"Yes," my answer was immediate. Mind that was once scattered, cleared the moment his lips met mine.
The kiss had started off slow and controlled. His lips feeling like tiny pillows against my own large ones. He moved my hands, that stood rigged against my body around his shoulders. Placing his own around my waist, pulling my body against his own. His chest felt tight and firm, like he worked out often. His strong hands massaging the skin on my back, loosening me up. I allowed myself to fully relax, lips parting just enough for his tongue to slip through and touch my own. The two muscles fighting for dominance over the other.
I enjoyed the way his tongue danced with my own. The way his hand slipped underneath the hem of my shirt, touching the bare skin. Damn he was good, his tongue had easily won the battle. Pushing against mine in the best way he knew how, I struggled to keep up. His own tongue guiding mine to where he wanted. Soon after my shirt had suddenly disappeared from my body, leaving me braless in front of him. The cool breeze, beckoning my nipples to harden. His chest brushing against mine in a teasing manner.
My fingers had wrapped themselves around the locks of his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to me. His own finger tips had brushed against the curve of my back, slipping into the hem of my shorts. 'Maybe I should help him undress too?' I thought going to slide my hand down his chest, to the buttons on his shirt. Only to be stopped by him, as his large hands wrapped around my smaller ones. He'd spun me around easily, allowing my back to rest against his chest.
"Take these off," Julio's words whispered against my ears. The vibration causing a shiver to run down my body. I did as told. Reaching for the hem of my shorts, my ass pressing against his shaft, as I bent over before him. Pulling the shorts, along with my panties down past my knees and onto the floor. The soft fabric landing at my feet, only to be kicked off. When I stood back up, Julio instantly cupped my chest into his hands playing with the delicate skin. Twisting my nipples in a not so nice manner, that erupted a whimper out of me, "Was that too hard?" He taunted, pinching them even tighter.
"Julio please," I begged. For what? I don't know, truthfully not wanting him to stop for a moment. The things he was doing to my body, sending shivers down right to my core. Despite that fact, my body still chose to move away from him. Not being able to bare the amount of pleasure I was already receiving, only to be pulled back into his hold. I don't think I've ever been this wet before, at least not this soon.
Before I could even think too much about it, one of his hands had began to slide down my stomach, "Spread your legs for me," his lips tickling the skin on my ear. I spread my legs slow, watching as one hand slid down further and the other came up to cup my chin. Tilting my head upwards to the ceiling. I felt suspended in his hold, the hand that went down sliding over my vagina. Finger tips grazing at the delicate skin of my lower lips. And it was only then I'd completely forgotten that this was Bianca's man.
"Fuck please," I whined. Tired of the games he'd put me through. Only to have my mouth and nose covered by him. My bare naked body enthralled by his touch. His choosing to stay completely clothed making me feel even more submissive, than I was before. Then it finally happened, a single digit sliding in between my folds rubbing circles around my moist clit. I had no choice but to moan against the palm of his hand. Feeling my oxygen intake slow down, with the more breaths I took.
I tried my best to rotate my hips against his hand; wanting to gather more friction, that he would not allow. Completely at his mercy, as the digit plunged back and forth. His hand only sliding back to give my pussy a harsh smack, reminding me of my place. It felt so good to have him touch me, making me feel good the same way he made her feel good. That hand working up against my pussy, building me up only to let me fall back down again. Two fingers prodding against the entrance of my warm wet hole. I could feel the cream dripping down his hand and onto my inner thighs.
The two digits had found their way inside of me, curving against my sweet spot. His fingers fucked my hole perfectly, plunging in and out of me at an intense speed. Sending my body into a frenzy, then suddenly I felt a familiar sensation at the pit of my stomach. And not the type of sensation I wanted to be having right now. This whole time I had been working on trying to hold it in, but now it wouldn't take no for an answer.
"-," I wanted to tell him I had to pee, but my muffled words fell upon deaths ears. His hand that had wrapped itself around my mouth only tightening, not caring for me to breathe. The lack of oxygen sending my brain into a frenzy and I'd become bimbofied.
"I'm not done with you yet," his words were cold. Fingers that played in my sweet spot, working against my bladder. I tried to squirm, to take a step forward, back- nothing would make him see reason. I could do nothing, but moan and whine, as I felt the spurts of piss coming out. They started off small at first splashing boldly against his hand, despite my best efforts to stop it. His hand only moved faster as a result, breaking through whatever restraint I thought I had left. I could feel the piss sliding down my legs, hot at first then cool. Tears had made their way into my eyes, due to the embarrassment. Feeling as though I was too old to be- "Are you pissing on yourself?" He asked tone menacing, "No sense in trying to hold it in, I can smell it," He teased.
The hand that was once around my mouth coming down to push up against my abdomen. His other hand sliding out of me hovering just below my crotch, ready to catch the rest of what would come out. I'd taken a deep breath in, my body completely on edge as I let myself go. The stream falling right onto his waiting hand, "And just when I thought you had enough, you show me how slutty you truly are," I couldn't help, but blush. Not having the words to express how I was feeling, "Tilt your head back and open your mouth," he demanded, hand filled with my piss, coming up to reach my lips. He'd forced me to drink my own piss and I let him. Swallowing the salty substance with disease, "lick it clean," I stuck my tongue out. Lapping up the rest of my piss off his hand. Sucking against his fingers as he placed each of them into my mouth, one by one until I was finished.
Then he did something I hadn't expected at all. With my back still facing him, he got onto his knees behind me. Holding onto my legs to balance himself, I could feel him slide his tongue in between my legs. Tasting my piss for himself. The muscle coming from near my knee, all the way up until his face was practically buried into the crack of my ass. "Oh my god," I gasped. Feeling the way his tongue slide in between the folds of my pussy, licking me clean. Loving the way he eagerly slurped up against me, almost loosing myself in his touch. That was until I heard the sound of a door opening up above.
"... Julio, where'd you go?"
(A/N: Do you think I should've added more back story leading up to the juicy bits?)
