"Are you okay, Ms.?" A chills ran up Rhea spine, by the sudden softness and depth of a man's voice.
"Y...yeah...I'm sorry!" she slurred, tilting her head up to meet the man's gaze.
But due to the alcohol in her system and the blinding club lights obstructing her vision, her eyes couldn't picture his face.
The man's captivating, sweet smell; which was of honey and spicy vanilla, was all she could perceive.
It was more intoxicating than the drunk feeling clouding her senses. It filled her head to the extent she couldn't think of anything else.
She lift her head in a dazed stupor, "You smell nice, Stranger!" Rhea leaned into him, as she threw her arms around his neck, inhaling his scent deeply, then added "And delicious too," as Rhea tried standing on her toes, to reach the man's height.
"Tell me your name, Stranger?" Rhea asked, grinning. " Hmmm," she added.
"Miss, why don't you stand upright first! Then we can talk." The man replied, then he gently removed her hands around his neck, slightly stepping away from her.
"Why? But I don't want to!" Rhea mumbled, stepping even closer, leaning back onto his body, rubbing the side of her face on his chest with her hands still clasped around his waist, holding him tight. Not realising what she was saying, Rhea demanded, "Kiss me, Stranger."
"You sure never change," he muttered, when a soft sigh and chuckle escaped the his lips, as he brushed a strand of Rhea's hair behind her ears.
"What did you say?" Rhea asked.
"Nothing." He crouched down, his lips brushed hers gently, "Is this okay?" He asked.
"NO!" She exclaimed, then yanked him down, pressing her lips on his. It was soft and searching.
The kiss was sloppy at first, as her balance tipping as her hand slid to his jaw, but then she adjusted, pressing her body into his, sighing against his mouth.
The man didn't push or stop her, as he placed his hands around her waist, allowing her to take control. Parting his lips for her, giving her more access, as he claimed her hungrily, when Rhea tongue gentle but insistent traced the edge of his lips. Holding her tightly.
She let out a quiet, hungried moan—like she'd found something she didn't realised she was aching for.
She pulled back, blinking up at him like she forgot what she'd done. As quickly as she kissed him,
"Oops," she whispered. "That wasn't supposed to happen... was it?" Smiling crookedly, eyes glassy.
"It was." He answered, then effortlessly scooped her up, "But we don't have enough time...left, to continue this here. You are coming with me." He added, as he hoists her over his shoulder.
Rhea heard what he said, but didn't understand what he meant and didn't put meaning to it. As she bounced on the man's shoulders, giggling like a child.
She felt safe. Wasn't even scared that she was letting herself loose to a stranger; instead she felt drawn to him. All she knew was that, her lips were moving on their own.
"Stranger, where are we going?" She asked, "Hope you are not a psychopath?" She pressed, her body wiggling a little.
"You know, we can do whatever it's you were saying earlier, I'm not shy!" She said, still wiggling.
He smacked her lightly on the butt and said to her softly, "Now, stay still. I need to get us out of here before I can do anything,"
Rhea's body hummed with heat, even her brain was too slow to process the sting of the spank, moving across her body.
As they kept walking, Rhea, could sense the beats and noise of the club fading.Although she was with a mysterious person, his presence made her feel as if all her burdens had been lifted and, strangely, feeling better. Even when she heard the closing door of a car, she still didn't seems to care.
As the car stopped, the man carried her inside. Then stopped in a room. She couldn't make sense of what was in the room, but she knew it was cold — it was a contrast to the bustling club's warmth, and It smelled of mild, flowery air freshener and was quiet, except for the rustling of clothes—her clothes. She was then gently placed on a soft surface.
She felt his hands brush her lips, then move to her hair, tucking it gently behind her ears, as if she would shatter if he wasn't careful.
The next thing she felt was the wetness on her lips; it tasted like sweet. She opened her lips to savor the taste, as her mouth was invaded by a strangely smooth and hot tongue intertwining with her.
His fingers brushed her hardened nipples, sending jolts of tiny electrical sensations through her veins. Her breath hitched as she felt a cold hands on her boobs, an opposite to the heat building within her.
Rhea threw her arms around his neck, combing her fingers through his hair, as she shifted onto his lap. She pressed forward against him, claiming his lips, matching the hunger she felt radiating from him.
With one palm spread across her back and the other at the back of her neck, he removed his lips from hers, as he trailed his lips to the side of her neck, trailing them down to her collarbone, as his tongue mapped her soft skin.
Rhea moaned, closing her eyes, tilting her head to the side, giving him more access.
He placed her gently on the bed, taking one of her boobs into his mouth.
Rhea inhaled sharply at the contact of his mouth housing her boobs. As he swirls his tongue around her nipples, sucking gently, while also biting on it, his other fingers play with her left nipple.
He trailed down to her belly button, kissed it, then traced downward to her clit.
Her hips jerked up on instinct, a broken gasp tearing from her throat before she could stop it.
Her fingers clawed at the sheets, back arching as his tongue moved—slow, deep.
A moan spilled out, high and messy, her body trembling like it couldn't take the pleasure building inside her.
She tried to bite it back. Which failed.
The sound she let out wasn't soft — it was raw, desperate, the kind of moan that came from somewhere deep, wild, and completely out of her control.
Her mind was everywhere. She couldn't even think straight, not with the loads of drinks in her system, and certainly not with this intoxicated stranger between her thighs, making her feel like this. Everything was blank.
"Wait! I don't think you should do that. Just put it in," Rhea demanded. The moment Rhea felt his breath between her legs, she spoke.
But he said nothing. Instead, he buried his head between her thighs, claiming her dripping, hardened clit, and sucked on it.
"Fuck!" Rhea growled under her breath, letting our a curse.
He simultaneously sucked and circled her clit, as he slid his tongue into her pussy, bringing his fingers to her throbbing clit.
"Plea... please s..stop!" Rhea gasped, even though her body moved contrary to what her lips were saying. As she reached for his hair, pressing his head in, moving her hips to his rhythm.
"You say I should stop, but you won't let my head go. Look at how dripping wet you are," he muttered in a low voice, as he brought his drenched fingers from her Honeypot, showing it to her as he stretched the sticky fluid in his fingers before bringing it to his lips —sucking on it. "I'm sorry, I can't fulfill your request just yet, for I've hungered for you...across lifetimes. You have to bear with my impatience as I make sure you are truly ready." Then thrust his fingers back to her slit, his tongue circling her clits, as he increased his pace, brushing her nipples with his other fingers.
"Please d-don't s-stop," she stuttered, groaning. As she tilted her head backwards bending over, as she combed her hands through his long hair. "Don't ever."
"Don't worry, I wasn't planning to, Love." He removed his finger from her slit, as he moved his mouth to her slit.
His tongue began to move, licking her heat.
His tongue slips into her as he began to suck on it. He suck all her liquid, savouring the sweet nectar taste that filled his mouth.
As the sensation narrowed to the aching pressure between her thighs, pulling her to the brink, Rhea's trembling intensified, as a violent shiver coiling through her as her body tightened, followed by the loud groan that has been building silently in her throat.
"You've held on well, Rhea." he stated, kissing her forehead.
When he felt the shift, the way her hips trembled frantically, matching his rhythm of his fingers.
He slid his dick inside her.