Unforgettable Heat | Arya Fantasy
The woman lay still on the bed, her arms resting at the sides of her naked torso. Her chest was rising and falling gently, breath quickening as I approached. Circling her with a whiskey in my hand, I took a sip and eyed her up and down, asking her if she was ready. She smirked, nodded.
I placed the crystal glass on a nearby table, swapping it for a candle I had lit, and walked toward her.
“Close your eyes,” I instructed, and she did.
I began at her toes, the first drop of wax dripping onto her skin had her eyes fluttering open in surprise.
“Close your eyes,” I repeated. Once she had settled, I dribbled the wax up along her legs and across her pubic bone from hip to hip. She squirmed in delight, a long moan escaping her lips.
I got down on my knees in front of her, pulling her legs toward me so that her ass rested on the edge of the bed. Spreading her thighs, I used my fingers to part the lips of her pussy and dripped another one, two, three drops of wax on her clit, watching it harden over her wetness. She cursed under her breath, wriggling from the intense pleasure of the heat.
I leaned in, peeling the hardened pieces of wax off with my teeth before spitting it out. With my mouth free, I then plunged my tongue deep inside of her, flicking it across her delicate skin. Her hands found my head, lacing her fingers through my hair and guiding me deeper inside of her.
She was panting when I pulled back, just shy of an orgasm, but I wanted to take things up a notch. After all, I wasn’t about to let her forget this night.
I reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small glass wand and a packet of lube I kept for special occasions, just like today, then returned to the sweet space between her thighs.
“Look at me,” I instructed.
She obeyed, her eyes on me, watching while I ripped the side of the lube packet with my teeth and poured the liquid all over the glass wand.
When I pressed the tip of the cool glass wand against her opening, she whimpered and threw her head back.
I began licking again, my tongue flat against her folds and expertly rolling over the clit. Slowly, I let the glass wand slide inside her wet, tight pussy.
She cried out, begging me not to stop as she squeezed her legs tightly around my face.
It was not a problem. I was going to keep going until she couldn’t think straight anymore.
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