Mystérieux
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,759
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Mystérieux
Title: Mystérieux
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17; Adrian x Miranda (OCs); A woman finds herself in an erotic situation when her date leads her back to an apartment.
***
She couldn’t believe that what was supposed to be a simple, elegant date turned into this. Here she was, with this man, following him out of his car and into his apartment building. When did the flirting become serious? She couldn’t remember when his full lips smiled, just a tad wryly, and invited her to become his. When dark, oh-so-dark bedroom eyes sparkled with mystery and intrigue, made her lose her breath, cross her legs, and hope, oh God, hope that he couldn’t see the kind of arousal he inspired in her.
“Adrian?” she finally spoke, as he held her hand firmly, warmly, in front of an elevator.
He looked at her over his shoulder. “Miranda.”
Miranda shivered; what was that look? It was something she couldn’t put her finger on, but it made her heart skip beats and she already felt a moan coming up into her throat. She wanted him, wanted him bad, and she had no idea how to ask for it without compromising her pride.
Adrian chuckled, just a little, and the elevator finally came to the lobby floor with a soft chime. Miranda stepped inside behind him, and he turned to her, looking down at her five-foot-three frame from his own six-foot frame. She looked back, letting her eyes travel from eye-level, his abdomen, up his chest, to his face.
Abruptly, Miranda found herself breathless, pulled flush against Adrian’s chest, wrapped in his embrace. He smelled of a familiar spice, something earthy and grounded, but intoxicatingly uplifting. She could hear his voice, low and smooth, like the caress of silk against her skin. Miranda wanted to break away — she knew she could lose herself in sensations like this, but it was too compelling still.
There was a slight jolt as the elevator came to a halt. The door slid open as Miranda slid out of Adrian’s arms. She knew she wore an aura of awe, but she couldn’t hide it as well as she thought she could. This man, Adrian, was like the lighter fluid to her charcoal, sparking in her a low, smoldering flame.
She followed, lost in thought, to what she assumed to be his apartment. She took one step inside, and a finger to her lips stopped her in her tracks.
“Wait,” he said, closing the door behind her. Adrian disappeared further into the apartment, leaving Miranda staring at the darkness of the apartment. She gasped when he finally came back, his hands firmly on her shoulders, pressing her against the door.
She could barely make out the outline of Adrian’s body, but she could feel him as his fingers trailed up the sides of her neck, to her ears, tracing the outer shell. His lips sought out hers, first pressing along her jaw, and up to her lips. She sighed and pulled Adrian closer, her arms wrapping around his waist tightly. The way he kissed was slow, passionate, his tongue slowly drawing hers out to play.
His hands roamed over Miranda’s upper body, smoothing over her breasts. She gasped into his mouth, and in response, he squeezed lightly. Inch by inch, he hiked up her white shirt, exposing the velvety purple bra she wore. Miranda bit at Adrian’s lower lip, unintentionally showing her impatience. Just from his kisses alone she was soaking through her panties.
Trailing along the edge of Miranda’s bra, Adrian dipped his fingers inside of the bra, snapping it loose with one strong tug. Miranda groaned as her bra, with probably now-destroyed clasps, fell to the floor beneath her. Adrian cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over hard nipples. Miranda arched into the touch; at this rate, she felt she would explode before Adrian even got to the main event.
She reached down, her hands sliding over Adrian’s hips, down to his crotch. Her fingers wrapped around his clothed arousal and he pushed forward into her hand with an almost inaudible groan. Adrian bent down, kissing Miranda’s breasts, pulling a nipple between his lips one at a time.
“Oh,” Miranda moaned, sliding her fingers over Adrian’s erection again.
Though it was muffled, Miranda knew that Adrian had chuckled as his tongue flicked over her nipples again. He spared much attention, licking and nibbling slowly, sensually, until Miranda was shaking, grinding her hips against his desperately.
Adrian then pulled away, barely an inch, his hands slipping under Miranda’s navy skirt, pushing it up to her waist. He slipped a finger between Miranda’s legs, into her panties, and she moaned, pushing against any touch he had to offer. She was so beyond turned on; she doubted she could think straight if she tried.
It was wet, wetter than he’d thought, and one finger joined the first inside of Miranda. Adrian could barely see the look on her face, flushed and open-mouthed as she shivered on his fingers.
Adrian then withdrew his fingers, pressing close to Miranda once more. “Are you ready?” he asked in a low voice, plain but seductive still.
She nodded once, twice, and that’s all the permission Adrian needed. His fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Miranda stepped out of them swiftly, and soon Adrian’s arms were coming around her waist, lifting her up, pressing her into the wall. Instinctively, Miranda’s legs came around his waist, and that’s when she felt it, his arousal pressing hard and thick and warm against her.
Adrian lowered his lips to Miranda’s breasts again as he slowly pushed inside of her. His hands steadied her hips, torturing her with only shallow thrusts. He knew by her trembling what she wanted, she didn’t have to say. But he wanted her to anyway.
“Tell me what you want,” Adrian said huskily into her chest, scarcely audible.
Miranda tried to push her hips against Adrian, but he kept them against the wall. Adrian shook his head as he kissed around Miranda’s nipple. Both of them knew that what needed to be heard, first needed to be said. Miranda didn’t know if she could say it without sounding like a complete whore, but she would attempt anyway. Adrian’s slow, shallow thrusts were driving her absolutely mad.
“D-deeper,” Miranda finally stuttered out, her breath hitching and dissolving when Adrian immediately obliged, burying himself within her. “Oh Jesus, fuck, yes,” she then said without thinking, concentrating solely on the thick cock driving in her, stroke for stroke.
Her fingers grasped Adrian’s shoulders, nails digging in deep. She let her head fall back against the wall, moaning as Adrian gripped her hips, pulling and pushing her away from the wall, hard, hard, with soft, slick slapping noises. He was overwhelming within her, and soon Miranda was shuddering uncontrollably under each thrust, tears running down her face from the sheer intensity of it all. She was almost there, almost there—
“Oh, Adrian,” Miranda cried out, sobbing and trembling as she came. She could barely feel Adrian tense up, falling over the same edge as her, but she could hear his harsh breathing.
Moments passed before Adrian disentangled himself from Miranda, and he leaned down to press a warm, chaste kiss to her lips.
“You were wonderful, darling,” he said simply.
Miranda could only laugh. “Me? Wonderful?”
~Owari~
Author: Kitana
Warnings: NC-17; Adrian x Miranda (OCs); A woman finds herself in an erotic situation when her date leads her back to an apartment.
***
She couldn’t believe that what was supposed to be a simple, elegant date turned into this. Here she was, with this man, following him out of his car and into his apartment building. When did the flirting become serious? She couldn’t remember when his full lips smiled, just a tad wryly, and invited her to become his. When dark, oh-so-dark bedroom eyes sparkled with mystery and intrigue, made her lose her breath, cross her legs, and hope, oh God, hope that he couldn’t see the kind of arousal he inspired in her.
“Adrian?” she finally spoke, as he held her hand firmly, warmly, in front of an elevator.
He looked at her over his shoulder. “Miranda.”
Miranda shivered; what was that look? It was something she couldn’t put her finger on, but it made her heart skip beats and she already felt a moan coming up into her throat. She wanted him, wanted him bad, and she had no idea how to ask for it without compromising her pride.
Adrian chuckled, just a little, and the elevator finally came to the lobby floor with a soft chime. Miranda stepped inside behind him, and he turned to her, looking down at her five-foot-three frame from his own six-foot frame. She looked back, letting her eyes travel from eye-level, his abdomen, up his chest, to his face.
Abruptly, Miranda found herself breathless, pulled flush against Adrian’s chest, wrapped in his embrace. He smelled of a familiar spice, something earthy and grounded, but intoxicatingly uplifting. She could hear his voice, low and smooth, like the caress of silk against her skin. Miranda wanted to break away — she knew she could lose herself in sensations like this, but it was too compelling still.
There was a slight jolt as the elevator came to a halt. The door slid open as Miranda slid out of Adrian’s arms. She knew she wore an aura of awe, but she couldn’t hide it as well as she thought she could. This man, Adrian, was like the lighter fluid to her charcoal, sparking in her a low, smoldering flame.
She followed, lost in thought, to what she assumed to be his apartment. She took one step inside, and a finger to her lips stopped her in her tracks.
“Wait,” he said, closing the door behind her. Adrian disappeared further into the apartment, leaving Miranda staring at the darkness of the apartment. She gasped when he finally came back, his hands firmly on her shoulders, pressing her against the door.
She could barely make out the outline of Adrian’s body, but she could feel him as his fingers trailed up the sides of her neck, to her ears, tracing the outer shell. His lips sought out hers, first pressing along her jaw, and up to her lips. She sighed and pulled Adrian closer, her arms wrapping around his waist tightly. The way he kissed was slow, passionate, his tongue slowly drawing hers out to play.
His hands roamed over Miranda’s upper body, smoothing over her breasts. She gasped into his mouth, and in response, he squeezed lightly. Inch by inch, he hiked up her white shirt, exposing the velvety purple bra she wore. Miranda bit at Adrian’s lower lip, unintentionally showing her impatience. Just from his kisses alone she was soaking through her panties.
Trailing along the edge of Miranda’s bra, Adrian dipped his fingers inside of the bra, snapping it loose with one strong tug. Miranda groaned as her bra, with probably now-destroyed clasps, fell to the floor beneath her. Adrian cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over hard nipples. Miranda arched into the touch; at this rate, she felt she would explode before Adrian even got to the main event.
She reached down, her hands sliding over Adrian’s hips, down to his crotch. Her fingers wrapped around his clothed arousal and he pushed forward into her hand with an almost inaudible groan. Adrian bent down, kissing Miranda’s breasts, pulling a nipple between his lips one at a time.
“Oh,” Miranda moaned, sliding her fingers over Adrian’s erection again.
Though it was muffled, Miranda knew that Adrian had chuckled as his tongue flicked over her nipples again. He spared much attention, licking and nibbling slowly, sensually, until Miranda was shaking, grinding her hips against his desperately.
Adrian then pulled away, barely an inch, his hands slipping under Miranda’s navy skirt, pushing it up to her waist. He slipped a finger between Miranda’s legs, into her panties, and she moaned, pushing against any touch he had to offer. She was so beyond turned on; she doubted she could think straight if she tried.
It was wet, wetter than he’d thought, and one finger joined the first inside of Miranda. Adrian could barely see the look on her face, flushed and open-mouthed as she shivered on his fingers.
Adrian then withdrew his fingers, pressing close to Miranda once more. “Are you ready?” he asked in a low voice, plain but seductive still.
She nodded once, twice, and that’s all the permission Adrian needed. His fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Miranda stepped out of them swiftly, and soon Adrian’s arms were coming around her waist, lifting her up, pressing her into the wall. Instinctively, Miranda’s legs came around his waist, and that’s when she felt it, his arousal pressing hard and thick and warm against her.
Adrian lowered his lips to Miranda’s breasts again as he slowly pushed inside of her. His hands steadied her hips, torturing her with only shallow thrusts. He knew by her trembling what she wanted, she didn’t have to say. But he wanted her to anyway.
“Tell me what you want,” Adrian said huskily into her chest, scarcely audible.
Miranda tried to push her hips against Adrian, but he kept them against the wall. Adrian shook his head as he kissed around Miranda’s nipple. Both of them knew that what needed to be heard, first needed to be said. Miranda didn’t know if she could say it without sounding like a complete whore, but she would attempt anyway. Adrian’s slow, shallow thrusts were driving her absolutely mad.
“D-deeper,” Miranda finally stuttered out, her breath hitching and dissolving when Adrian immediately obliged, burying himself within her. “Oh Jesus, fuck, yes,” she then said without thinking, concentrating solely on the thick cock driving in her, stroke for stroke.
Her fingers grasped Adrian’s shoulders, nails digging in deep. She let her head fall back against the wall, moaning as Adrian gripped her hips, pulling and pushing her away from the wall, hard, hard, with soft, slick slapping noises. He was overwhelming within her, and soon Miranda was shuddering uncontrollably under each thrust, tears running down her face from the sheer intensity of it all. She was almost there, almost there—
“Oh, Adrian,” Miranda cried out, sobbing and trembling as she came. She could barely feel Adrian tense up, falling over the same edge as her, but she could hear his harsh breathing.
Moments passed before Adrian disentangled himself from Miranda, and he leaned down to press a warm, chaste kiss to her lips.
“You were wonderful, darling,” he said simply.
Miranda could only laugh. “Me? Wonderful?”
~Owari~