Chapter 2: ... There's Fire
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Coming home to find Annika stoned, malleable, always makes my belly jump, my cock twitch. She loses all her hang-ups: the necessity to play up the Type A aspects of her personality at work, the insecurities about the softness of her belly and strength of her thighs, that deep down, she's an insatiable slut.
She hides it well. Meeting her, you'd think of her as vanilla. A 'straighty one-eighty', if you will. And because of this surface judgement, you'd miss the way her skin flushes when she's finally, finally, let you in on a deviant secret; you'd miss the way she bites her lip when trying to suppress a smile; the way her eyes brighten blue when impassioned, or cloud to steel grey when aroused. The dopey glaze of them when she's high.
You may think I'm a bastard for 'encouraging' her recreational habit. But I don't; I just accept it for what it is, her for who she is. She rarely drinks, never misses a day of work, practices yoga, maintains a pretty admirable diet (though, I do have to hide the sweets, especially when she's stoned), is respected in her field. Who am I to dictate how she unwinds? Especially when she invites me to unwind with her. On the balcony. With my mouth.
We staggered inside, arms drunkenly wound around each other. My head was fluffy around the edges from our shared joint, from Nika. I licked my lips, savouring her taste. Sweet and smoky. Gripping Annika's naked hips, I mould her soft curves to my more angular lines, dip my head and kiss her fully, my tongue invading her full, pouty mouth. She gasps, allowing me more access. My hands move around to cup her ass, squeeze once, twice, before moving up her back, pushing her shirt up. She broke our kiss, stripping away the thin barrier, naked now but for a bra. I reached back to unclasp it. She bit my bottom lip.
"Leave it," she whispered huskily. "I want to grind and ride you, to make you as crazed as you've made me. You know I get into it much more when the girls are strapped down." She laughed, making my chest tight, and reversed our standing position, overbalancing so I fell to the couch with her straddling my lap. My hands again hold her thick, tight ass, helping her wriggle comfortably against me. My cock strained against my lose sweatpants, searching for his mate.
She slowly, but firmly, gyrated against my crotch, rubbing her pussy against my erection. My abdomen tightened and my fingers dug into her flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, pulling her to me, signalling my desire. But I'm not going to give in just yet.
She breathed heavily into my neck and bit my earlobe, sending shivers down my side, shivers that made my groin tingle. Her fingers spread across the back of my scalp and gripped my hair by the root, angling my head so her tongue can find a deeper angle, exploit my every need. She leaned back, her forehead resting on mine, heavy breath fluttering across my lips.
"I love how I can taste Nika at the back of your throat, baby," she teased, her lips journeying across my cheeks, the tip of my nose. "You just love waking up the slut in me, don't you?"
My dick was so tight hearing her, feeling her grind against me. I needed to take my pants off, to feel her silken wet flesh surround me. I nodded, unable to form words. She smirked at me, knowing I was on the verge of snapping and just taking.
"Take those pants off, Gray baby. I'll be back in a minute." I hear her rooting around in the kitchen, and in my mind's eye, I see her, naked but for her white lace bra - starkly innocent compared to her honey gold skin, compared to the Jezebel within - her gorgeous D-cups spilling over, as she packed a cone. I lifted my hips, removing my sweatpants as the musical metallic click of the lighter and hiss of smoke being sucked in reached me. I idly stroked my dick listening to her.
"You want?" she asked, and I can hear she's packing a second. I rub a thumb over my sensitive bellend, declined her offer. If I smoke too much, my buddy here wouldn't be good for much, no matter how determined Annika was. The gentle buzz still swimming between my ears pleasantly heightened the itch in my groin, deep inside, right behind the base of my cock. An itch that could only be scratched by one thing.
She wandered back in, her blue eyes glazed, her lips swollen both from the pipe and my mouth. She smirked seeing my dick in hand, probably thinking to herself that I was making her job easier. No way, baby. I stripped my shirt off, grabbed her hips and settled her back where I want her.
"Feeling good, Nika baby?" I tease, guiding her pelvis so I could feel her gash split around my erection. She bit her full bottom lip and nodded, not wanting to give anything away.
"Heart pounding, is it?" I continued, hearing her breath catch as the tip of my cock bumped over her clit. "Oh, baby, you're just swelling for me, aren't you?"
Her nails dug into my shoulders, no doubt leaving crescent moon dents. I didn't care. The pain at least distracted me from the tingling spreading from my cock, down to my balls and taint.
She pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to my lips, rocking her hips and grinding along the underside of my cock. My hands split her ass cheeks, my right palm making a crack of contact with her skin as I pulled her tighter to me.
I felt her slippery folds slide along the length of my shaft, up and down. With my guidance, she found a rhythm, and rubbed herself vigorously against me. My fingers pressed into her fleshy skin; hers move up to fist in my hair as her breathing became heavier, more erratic, against my lips.
"You love this, don't you baby? Using my cock to make yourself come? You're such a fucking slut, aren't you?" I whispered into her mouth. She moaned and sucked my tongue, as though she were giving a mini blow-job.
I felt her thighs quiver on either side of my hips, and I knew she was building toward an orgasm. Not yet. I wasn't nearly done with her yet.
She whimpered into my mouth, burying her face in the curve of my neck, her stomach quivering against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and held her still.
