CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Rosetta's Pov

I walked into the room, memories flooding me. It all looked the same, from the last night I had been kissed into this room by that man. I switched on the light and walked towards the bed, feeling the texture of the mattress.

A recap of my moans and his groans filled my ears as a little smile fell on my lips. Again, it was gonna happen and this time, I was going to wait to know him more. To see if we could be more than nightstanders…

To see if he was my next fate…or savior.

I switched off the lights back. If I needed the same experience, I had to let the room have the same atmosphere, and fucking this stranger in the dark was all I needed.

I motioned to the bed and lay on it, both of my hands cupping my breast and biting my lips. I then started to zip down my clothes without pulling them off, so it would be easier…faster to get this done with.

When the door opened, my heart skipped. He was here, he only had the key to this room so I wasn't scared of meeting another stranger. His footsteps echoed in the room as the dark shadowy figure shut the door.

The room was black, but we could see each other figures. The last night, no words were said and it all went down smoothly. I wanted it to be the same now. He didn't need to question me or ask why we were here again.

He understood the assignment. I saw him pull off his shirt and then, soft music started to play, the same song as the last time. My heart raced as he came closer to me, the longing evident in my body.

I stood up from the bed I was sitting on when he was already close to me. Inches apart and all I could hear was my own breathing, I was anxious. Maybe this would have been better if I was drunk like the last time.

His hand slowly wrapped my waist as he leaned closer. I could see that he wasn't drunk also. It seemed we both wanted a more real experience with our senses intact. 

His breath was warm on the nape of my neck, I gasped, eager.

His thumb stroked my nipples from the material of my clothes and I could feel the heat between my thighs. Since I had already loosened my zip, it was easier to pull off my top.

While I was half-naked in front of him, his thumb teasing my nipples with soft pinches, my hand went to the back of his head, ruffling my two fingers into his hair. My lips went to his neck, as I sniffed him.

He had a good aura, a strong scent that was oddly familiar. But I wasn't here to make guesses. I was here for the man that caused me to drool.

His lips came on mine, and I swear I heard a little 'ah' from his whispering groan. My lips parted, ready to take him in mine. I was hungry for him, too hungry.

He grabbed my lips into him as he kissed me hard and I reciprocated the same energy. My body was active, and very sensitive to his touch. His hand roamed my hair and mine too. We couldn't stop, oh we couldn't. Hard ragged breath, sucking off each other's lips. Yes, I loved the feel, I wanted this.

My hands were on his bare chest and I could feel all of the beauty on that body build. His hands left my breast after he had warmed me up, made my pussy anticipate. He slowly went on one knee, as he rolled my already loosed trousers down to my legs and then my panties followed.

Two things were breathing heavily, my pussy and his mouth which was directly opposite it. "Spread" a low seductive growl and I tried to separate my legs, but I was restricted by my pants that were not removed from my legs completely, but I had spread enough to have a drooling down my thighs.

His hand gripped my thighs tightly and I could feel his hot breath closer to it. I moaned unintentionally as I held his hair, my chest heaving.

His tongue traced my tighs as he licked the juice that had been rolling and then it landed on my clitoris.
"Arhh" I moaned. I didn't know his name. I wanted something to moan, but I didn't know his name. 

This man wrapped his mouth around my pussy as he worked it. This time, I couldn't stop moaning, my legs trembled and it was his grip that was holding it together. 

He ate me!

And all I could mutter was fuck, oh, and different gibberish of moans, pulling his hair so hard, I feared he was going to complain.

I was a satisfied client, but not contented. His lips worked up from my pussy back to my breast as he stood up, mouthing my breast again. I tapped his back like I was tapping out, but in a real sense, it was just a 'go on, please' tap and he understood because he didn't stop.

Before I could moan again, he had laid me on the bed, his mouth still on my breast as he hovered above me, my hands tried to pop out his manhood, but they would not reach, he was taller and I couldn't pull his trousers.

I heard a light chuckle from him as he helped me bring out his manhood, moving further, so my hands could reach it. I held it, and memories came rushing in of how I held the last one too. I caressed it, touched it, teased it cap, stroked it as he played with my neck with his lips.

"Go in," I said in a small whisper.

"Now?" He asked in the same seductive growl. I spread my legs, placing the cap of his dick at my entrance.

"Now…" I barely said the word as he had plunged deep inside me and my moan filled the whole room.