Happy 1st of March!

Here is the next chapter, their morning together.

Mwah!

Alexandra

Ana

We leave mid-lesson and I take him to my dorm room, in silence. I'm shaking, my heart is beating like I've been running. Lucky for me Kate is at class and the room is empty.

I glance at my kitchenette, at the far end of the room. I leave him standing by the window as I go to pour myself a drink. Yes, I need a drink at this time of the day.

"You're having a drink?"

"I am," I open the cupboard and take out a glass. Then I reach for the fridge door to open it.

"Ana, I want you sober."

His voice is all of sudden deeper, and darker. It takes me a few moments before I reply.

"Why is that?"

Acting nonchalant, the butterflies in my belly flutter around like crazy but nevertheless, I pull the bottle of white wine from the fridge and slowly I pour myself a glass, steadying my hand.

In an instant he's next to me; he takes the glass from my hand and places it on the kitchen top.

"You tell me."

I remain still, as if I expected all of this, afraid to move or to resist him. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he gently turns me around, away from him. I'm staring at my fridge right now and, knowing he can't see me, I close my eyes, fully surrendering to the moment.

"Do you think you're sober enough?"

I nod but I'm sure he hasn't seen me. His hands slide down the sides of my body, delectably tracing my curves.

Then he reaches for the hem of my dress and he starts tugging it gently up. His palms, now gliding up my body, feel warm and smooth on my skin.

It's been a while since I've felt anyone's hands on me. Wanton, and impatient, I turn around, searching for his lips; I want him, I want whatever he has planned for me. I've never had anyone watching me with such a debauched promise in his eyes. I want some of that!

He smirks at my frustration and continues, reaching my waist; his thumbs entering my red zone. Slowly he grazes the sides of my breasts as carnal need whirls in my head. Again, impatiently I lift my arms and allow my dress to be lifted over my head, and dropped down on the floor.

He's watching my every move like a hawk; his eyes never leave mine, even though I'm standing naked in front of him bar my white panties. Then he takes a step back and takes his t-shirt off; the lean, perfect ridges of his stomach muscles suddenly are all I see.

"Kiss me," I plead, I'm not used to standing naked in front of anyone, but he just reaches out with his hand and runs his thumb over my lips; he glides it across, slowly wetting it with my saliva and then inserts it in my mouth. I've never pleased anyone orally before and I'm not sure what he wants but with my insides on fire, my body is my beacon, it walks the path that he's crafting. How he does it I cannot comprehend.

"Shh.."

He takes his wet thumb out of my mouth and, glides it from my shoulder down to and over my left breast, softly touching my skin but skipping past my pebbled nipple deliberately. He does the same with my other breast and by now, fuck, I've arched my back so much it hurts.

I can't take this anymore; I take his hand and guide it to my breast.

"Touch me."

I take his other hand and place it on my other breast.

"Don't you want me?"

"Too much."

"Then why…"

"What's the rush?" he whispers.

With his hands on my breasts, he starts kneading them gently; my hardened nipples rub against his palms, but they need more. I close my eyes and tilt my head sideways, accentuating my neck, hoping he'll get the message. I smile when I feel his hot lips on my skin. Each little kiss feels like a winter flower coming in bloom under his touch. Last thing I sense with my eyes closed are his fingers, tangling in my hair as he pulls my head toward him. The moment our eyes meet and I start drowning inside them, a sharp slap over my breast, followed by a tug wakes me up, rouses me; I clench my teeth and moan.

Breathing rapidly, I'm not sure what just happened but the foreign flash burn that ensues inside my body is something I want more of.

Another slap over my other breast, followed by a long tug makes me lose my mind even more.

"Hi," he says darkly.

Everything slows down again. He hovers over my lips, inhaling the air I breathe, waiting for me to part my mouth, and he kisses me, our tongues entwining into an unhurried dance.

He holds my body with his kiss, and guides me backwards towards my bed. In one hand he cups my breast and kneads it tenderly. Then he squeezes my nipple again, tug it until I moan in pain before letting it go.

I feel as if he fucked me already, but he only just touched me. I knew he had what I needed.

Having stopped by the bed, he tosses the pillow on the floor.

"Come here," he takes my hand. "Lie next to me."

I lay on my back as he positions himself between my legs, straightening up his enormous bulge... and rubbing it a few times. Then he starts shimming my panties off. But instead of chucking them aside, he brings them against his face and inhales my scent so deeply, I die from embarrassment.

"Um…You didn't have to do that."

"I had to. You drive me crazy, Ana."

I watch him as he goes down, toward my mound; he must be able to feel my trembling. I close my eyes and fully surrender to the moment. My arousal can be smelled miles away.

His hands rather forcefully grab my thighs from underneath and lift my legs up, spreading me open for him.

"Fuck me. You are one horny girl, Ana, aren't you?"

I open my eyes and see him admiring whatever it is there, between my legs. I wish he'd get on with it. I'm fucking losing it spread open like this. Then, rather quickly, and before I know what is going to happen he releases my left thigh and pinches my folds together.

His eyes land on me as I start fidgeting; his hand feels hot against my pussy but I need friction. Anything.

"Yeah, I know you are..."

I whine as I fidget more under his strength.

"Do you think you can come for me, like this?"

I don't wait; wanton, I scrunch the sheets on the bed with my hands, for balance, and start gyrating against his hand, but only a little as he holds me painfully still, and closed. My juices have seeped through, my pussy has become slippery even for him to hold and I use that, I use anything to get him to let go. I've let him inside my mind and now it's my body's turn.

"Fuck! Y-you're too hot…!.I can't do this! I fucking need to fuck you first!"

He releases his grip and hurriedly climbs on top of me. Unzipping his jeans, his cock springs out, ready for action. From his back pocket he produces a rubber, then he tears it with his teeth; he rolls it down with one hand; his eyes never leaving mine.

I'm in a hurry too. I wrap my legs around his body and I lift my hips slightly, allowing him access. With his hand he nests his head in the slit and very slowly slides it in, stretching my walls as he pushes deep inside.

His groan sounds like he's going through a personal redemption in his own hell. And me? I'm in seventh heaven, flying, my body has had an awakening of its own kind. Eyes half cast, I immerse myself in his bottomless grey pools, ready to enter his hell and never leave, ever.

Hanging above me, he places his elbows on each side of my head and pulls out. My body rebels and follows him up.

"Dance for me, Ana," he regards me with hooded eyes.

"D-dance?"

"Yes. You fuck me, baby. Take us to heaven. I need to be inside of you right now."

We stare at each other while I hungrily start thrusting upwards. His eyes close and his nostrils flare. Incredibly, he's controlling himself. I manage to do four-five heavenly thrusts, when, all of a sudden he looks at me, gritting his teeth. His eyes feel like a total eclipse is emerging in front of me.

"Fuck it!"

Grabbing my thighs from underneath, he lifts my legs up, nearly to my head, and starts thrusting to the hilt, each time groaning really loud. I mirror his sounds. He pulls it out fully, and in again. His rhythmical pounding picks up speed, his groans becoming louder; it feels as if our bodies are merging. I'm holding him tight as he pounds me harder and deeper. An eruption is coming as my moans sync with his groans.

"Ana... Wh-what…The… Fuck!"

He buries his head into my neck and rams our bodies together harder, allowing me to feel the rush of his tide and ride the waves of my own orgasmic heaven. His body shakes while these waves of pleasure crash against my shore, the veins on his cock, the pumping, the spurting of his spawn creates a culmination of feelings I never want to end.

Our bodies are entwined and his head is buried in my neck; his breathing is easing off. He leans back on his forearms, his face glistening with sweat as he gently takes my wrists and holds them above my head.

"What spell have you cast on me, Ana?"

Spell? It has to be other way around.

I try to move, to pull my hands down but he's holding me tight. Our eyes lock and I see him raising his eyebrow at me.

"I'm not finished with you, wild thing."

"You're not?"

He leans down and at first sucks, then bites my hardened nipple between his teeth. Fuck me! He tugs it up, and my body with him until I cannot arch my back anymore. Until I scream and he lets go.

There's that funny feeling between my legs, wet fire burning.

"You liked that?"

I nod. I love that.

He does the same to my other nipple, but this time I wiggle harder under him. Being held as he takes his turn on parts of my body, it drives me crazy.

"Then you're going to like," he kisses my shoulder, whispering over my skin, "What I plan for you next."

"What's that?"

"I'll tie your hands, spank your bottom, tease you until I have life in me… and then…who knows? I may even fuck you."

"Promise?"

Sparks flying out of his eyes, light up his whole face.

"Ana, be careful what you wish for."

I lift my head to kiss him and at the same time I wriggle, trying to awkwardly pull off him. He releases my hands to hold on to the condom and so I manage to push him off and run away. Free from under his weight I'm up on my feet, albeit stark naked; I grin victoriously.

"You did not just do that," he scolds, but I see a hidden smirk behind his pose. He uses the moment to take the condom off and carefully ties it in a knot; all the while watching me in silence like a hawk.

"You can say what you want but we both know what happened!" I giggle; wary he may do something.

"Where's your bin?"

"Give it here, I'll throw it out."

Just as I reach out with my hand he throws the rubber on the floor and grabs my wrist quickly.

"Now what are you going to do?" he laughs, but his voice has a scary tone. "Do you want to know what happens to girls who take liberties with me?"

"You wouldn't!" I laugh and struggle to get away but this time he holds me tighter than before. "Don't you dare!"

He throws me on the bed again, face down. Then he spreads my legs, as much as he can while I thrash about and defy him.

"They get either their bottom spanked,"

He pushes my head forward so I don't see what he is doing.

"No! I don't want that, please!"

"Or their bottom…"

I feel his hands on my butt cheeks, parting them and before I get the chance to look back and see what's happening, I sense his tongue over my ….my…..my. Fuck, that's not my…

"Ohhhhh…. Fuck!" he's not holding me any longer. I become putty in his hands instantly because I've never had what he's doing done to me before. Ever! Does this…is this… actually …can it be done? I even help him out by raising my bottom slightly.

"That's my girl," I hear his distorted words through my already lost comprehension.

I moan, whine actually, long and loud, and reach back with my hand to hold his head there. To guide him.

"Don't stop. Don't you ever stop that…ahhhh!"

"Raise up on your knees, baby. Let me have more."

I don't need any more guidance. Instantly I'm on my knees, my bottom perked up to assist him. I slightly sway left and right, and then go up and down. Helping him get to everything down there. To devour me as much as he wants to.

"F-f-fuuuck, f-fuuck, Fuck..yes, yees, yeeesss!" and finally, I feel it! I feel a sacred orgasmic surge ripping through my body, new sensations never conceivable before, making me oblivious of the noises I make and the air humping I do. This debauched act is something new …something so fucked up I'm ready to slave for the rest of my life to get this over and over.

"Scream for me, baby! Tell me how much you want this!"

I am lost in the long wail that's ripped from my throat, every single nerve ending is responding to his tongue, to his desire, to his fingers gripping my hips tight and moving them at his pace.

And after a while of floating through space, when my wail turns into a whimper, when I'm aware of him in the room, I come back down to earth and inhale.

"Wh-what the fuck was t-that?"

"If I knew you'd be this delicious, I'd have started with it."

With my cheek flat on the bed, I pant, taking deep breaths, completely out of my mind.

"You-you could've … just asked, I'd have let you immediately."

He picks up a pillow from the floor and lies down next to me.

"Come here," his arm is outstretched, his chest so inviting but I can't move. I don't want to move. I've had a heavenly experience a few moments ago; I don't want to give it up just like that by moving from the position that brought my paradise to me.

"I take it you haven't had this done to you before."

I grin. "Uh-uh."

"Fuck, Ana, where have you been? Hiding?"

I nod and start to make small movements, to readjust my position, to snuggle into his embrace.

"I bet you'll never forget me now."

"Trust me, you'll definitely be remembered."

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