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He lifts me up making me yelp, “Brahms! What are you doing?” But no response, he continues to walk with me in his arms heading up the stairs. The closer I get to my room the more my face burns, trying not to make assumptions but I'm pretty sure where this is going. He crosses the threshold of my room and lays me down onto my bed, gazing down at me with eyes full of hunger. He shrugs off his cardigan, discarding it onto the floor before crawling onto the bed and on top of me. His hands reach down to caress my face and looks into my eyes with an emotion I'm not familiar with. I reach up to run my hand through his dark chest hair, up his collar bones, to his jar line, and finally to his cheek, eyes never leaving his.
“Brahms, can you take this off? I want to see you.” His body tenses. “Look, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and if it’s how you look im not going to love you any less.” He leans up, sitting on his legs and looks down at me. “I'll scare you off.” he rubs his masked cheek, "I'm ugly, and scarred"
“Oh, Brahms honey, you’ve seen all my scars, and I loved you before I even saw you. Nothing will ever change that, I promise baby.” His eyes widen, he nods and reach behind his head and unclasp the mask. His head falls down, as he slowly removes the mask. He takes one final breath and slowly raises his head, looking at me with a nervous look in his eyes. He has a full, unkept beard, likely due to having to hide in the walls unable to use water. The right side of his face seems to be burnt, with scars spiderwebbing from his right eye and feathering out to the side of his face and slightly down his jaw. His right eye is slightly blood shot causing the blue to stand out against the angry red skin. His lips are plush and pink, my breath catches in my throat and all I can think is “Beautiful”
I reach my hand up to caress his face, cupping it in my hand. “You are really beautiful.” His eyes glisten with unfallen tears, looking down at me. He leans forward to lay on top of me again, resting his weight on his forearms. He feverously brings his lips to mine, it’s hungry, frantic, but somehow manages to be soft. He groans against my mouth, I buck my hips against his, running my tongue against his bottom lips asking for entrance.
He opens his mouth, letting my tongue invade his. Swirling mine against his, using my wet muscle to search around his mouth only stopping to catch a breath before continuing. I pull at the hem of his tank top, once he understands what my intentions are he leans up long enough to pull it over his head and throwing it onto the floor. He captures my mouth for one more kiss before leaning kisses down my neck leaving love bites as he goes, making sure everyone knows who I belong to.
His hands pull at my shirt; I lift my hands allowing him to pull it over my head. He groans, dragging his large hands over my silky skin drawing out a shiver from me. His hands are unpracticed, and unsteady. He cups my right breast in his hand, massaging it while he leans down to give me another long breathless kiss. He starts to get impatient and pulls both of my breast out of my bra, not bothering to remove it.
His breathing picks up, “Beautiful” more growl than words. His right hand continues to massage my soft mound under his large hands and takes the other into his mouth. Flicking his tongue over my hard bud, making my face burn and I push my hips against his again making him moan against my skin. His breathing picks up and he gets more and more impatient as time passes. He leans over and takes the other into his mouth, flicking and sucking on my other breast. His mouth leads down to my hip bones and tugs at my pants, I lift my butt up and he snatches them off in one swift movement leaving me bare under his hungry gaze. He leans back to continue kissing my soft exposed skin, reaching the apex of my thighs, pulling my legs apart.
His breath hitches and he looks up at me, “I'll guide you.” he nods in response and puts his head in between my legs. He takes one big swipe of his tongue up my folds, moaning against my damp skin. “Oh fuck.” my hips push up into his mouth, encouraging him on. I spread y outer lips to expose more of myself for him. He randomly licks and sucks, groaning against me. My free hand snakes through his hair, lightly pulling. His tongue plunges into my cunt, eating me mercilessly. I wrap my legs around his head, a moaning mess, helpless to his tongue.
“Put a finger inside Brahms please, ahh..” his long lithe index finger replaces his tongue, lightly pumping into my, he laps at my folds. Once his tongue lands on that little bundle of nerves, it sends a jolt of electricity through me causing me to cry out. He grins against my skin, adding his middle finger, pumping into me, licking and sucking at my swollen clit. It’s not long before I'm cumming on his face, throbbing around his fingers, head thrown back with his name on my lips. He continues to lick and suck through my orgasm pushing me into overstimulation. “Arg, Brahms! Sensitive, stop.” He takes his fingers out of me, and his takes his mouth off of my puffy pussy.
“Did I do good?” his face full of concern, in his inexperience he probably assumes he did something wrong. “Yes, a little too good-" I giggle "-you made me cum and I got sensitive.” His face lights up and he nods his head. “Alright, my turn, lay down.” He looks at me confused but listens to me, laying down.
“Lay on your back.” he rolls over onto his back waiting for my next orders. “I’m going to take your pants off now, okay?” he just nods, my breathing picks up in anticipation. I pull his pants down, him lifting his hips to help me. My breath hitches, he isn't wearing underwear, I probably should have expected it. His dark hair follows from his stomach down around his dick, which by the way matches his impressive height, being proportionate.
He’s a good thickness, not too thick though, one vein running up the length, and a swollen pink tip leaking pre cum. He squirms under me making me softly giggle, I lean down licking a long strip up the shaft from bottom to top, sucking the tip before taking as much as I can into my mouth. His moans are louder than before, almost sounding like whines.
I bob my head up and down, pushing my tongue up to the underside of his cock as go, wrapping my hand around what can't fit into my mouth. His hand grabs my head, pushing me down lightly, guiding me making me moan around him. He’s a moaning mess, squirming, and begging me, my name becoming a prayer on his lips. I stop before he cums, pulling my mouth off him with a wet plop. He whines, “Oh, trust me I have something better.” he looks up at me confused.
“I’m going to get on top of you now, okay?” he nods in response, looking up at me in awe. I climb on top of him, legs on either side of him. I line myself up with his dick and slowly lower myself onto him, you cry out, he stretches me with each inch I move. I don’t know if it's due to his size or unuse of my body but it’s bordering on painful. Biting my lip as I lower myself down, once he's fully sheathed in me, I sit for a minute trying to let myself adjust. Brahms looks up at me with pleading eyes, whining, “Please?”
I put a finger up in a hang on motion, and slowly start to move. Slowly, up and down, rolling my hips against him. His face is flushed, eyes glued to me, hands roaming my body like he can't get enough, whining my name. This man is shameless in the way he falls apart around me. He grabs my hips, gripping them tightly, and starts to meet my thrusts with his own, drawing out a groan from me. I lean forward, weight on my elbows so I can kiss him as he starts to relentlessly pound into me. Slowly taking more control from me, I'm now fully laying against his chest, breath on his skin, moaning in my ear.
The air is thick, all I can hear is the slapping of skin, and moans, sweet sweet moans. His movements quicken, strokes becoming erratic as he pounds into my dripping cunt. My walls tighten around him, the heat in my stomach growing again as I feel myself inch closer to my release.
“Cum for me, please” he moans the last word tipping me over the edge. My walls clamp down around him, pulsing, drawing a hiss out of him. He feverously pumps into me before coating my walls white. He buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as he milks every drop out of his self. I collapse onto him, trying to catch my breath, his chest moving under me as he does the same. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arms around me, I nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck, enjoying the afterglow.
I wake up, body burning from a mixture of soreness and another's body heat. I blink the sleep out of my eyes as he shifts in front of me. “Brahms” I whisper to get his attention, he whines and pulls me closer against him. “You awake?”
He groans and shifts a little so he can look at me, “Please don’t ever go, I don’t know wha...” I cut him off before he can even finish with a chaste kiss and look at him with a devious grin.
“Oh, trust me; I’m never leaving”