* Continued from Part 1 - https://www.literotica.com/s/bangkok-city-nights-pt-01 *
**Please note that Part 2 was written from the male character's point of view.**
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Your back pushed against the elevator wall, your legs wrapped around me and right now I wish I had a few extra pair of hands. I want to caress you, ravish you, reclaim what's mine.
I give your ass another tight squeeze before I put you back down on your feet. Breaking our kiss, I look at you with my fingers in your hair, and I can feel the burning desire in me turning a little darker when I see you bite down on your lower lip.
I spin you around and grab both your hands, holding them up against the wall above your head and run my hands through your hair. I press myself into you from behind, and I know you can feel my growing desire pushing into you as a light growl escapes from my lips.
I feel you push back against me, desperately needing to feel more. I know you've missed this. I've made sure you would, having kept you on the edge for the past few days, forcing you to anticipate me in person. We spoke on the phone and my directions would always have you panting for release but I would always stop just short of it. You knew the consequences of disobedience so I knew how long I had toyed with you. My one hand holds your hands above your head as the other moves from your ass up, running along your waist, pulling you in, closer to me, running further up, grazing your nipples lightly before my hand closes around your jaw and turns it to the side to kiss me, forcing my tongue inside your mouth.
The elevator only has to go a few floors and before I know it, it comes to a halt. I half-drag, half-carry you out into the hallway until we get to the front door of the apartment. I wonder for a second if I'm being too cruel, but I can't stop touching you, feeling you, even as you fumble around for the keys. I push you up against the door and slide a hand down between your legs from behind as you try and unlock the door.
I can feel you shake, whimper, trying to not moan out loud as I nibble ever so lightly on your neck.
"Faster, or we'll do this right here." I grunt these words into your ear and a soft moan escape your luscious lips.
My voice seems to bring you back to reality as you quickly find the key, open the door, and stumble inside. I can't take my eyes off you and I follow you in before I lock the door behind me. I pick you up in one motion and carry you into kitchen, it's the first flat surface I see. I can't wait any longer. I put you down and spin you around, bending you over the counter, kissing my way down your body as I lean you over. I unbutton your jeans and hook my thumbs in your jeans and panties and pull them down, running my hand down your bare ass, caressing the skin. How is it that I want to be gentle and yet I want to leave my marks on your skin too. I turn you back to me, drawing your lips into mine, biting that very lip that you were chewing on. Picking you up, I place you on the bar counter of the kitchen, sliding your top off with painfully excruciating slowness, the familiar smirk returns to my face. Leaning in, I nibble softly on your neck and hear you whimper as I unhook your bra and let it fall to the floor. Your desire comes over your face like a mask and I see that insatiable tigress that I left so many months ago. I'm almost surprised to hear you plead
"Bed... please?" I smirk a little more as I look up and see you barely able to form words.
"No, not now. I'm not waiting another second" I say, as I pull your hips towards me so you're barely sitting on the edge as I lean down and wrap my mouth over your throbbing clit. The surprise makes you almost scream, dig your nails into my arms that are wrapped tightly around you.
I pull you even closer and you're forced to put your hands down on the counter to balance yourself as I lift you up slightly, pulling your legs over my shoulders. Your moans get louder, and they're nothing less than music to my ears. I can feel you bucking and I look up at you, head thrown back, biting down on your own lip, trying to not scream. I flick my tongue across your bud, seeing your back arch and hearing your barely suppressed moans each time I do, I want to hear you, hear your desire. I nibble on your clit as one hand reaches up and teases your nipple.