Anna lowered her head and brushed her lips against his. He purred. She kissed him gently, tasting the bittersweet flavour of sake on his lips. Matt put a hand on the back of her head and kissed her back impatiently. She moaned as he prised open her mouth with his tongue.
Anna melted in his arms. Matt kissed like Raphael. Hard. Demanding. It wiped her mind blank. Her lungs almost burst from her chest when he finally gave her a chance to catch a breath.
“So sweet,” he rasped. “Cup your breasts.”
Anna mumbled incoherently. She placed both hands on her breasts, wondering what he had in mind.
“Press them together. Like this.” Matt pushed her hands until a deep cleavage formed between her breasts. He grabbed the sake flask and poured the liquid over the crevice. Warm sake caressed her skin. With a strained sigh, Matt drank from her cleavage until he drained the sake pool. Then he licked her. Nipped. Laving the remnant of aromatic elixir that briefly washed her naked skin.
Her body quivered with anticipation as Matt poured more sake on her. She hadn’t expected being used as a human cup could be so incredibly erotic. She was mesmerised with the way Matt enjoyed himself. His deep, green eyes fixed on hers as he slurped every drop of the warm brew from her body. He said the sake wouldn’t give her a hangover even if she drank too much. But Anna felt drunk just by watching him indulge his fondness for sake like this.
Matt put down the flask and grabbed both her wrists. He pulled her hands down, baring her breasts for him to see. “I love your nipples. They’re pretty and pink. Like candy.”
His tongue flicked out and lashed against one of her nipples. Anna jerked. Red-hot pleasure whipped her from the beaded peak. His mouth enclosed her breast, sucking her pretty, pink candy like a man who truly enjoyed his sweet tooth addiction.
Her mouth snarled open from the sensation. She grabbed his shoulders and her head snapped backward until she could see the full moon hanging upside down. Her spine kinked in pleasure. God.
She writhed. The sensation. Anna couldn’t believe how good he made her feel. All the bones in her body felt like they were melting, leaving her nothing but a glob of quivering mess. Matt released her nipple with a loud pop and hunted her unmolested one. Anna bit her lip, squelching an urge to scream. A new kind of ecstasy swept her off the path, shocking her to discover that kind of pleasure existed.
Matt grunted and lifted her from his lap. A heartbeat later, she found herself flattened on her back in the middle of the bedroll with him kneeling over the top of her. His long hair curtained her surroundings like a waterfall of midnight silk.
Anna just had to touch it. It felt as soft as it looked.
Matt seized her hand and brought it to his mouth. He sucked two of her fingers passionately.
She whimpered and her pussy clenched from the impact and moistened. She didn’t know why but everything he did made her horny. She didn’t recognise herself anymore. She’d never been this wanton until she met the Martels.
He gave her a long suck and released her fingers. “Your scent.” He hissed through his teeth. “So intoxicating.” He yanked her bathrobe belt off, pulling away the remaining fabric that covered her body. The cool, night breeze from the veranda caressed her bare skin. Despite that, Anna was burning.
Matt splayed her thighs wide until her pussy was bared open for him to see. He stroked her trimmed pubic hair and rubbed her wet seam. He found her entrance and let out a pleased sound when he found her wet. He slid a finger into her cunt.
“Mr. Martel!”
“Shh.” His eyebrows furrowed. “You’re tight. You sure you’re not a virgin?”
“N-no.”
“Hmm.” He slid in a second
finger and fucked her until a maddening urge to come frustrated her. Matt’s fingers were longer than hers so he was able to reach the secret spot she couldn’t.
“Mr. Martel!” Anna tried to stop him from masturbating her. She was afraid she would make another mess like she did on Justin’s desk. It was embarrassing.
Matt snatched her hand away, giving her a warning look. “Shh. I want to see you come.”
“But…”
“Come for me.”
She writhed in desperation, trying to stave off the overwhelming urge. But when Matt curled his fingers upward and rubbed the special spot under her pubic bone, a galvanic orgasm hit her like a tornado. Anna whipped her head backwards. Her pussy squeezed his fingers in the height of her pleasure. Her juice flooded his hand.
“God, Anna. So luscious.” Matt continued stroking her until the waves of her climax gradually dissipated.
“Please.” Anna begged him to stop. “I can’t…”
Matt finally stopped. With a feral growl, he seized her face and suffocated her with another greedy kiss. He felt her all over. Kissed and groped. Licked and nipped, tasting every inch of her skin he could get his hands onto. Her breasts. Her belly. Her thigh. And when Matt draped her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy, Anna just had to scream.
She clawed the bedroll, writhing, panting as the last strand of her sanity dangled like spider’s silk. Matt kissed her pussy the way he kissed her mouth. Rough. Demanding. His tongue was everywhere. Flicking. Twirling on her slippery flesh like a prima ballerina performing fouetté en tournant. Anna gripped the sheet, wide-eyed. The ceiling of his dojo started to spin when he tasted the inside of her sex. Kaleidoscopes of pleasure danced before her eyes before another turbulent climax swept through her without mercy.