away, kissing the inside of my leg, going to the groin and going up the kisses. Playing with my breasts, removing them from the lace bra and without a bulge - which left my nipples exposed - was the low blow for that. I didn't know how to concentrate when he sucked on my nipple and played with his fingers on the other. My extremely weak and sensitive point.
Low blow due to the way he knew me very well.
- ... - I moaned again, but this time more dragged, pulling his hair.
- Don't come. If you do that, we'll stop here. - He said, lifting his face to look at me.
I took his lips, holding them on either side of his face, moved by the rhythm in my ear and body. Without any scruples or delicacy I pushed him back with my foot, knowing that the thin heel would probably have left a mark on his abdomen. He fell sitting and leaning on his arms behind his body, his legs folded and spread, with that small-mouthed smile that only a son of a bitch would give, and that disturbed me every night.
I got off the couch and placed myself in the middle of his body, being anxious to open his pants and pull them down, next to her underwear.
My mouth watered at the sight I had of his stiff member. Releasing him was like releasing the hormone equivalent of more than ten women in it’s fertile period into me. I knew I was staring at him with the lust that minutes before he threw me.
Well, at that moment it was my turn.
I was taken by surprise when he pulled my right hand and licked my palm, leaving it very moist, lubricated as if he still needed it. This was more for the sexual symbolism of the moment than for what was really necessary; was well oiled to receive my mouth.
I barely jerked him off, not restraining my urge to bring my lips to the tip of his member, his glans perfectly designed. I sucked, licked, kissed and heard him moan my name, feeling my heart racing and something telling me that once again we were on the right track. Just as I liked to moan your name, I loved hearing mine leave your lips in that aphrodisiac way.
I put it whole in my mouth, starting to come and go slowly, and then gradually increase the speed at which I sucked it. I noticed that his body was erect, one of his hands held my two behind my body, while the other held my loose threads. I knew that this was the movement in which he wanted to tell me not to stop - he never forced me, as normally anyone else would, by forcing his hand and dictating my movement; liked how I, and only me, sucked him.
- Fuck, ... I'm going to come in your mouth.
I went on, feeling that he was serious. I released one of my hands, taking it to his member and masturbating it, to the aid of my mouth. That fire in my body cried out for him to come at that moment, I wanted to taste him that way. It was another longing that I had.
- oh fuck
I ignored any and all warnings from him, especially when he cursed in English - which made me extremely crazy. It was pulsing and I didn't stop with my hand, licking my wet lips with its natural lubricant, when it finally splashed on me. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, getting his hot cum over there.
I swallowed, ran my tongue around his member to clean it, and raised my hand to my lips, wiping away any residue. All of this facing him. He was adamantly handed over to me, as always.
- You pervert… - He laughed, pulling me to kiss him and I advanced on his body.
I put one leg on each side of his body, staying on his lap and feeling our intimate regions brush against each other. I was a little taller, but nothing to stop that kiss, now warmer and less needy - at a natural pace. His arms supported me and, standing up with my legs twisted in his torso, took me to the bench of his equipment, causing something to fall.
He walked away only to pick up a condom packet and take off his sneakers, socks and pants, for good. When he returned to the middle of my legs, with the protection already on, he pulled my hair back in his fingers, pulling them back. It penetrated me without any warning or request, permission had been granted for a long time. I took off his black T-shirt to dig my nails into his back and in the midst of scratches, loud moans of bad words, names and disconnected words, synchronized kisses and tugs of hair, he did what could only satisfy my carnal desire: he fucked me like only he could do it.
My legs were shaking, but I was trying to control myself so I wouldn't fall apart so quickly. When I was taken off the counter and taken to the couch, I concentrated on that second act. turned me on his back, pushing my body to lean forward, leaning on the arm of the sofa. And there I was totally stuck for him.
Caleb screamed in our ears, in another repetition of the song. And when he said, again, that my sex was on fire, I felt my body move forward, followed by the burning slap that gave me.
I could see the earpod that was in his ear falling to the floor, then feeling his hands hold each one on one buttock. That squeeze would leave a mark and I wouldn't mind, as long as it was his. Along with the sound of the slaps and our groans, if that room didn't have perfect acoustics and that record company was full, it would be possible for others to hear the noise of our hips clashing as he lashed out at me with no shame.
I was pressing the upholstery of the sofa, when he felt that I would get there, perhaps feeling the same, for he did as he always does: he bent over, covering my back with his sweaty and hot torso. His right hand made a kind of ponytail in my hair, pulling it tightly, while the other squeezed my waist.
And glued like that, merging with my body, I felt that my time had come and between my lips, which I was biting over and over, his name came out in the form of a loud and very audible groan. The hand that was in my hair surrounded my face, holding it between his forefinger and thumb, so that it squeezed my cheek.
His thrust decreased in speed and intensity, I could feel that I had come again, because even though I was using a condom, that warm feeling inside me confirmed if there was any doubt.
I was partially sated by the hour. His ragged breath in my ear, still holding and holding me like that, softened all my anxieties. And again I was delivered to him. The sound of 's voice, hoarse and low, caused to my heart to speed up again, when he said:
- I don't need another soundtrack with you moaning my name and asking for more, Cafrey.


End.



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