Chapter 113 - Extra - Isaa Part II (1/2)

Tiptoeing I take his helmet off, letting it hit the floor with a loud bang, and the always neutral, hard face of a dark elf comes to view.

As I watch him as I pass my fingers over is black-ebony ink skin, drawing the lines of his body with my eyes and hands, his strong jaw, the always present frown that gives him an even scarier aura that his massive body full of scars already gave.

And yet like a trained hunting dog I knew that I could trust him with my life, even with the looks of a stalking predator that he had.

His white eyes look down towards me, shinning against his black skin, as he lets me do as I please when I start to go to his side and unbuckle his armor.

Piece.

By.

Piece.

Until there was only the thin clothing underneath, unable to hide the thick muscles that were the result of years of hard work and discipline, almost too perfect to be true, like a sculpture made by hand.

It was not the first time that I have tasted him like this, and it would not be the last.

And I remember how intrigued I was in the beginning, how all started just like a little game… A curiosity even, a way to get a reaction out of him.

”Do you remember our first time?” I say when his eyes shine and a small smile curves his lips, which could be considered a full smile from his part in his frozen face.

I chuckle. ”Yeah, better keeping it on the past, that much we can agree on haha.”

I look up at him, the smile still on my face as my hands trace down his body over the cloth that only brought more friction on his skin until they stop over his waist.

I harden my grip on his waist then and use his body to keep my balance as I start to slowly move my waist in a slow provocative dance, keeping my gaze steady on his face and reaction as his eyes immediately were sucked in with every move.

Afraid of being found out as a man I had always done a lot of feminine things to keep my moves and body like that of a woman, making my already narrow waist and wider h.i.p.s stand up more with dancing and stretching.

So keeping myself on tiptoe I could move my knees and swing my h.i.p.s around; the true wiggle was made with the legs and knees, not the butt; making an 8 shape with my body, going slow then fast, slow then fast, locking my abdomen in place and bringing all the attention to my moves and h.i.p.s.

And I could see how that was affecting him as his eyes darken.

”Am I exciting you?” I ask, closing the small gap I had left between our bodies with every twist and turn of my h.i.p.s until I was brushing my body on his, still dancing slowly.

His answer was that small smile and the narrowing of his eyes.

”Is that so…? And what are you going to do about it uhm…?”

It was his turn to cup my h.i.p.s with his big hands, forcing them in place and pressing strongly against his body in extremely close contact, enough so that I could just fell how excited my little show had made him.

With easy he pulls me up and I hug him with my legs, getting on the perfect height to kiss him deeply, feeling his manly smell up close and tasting his warm mouth and lips.

It has been so long since our last time together like this that we let out all our frustrations in one go, our lips smacking together, hungry for each other, making me realize we were moving only when we reach the bed.

He sits down with me still on his lap and this position already makes me hot with expectation as my insides seem to clench in anticipation.

Without wasting more time we clumsy take the shirts off each other without breaking the kiss for long, his big hands making a burning warm path were they pressed, massaging my back and going steadily lower and lower until the made their way into my pants and groped my ass.

”Uhm…Nn…Ah!” I m.o.a.n pleasantly while kissing him, feeling him caress my lower cheeks as he starts to rotate them around, stretching my hole in the middle while at it.

”Nnn.. Ugh, j-just finish it already, I want you in, 'now'.”

He makes a sound, almost like growling, but doesn't stick it directly in, no, he teases me a little beforehand, passing the tip of his long finger in between while still massaging my cheeks and kissing me.

I push him down, unable to wait any longer, and stay on top of him.

”If you wanted to watch me stretch you could have said so…” I say, my knees on his sides and my hands gripping the sheets, but he nods while his legs open more under me, taking my own knees with the movement and making me open my legs even more while I stayed in four over his body, this position making me even more exposed.

That was enough to make my heart race.

And he knows that.

So that's why, when he kisses my neck, he pulls my pants down as I reach out for his belt as well, only managing to unbuckle it when my lower body is exposed.