Carnal Intrigue

I am high as a kite. 

Higher than the sun in the sky, even. 

He is hot and fiery, like molten lava, and I am melting in his presence. 

In his presence, I can't see the forest for the trees. 

He is a majestic forest ...and his trees obscure my view.

I languidly brush his hands away, but they return like boomerangs. 

His touch grazes lightly over my bare skin - my belly, the curve of my arm, the nape of my neck, tracing my collarbone.

At times, he holds me close as he whispers all the wicked things he plans to do to me.

He possesses striking handsomeness, and I am soaring on cloud nine in his company. 

His charisma  …and his trees intoxicate my mind. 

I take slow, deep breaths, hardly able to muster the energy to move. 

We joke and lazily fondle.

There are moments when I laugh at his antics, but at other times, I find them less amusing.

More caresses and a sensual kiss. Wow! 

Nervous energy buzzes under my skin, a compelling mix of caution and anticipation. 

Yet, there is also a curious sense of relaxation, as if the very air whispers secrets of forbidden pleasures.

I manage to turn onto my side, my movement limited by my profound high.

Why did I let him get me this high!

I sense his presence closing in behind me, edging closer, inch by inch, and now, gripping me into him. 

I attempt to wriggle free.

His grip tightens. 

I wriggle in vain, like a tiny bird fluttering against his chest, trapped by just one of his hands. 

His hollow and fleeting laugh amplifies my nerves.

At last, he releases me. 

Yet, I don't leap up and escape. 

Instead, I linger, waiting...

He lights up again. 

As I turn towards him with a smile, he breathes out a cloud of smoke that engulfs my face, stinging my eyes. 

Frantically, I roll onto my back, gasping for fresh air. Instantly, he's hovering over me, blowing even more smoke into my mouth. 

I'm still choking when I feel his hand press firmly against my stomach, pinning me down. 

I lift my head, struggling for air. 

Desperate for air, my head falls back, yet he steals a kiss in my breathless state. 

I wrench my head free from his kiss, only to be met with the abrasion of his stubbled chin against my cheek. 

I face him, my eyes ablaze with fury, but he laughs, apparently entertained by my turmoil.

Anger surges within me, urging me to fight, yet I'm almost immobilized, barely able to move. 

I find myself too high to react. 

Unfazed by my distress, he reaches out, attempting to undo my pants. 

I clumsily bat at his hands, trying to push them away. 

Undeterred, he makes another attempt, and this time, he triumphs. 

He roughly pushes his hand underneath mine and into my pants. 

I try to close my legs, but his leg is entwined with mine. 

His hand, persistent in its quest, delves deeper in its exploration. 

With little effort, my panty is maneuvered aside, and without foreplay or lube, his fingers make their way roughly inside my already slippery hole. 

I gasp.

I attempt to turn away from him, striving to steady my breathing, even as my entire body contradicts my efforts.

I allow him to render me incapacitated.

My legs open to him, swayed by his overwhelming attractiveness and the enticing whispers of seduction that he breathes into my ear.

Sensing my complete surrender, he withdraws his hand.

I remain motionless as my clothes come off.

I leisurely raise my gaze to meet his.

He stands and undresses, then climbs back onto the bed.

He begins by kissing my neck, sensually making his way to my lips. 

His gentleness is a welcome contrast to the rough way he handled me earlier. 

His kisses are soft and savory, sampling my lips and tongue as if they are made of the sweetest honey. 

I tilt my head back, offering him a more inviting path to my lips.—this time, when his hand returns between my legs, I don't resist; I wholly surrender, floating on the pleasure he provides.

He moves lower, sweeping kisses and licks across my neck and chest, then lingering pleasantly at my breasts. 

I arch my back in delight, warmly greeting the pleasure he gives as he licks and nibbles.

He continues down the length of my body, pausing here and there to indulge himself and me.

He teases me until I whimper and beg. 

The top of his head is a beautiful sight as I cum all over his tongue and his fingers. 

My body shudders and spasms uncontrollably. 

I curl onto my side.

He sits up and lights up again. 

I collect myself and sit up, too. 

I take a puff of his trees. 

Observing him as I smoke, I am once again overwhelmed by how stunning he is.

As I exhale, he roughly palms the back of my head, shoving my face toward his stiff cock. 

This man claims what he desires.

I lick and suck until his cum spurts down my throat, relishing the delectable musky flavor of his jizz.

We giggle as I lift my head and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

We smoke some more. 

As the smoke swirls around, my brain seems detached from my body as he casually shares his dirty thoughts between puffs in his incredibly sexy, deep voice.

His voice entrances my mind, and the boundaries of time and space seem to blur into non-existence. 

It seems we gently slipped into sleep...

I stir as he gently rolls me onto my back. 

Offering no resistance, I look up at him, meeting his smiling gaze.

Our bodies entwine. 

His touch reignites the embers of desire from moments before. 

I revel in the warmth of his body as I wrap him in between my legs. 

His cock, hard against my pelvis as he engulfs my lips and tongue in deep passionate kisses. 

I need him inside me. 

His teeth gently nip my neck and ear just before he impales me with his cock. 

My hips move with his every thrust as I offer myself up to him.

My arms, hands, and nails reach out for him, my breathing grows deep and uneven, and my cries linger in my throat.

Indeed, this man is like a forest—dark, deep, and capable. 

I curl myself around his powerful strokes. 

In this spellbound moment, it's just us, belonging exclusively to each other, enveloped in our own universe.

The intensity overwhelms me. 

Never have I craved anyone with such fervor as I do him right now, in this very moment. 

I surrender my body to him to use as he wishes.

He fucks me so hard and deep. 

I gaze up at his strikingly handsome features, adorned with a smile that's both gentle and smug. 

His assured, self-possessed expression ignites a fuse in me leading me to prematurely implode on his cock.

I moan and whimper and hold on as he continues to ride me hard. 

He wraps his arms tightly around me, holding me to himself as he cums deep in my pussy. 

I feel the intensity of it all down to the final thrust, where he holds himself inside me for a long while.

We drift into slumber.

When I awake it's very late, and a friend is here with him.