Masquerade 42

Masquerade.

Under the soft glow of chandeliers, the masquerade ball was alive with the rustle of silks and the murmur of whispers. A grand hall, draped in deep crimson and gold, played host to an array of masked faces, each more enigmatic than the last.

Amidst this sea of mystery, two strangers moved with an electric tension. She wore a sleek, dark green gown that clung to her figure, her face hidden behind an emerald mask adorned with delicate feathers. Her eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the room with a hint of mischief. He, in a tailored black suit with a silver mask, carried an air of confident detachment, his movements purposeful yet casual.

Their paths crossed near a grand marble staircase. She felt his gaze before she saw him, a tingling awareness that made her skin prickle. Turning slowly, her eyes met his, and for a moment, time seemed to still. His gaze was intense, studying her with a curiosity that bordered on predatory.

"Care to dance?" His voice was smooth, almost daring. He extended a gloved hand, a challenge in his eyes.

She arched an eyebrow, a smile playing at her lips. "And if I don't?"

"Then I'd be left to wonder what could have been," he replied, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Intrigued, she placed her hand in his, and he led her to the center of the dance floor. As they moved to the music, the world around them faded, leaving only the heat of their bodies and the rhythm of their steps. His hand on her waist was firm, possessive, while her fingers grazed the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

"So, do you make it a habit of enchanting strangers at balls?" she asked, her voice teasing.

"Only the ones worth enchanting," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers. "And you?"

"I suppose I enjoy a little mystery now and then."

He twirled her, pulling her close once more, their faces inches apart. "Then I hope you enjoy the thrill of the unknown."

Their breath mingled, the heat between them palpable. She felt a wild thrill coursing through her veins, a heady mix of danger and excitement. The masquerade, with its anonymity and allure, had brought them together in this tantalizing dance.

He took her gently by the waist and decided now was the moment of truth. He lead her down a dark corridor and pushed a door.

Inside was a magnificient tear shaped bed covered with velvet drapes. He looked at her eyes and knew she wanted this just as much as he did. He looked at you ravenously. Smiling. He closed the distance to you, grabbing your head firmly and colliding his lips against yours. He stared at you for a minute, waiting for an objection, something, but you uttered none. Drowning your piercing gaze in his brown one.

He deepened the kiss and you sighed contendly against him. His hand was caressing your scalp gently. The other one was posed delicatly on your waist, bringing you closer to him. He slowly began pushing you towards the furniture. When thighs made contact with the bed, one of his hand slid under your dress to caress the skin softly. He was moving slowly. Taking his time. He knew he would worship this body, making you never regret the choice to trust him with this.

He made you lay on your back and you began undressing each other. Soon the two of you were under the covers naked like the day they were born.

His hands slid between your legs gently. He was devouring your lips, kissing your cheeks and neck, all the while, making you moan a little when his hand reached your core.

His able fingers were moving in circle on your swollen bud and your breath was becoming shorter. You tentatively began to caress his chest and he responded well to the initiative. You continued to move your hand down south while he was still continuing his worship on you. Never quitting his caress and kisses.

He let out an almost pained ''Oh.'' when you grabbed his manhood. You began moving up and down gently. Staring at his face to see any hints, he offered no objections and fire installed itself in his eyes. He liked it.

It was getting intense, he moved against your hand, while you had closed your fist around him. You were getting closer as well.

Suddenly he took your hand away from him and pushed you back on the mattress to hover over you,

Reading you, he saw you were craving something more.

-Are you ready for me love?

You grabbed him by the waist towards you to kiss him hungrily, while you let your knees fall to each side of your body, offering yourself.

He let himself fall a little on you and he pinned with one hand your arms over your head. With his free one he aligned himself with your very moist opening and pushed in, in one swift motion.

-Oouh! You couldn't resist but close your legs a little to the feeling of discomfort. You tugged your arms but they were held tightly.

You calmed your breath and looked at him, unsure. He was galantly waiting for you to give him some signal to go on, so you grabbed his lips with yours. He immediatly deepened the kiss and the embrace, making you shiver deeply.

He was penetrating you slowly and completely before pulling out and doing it again.

It was a maddening pace. You were trembling against him at the intensity of the pleasure you were feeling.

You placed your heels on his buttocks to beckon him deeper and he accelerated a little.

You moaned, to his great pleasure. He was absolutely gorgeous over you, seriously driven, staring at you, strands of hair in his face and his eyes darting flames of passion. This was intimacy at it's best. He picked up the pace again, going faster in his motions. The friction was causing delicious ripples of exctasy against your skin.

-You feel so good.

It excited you to hear him say this simple phrase with such a tone. It made you feel even better.

Instinctively you began closing your legs recognising the knot forming in your belly.

It was so good, you did not expect this at all. It must be all the mysteries surrounding this.

He understood what was going on and held one of your knee in place on the bed, forcing you to be wide open. He began ravaging you mercilessly at a rapid pace and you were there for it all. You absolutely loved this impromptu encounter.

Moaning and almost screaming in delight, you were hit by a strong wave of pleasure, drowning you into his arms. He catched your back fusing your body together when you arched. He did not stop his penetrations, making you go even higher, if that was possible.

You could not control yourself any longer and you climaxed against his chest. Shaking all over.

He did not stop, his pace was out of synch now, he was panting and was absolutely sexy to hear. His voice deep and his hips quivering against your own. His pleasure washed over him and you were entwined in a fierce embrace,

He could not remember the last time he came this hard.

You looked at each other and you grinned to him, feeling so good it was indescribable. He had a small laugh of satisfaction.

-You okay my love? He asked still panting from the action.

-Absolutely. Never been better,you confided in a smile.

He returned it and rolled off of you and on the bed.

The action dissipated the rest of the magic moment. Slowly and in a absolute silence you both found your respective articles of clothing and put them back on. You were both slightly still recovering from the passion that washed over you. Content and fulfilled he held the door opened and as if nothing happened you made your way back to the masquarade.

The music had slowed it's pace as well, reluctantly they stepped apart, the spell... broken. She met his gaze. "Until our next dance?"

"Count on it," he said, his voice a low promise.

With one last lingering look, they parted, each retreating into the masked crowd, the memory of their encounter burning brightly in their minds. The night was young, and the masquerade still held many secrets, but this spicy encounter was one neither would soon forget.