Arielyn
I woke up in a really good mood, expecting to see Kendrix in bed with me but when I opened my eyes, the bed was empty, I looked around the room thinking I would find him sitting on the couch but he wasn't there, there was no sound coming from the bathroom so he couldn't have been there, I finally checked the wall clock and grasped.
"Fuck, he should already be in the office,"
I let out. It was almost noon. I finally started to remember that he had told me when he got out of bed and even came to my side to let me know he was leaving for work but I had been so sleepy that I didn't focus on what he was saying at that time. Well, he was to blame for not letting me sleep the night before. I covered my face with my hands as the memories of what I did with him last night crowded my head.
"Wait, today is Saturday, it is the weekend,"
I lamented, Maybe he had something important to do that couldn't wait till Monday, I frowned.
"I should have woken up early, at least I would have gotten a good morning kiss or if I am looking, a good morning sex, I messed up,"
I lamented, blushing at the mention of sex; sex, lovemaking; is what we did throughout the night, From the minute he touched me, it felt like he unlocked a new me that I never knew was part of me, suddenly I felt different, and when he had entered me for the first time and then he looked into my eyes, I felt the electrifying force that could only mean one thing, it was so strong that it was hard to deny.
"I can't believe I didn't know we were mates, Could I not have figured that out?"
I let out. It must have been there all along, the signs that he was mine and I was his, but neither of us knew, I could tell that it was an awakening for him too. Maybe because it is our second chance, maybe that's why it was different. But that wasn't what mattered right now, what mattered was that I found my second chance mate, and even before I knew he was mine, I already loved him, now I loved him even more and wanted so much for us to be together forever.
The way he made love to me after that, ever so gently and lovely, even when he went all hard, he still remained tender, he didn't just satisfy himself and go, he made sure I was with him every step of the way, teaching me new things I didn't know my body could do; the only kind of lessons that I want to take forever; the kind of lessons that comes with so much pleasure. My hand on its own went down to the tender spot between my legs where Ken had spent most of the night nurturing. It was soft and sore but I didn't feel any pain, only sweetness. Just touching close to it brought memories back to me; memories of his tongue working magic down there, his fingers joining his tongue and showing me what heaven on earth really means. And when his dick replaced his tongue and fingers, oh, the pleasure was ten times even more, the moans I let out were uncontrollable, and I couldn't hold them back, I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to relive what his touch had spent the night doing to me.
"You turned me to your personal whore, Ken and I love it so much, I want you again,"
I let out; wishing he could somehow hear me and come back home. As I knew that would not be happening until later, I got off the bed and tousled happily to the restroom, I took off the robe I had on and stood naked in front of the mirror, my hand wandering toward the redness on my skin, tracing them and remembering the moment, Ken's mouth had touched them. There were love bites all over my skin which made me smile like a possessed woman. Hey, I liked the demon that possessed me because it was the demon of love. I cupped my breast with my hand, it was sensitive from Ken sucking hard on them. He must be a breast man because he spent a good amount of time just sucking and fondling my boobs, commenting on how succulent and luscious they were; I never felt more; proud of my boobs than I felt last night.
Every part of my body I touch, there is a memory of his mouth there, loving and touching.
"What have you done to me?"
I let out while staring at my reflection in the mirror, I looked so different, I looked like a woman who has known the touch of a loving man, who has been reborn by his touch, I smiled at the person who stared back at me in the mirror and the smile turned into full-blown laughter, a happy laugh. I forced myself to take a bath, I didn't want to wash off his touch. We bathed together last night and he made love to me in the bathroom. Now I didn't want to wash myself anymore, I wanted him to do it, and brand me with his touch. I blushed when I remembered how I knelt down in this bathroom and sucked on him with him giving me instructions on how to please him better, I loved sucking him so much; when we went back to the bedroom, I did it again; it felt like heaven having the whole of him inside my mouth, of course, I didn't take him all, he was much too big for my beginner mouth to accommodate, I took as much as I could go and he told me he loved it; he kissed me right after and also returned the favor by eating me out good, my pussy never felt so useful until last night.
"Okay, enough!"
I let out as I shook myself out of my crazy sex-dazed mind. I hurriedly took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and brushed my teeth. I got out of the restroom. I had to go back to my room because none of my clothes were in his room, I opened the door slowly to make sure no one was in the way. I looked and finally sprinted to my room when I saw the coast was clear. Once in my room, I took the towel off and changed into a mini-skirt and crop top; yes, I did it on purpose because I figured out a skirt would be much easier to take off and with a crop top, his hands can easily access my boobs.
"Oh, you have become sex-obsessed after just one night,"
I told myself as I sat in front of the dressing mirror.
"I should re-dye my hair, Ken loves my red hair,"
I whispered staring at the beautiful woman that was me; I smiled when I remembered how Ken had looked at me while he was thrusting into me and kissed me on my forehead; he whispered how beautiful I was into my ears while he fucked me hard; his sweet voice in my ear had sent me over the edge and he didn't just stop there, he kept whispering sweet nonsense into my ears and thrusting into me while I rode out my orgasm.