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[montreal4life]

The Ice Cold Fire

[ continued from Eyes of Fire ]

I ran my hand under her skirt, feeling her wet panties and that oh so attracting heat. Lace. I love lace. Kissing her like she's the last breathe I ever take, I then grab her curvy yet slender body against mine; so close that it made it hard for her to breathe... but she wanted more... breathing was now the second most desirable thing that ran through her head.

I suddently stopped. She gasped. I stared deeply in her eyes and without saying a word, proceeded to unbotton her white shirt, unveileing a beautiful Victoria Sececre bra. Gently slipped off the sleeves. I leaned in close as if to whisper a secret, but instead just exhaled slowly over her shoulder, sending chills down her back & spine. With a gentle touch, I unhooked her bra and it fell on the floor like all her reservations. With hands around her hips, I lifted her abruptly off the floor and pressed her against the wall: You are mine.

Her legs wrapped around me as if they never wanted to let go, as if she was the most excited & scared at the same time. As I was taking pieces off her soul, kiss by kiss, she was melting in my hands. She didn't say much; I don't think she could. She just moaned, sighed and from time to time let out a noise that could only mean one thing: I am yours.

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[montreal4life]

Eyes of Fire

She was looking at me across the bar. Her eyes gently rising to meet mine, then quickly shying away. She was not like any other girl in the bar, that much I knew. Her hair, long and tied back; her glasses, gentle and reserved. She didn’t come here often. My guess was, she didn’t come often. Period. I was about to change that.

I walked up to her and swung her bar stool away from her friends and facing me. I leaned in and introduced myself. Her expression of surprise quickly changed to embarrassment and then to curiosity. After a few minutes of chitchat, my left hand gently slid across her legs and uncrossed them, uncovering the heat of her pussy that she was trying to hide so preciously. With my mouth on her neck, I squeezed her thigh hard enough to give her a bit of a jolt, and then licked her ear whispering “I desire every inch of your body, right now.” She took a deep breathe and pulled back, but was met by my right hand holding her neck. I pushed up from the bottom of her neck to just an inch after he hair started, then pulled her back, exposing that beautiful neck that I imagined kissing, teasing, gently leaving marks of passion.

A minute later, we are in the elevator of the hotel and my eyes have not let hers out of sight for even a second. My hands danced around her body while she was fighting her inner demons: to let me do her right, or to go home and live a fantasy of “ifs”. The door to my room swung open, and she walked in backwards, facing me, wanting me, asking me without words to take her clothes off; to fulfill the unspoken wishes her body was making. 

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