Surrender Your Sensations

“Can you take me from behind, Rupert? You know, me on four while you are taking me from behind.”

He swallowed hard at what I said. Then he greedily squeezed my behind.

A shudder ran down my spine when he deliberately slipped his hand into my womanhood. He cupped my core before saying, “As you wish.” He handed me the plate of food that sat on the small table next to my bed. “Now, eat. Eat more so you don’t faint while I fuck you, doggystyle,” he said darkly, igniting my desire and anticipation.

I was a bit flustered hearing him say that, doggystyle, but at the same time, I was turned on.

I left from sitting on his lap and took a seat next to him. Rupert gave me the plate of food he prepared for my breakfast slash lunch. “Where are you going?” I immediately asked when he stood up when I was ready to eat.

I watched him as he moved behind me and sat there. “Rupert?”

The next thing I knew, Rupert’s fingers delicately wrapped around my hair, taking all of the strands in a grasp. Then I felt him tying my hair. “Wait? Are you trying to braid my hair?” I took a quick glance at him.

“I just want to try. Last night, while you were busy reading, I watched a video on YouTube on how to braid hair,” he explained while solely focusing on braiding my long hair.

My attention returned to what I was eating. I couldn’t help but to let a wide smile spread on my lips. I could feel the thing most people called butterflies on my stomach. And my heart was beating fastly as I felt giddy all over my body.

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My wide smile turned into a loud laugh. “Lucky you, the length and thickness of my hair will make it harder.”

“I like it this way, Meredith. I like the softness of your hair and its fragrance.”

I was stunned before I felt the heat on my cheek because of what he said. “Stop flattering me,” I murmured.

“Nah. I really like your hair this way. It suits you and,” I felt him leaned closer until his breath was fanning my exposed neck, “I like to hold on to your strong hair when I am taking you. So yeah. It’s just the right length, ” he whispered, making me whimper in anticipation and desire.

As I ate, Rupert continued to braid my hair. There were times he would tease me by kissing my cheek or sucking my earlobe; while most of the time, he would complain how it was hard to braid my hair. I just laughed and laughed at him until I had finished my food and he had finished braiding my hair.

“Are you excited?” he asked, holding the mirror and looking expectantly at me. He was standing in front of me while I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You seem more excited than me.”

“Of course. I want you to see my work of art.”

“Work of art?” Then he raised the mirror up to my face until I could see my reflection. “Pfft-” I immediately covered my mouth so as not to laugh but in the end, “Wo-work of art? Pfft- Oh gosh!” I laughed hard, looking at my reflection.

“Meredith,” he warned.

But I couldn’t help it. “Are you sure? Is this it? Is this your work of art? Really?” I closed my eyes even more as I couldn’t believe what he did to my hair. It was so trying hard. There were loose strands everywhere because the braid was not that tight and he didn’t part my hair evenly. It was a mess. “Is this really it, Rupert? Did you give your all with this? To be honest, I think- Rupert!”

“I will make sure you give my all in the next thing I will do, Sweetie.” Then, he pushed me to bed and he immediately placed his body on top of mine. He kissed me fully on my lips as his hands greedily raised the hem of my shirt until my chest was exposed. “I’ll give my all until you are moaning for my name rather than laughing at me.”

“Rupert!” I gasped when he lowered the cup of my bra and sucked my left nipple. I felt him fiddled on the waistband of my shorts and the fabric slid down off my thighs. He also took off his shorts but because he didn’t want to let go of my nipple with his mouth, I had to use my legs to take off his shorts and underwear. “Ahhh… Gosh!”

He didn’t waste any time and he entered me with his hard length. He really did give his all and we both moaned loudly. I cupped his face and lifted it up, then I kissed him. He started slamming his body on mine, thrusting in and out of me. He was hitting that delicious spot inside me and I immediately had my release.

“You didn’t use a condom again … Ahhhh …”

His movements became faster and I reached the seventh heaven again because of my second release. Then, he withdrew from me.

He climbed on the bed until he was sitting next to me. He grabbed my braided hair and lifted my face. He next inserted his manhood into my mouth. His huge manhood pumped inside and outside of my mouth.

I was holding on to his thighs as he rocked on top of me. He curled my braided hair to steady my head and then he became even rougher, banging my mouth.

“Shit … Ohhh … Meredith! This is so heavenly. The heat of your mouth … Ahhh …”

He was rough and too deep. I was gagging. But I enjoyed it when I could pleasure him.

Moments later, he pulled out his throbbing manhood and then released his juice on top of my chest. Then, he got off of me and immediately got a tissue from my desk. He cleaned my breasts and I was heaving deep breaths, watching him. My hand caressed his hair as he sucked on my nipple again while wiping my other breast with tissue.

“Why are you taking care of me this way, Rupert? I’m getting used to it,” I suddenly said, closing my eyes while still catching my breath. I was tired and my mouth was so stretched, it was a bit painful. But Rupert’s mouth tickled my chest differently. “Don’t let me get used to it. Stop being so caring and ideal.”

His mouth stopped from playing with my breasts and then adjusted my bra. He pulled down my shirt and then I felt him wipe my wet core. “Is it bad to take care of you? Is it also bad for you to get used to my care? I don’t see any problem with that, Meredith Kaye.”

I opened my eyes and then sat on the bed. He pulled up my shorts and underwear again and adjusted that. He then kissed both of my knees before he attended to himself.

“You have no obligation to take care of me. We’re only in for sex and nothing more,” I told him.

He paused for a moment before throwing the tissue in the trash. He then arranged what I ate before facing me again. “You changed my life.” He shrugged. “That’s why I like to take care of you while we’re here.”

That’s not enough reason. “Why?”

He took a deep breath before combing his hair with his hand. “‘Cause we’re friends?”

“Friends?” I nodded. “I see. So, you’re like this to all your friends?”

“No.”

My forehead furrowed and I could not speak for a moment. I bit my bottom lip and laid back on my bed. “I’m not getting this.”

“Me too. But I am enjoying this and I got this feeling that I don’t want this to end sooner or later.” Then he came to the bed and reached for my two wrists.

“I want to rest. I’m tired, Rupert.”

But he still pulled me back to sit on the bed and hugged my arms around his waist. “Stay at my condo tonight. I have a gig later. I want you to be there.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to watch me perform.”

“Why?”

“What’s with endless ‘whys’?”

“What’s with you giving me vague answers?”

He took a deep breath before touching both my cheeks. “You’ll get a more certain answer tonight. So, you have to come with me. We need to clarify and talk things out.”

I was suddenly consumed by nervousness. Confrontation and honest talk were never my cup of tea. “About?”

“Us.” He bent down and kissed my forehead. “You and I. Us.”

Us?

Do we have that?