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20% WET DREAMS - FEMDOM EROTICA / Chapter 5: CHAPTER 5

Capítulo 5: CHAPTER 5

The painting of her desires had turned out exactly in the colors she wanted, just with a few unwanted strokes. She was in his house, in his room, with everyone having departed after a lengthy study session and dinner.

It was the dead of night, and she was in his bed, twisting and turning, unable to find comfort while he was peacefully sleeping on the couch outside, oblivious to the restlessness within her.

"Make the best out of it." Vritti's parting words were echoing in her mind, dripping with smirky and witty undertones.

"Is this how I'm going to make the best out of it?" her mind pondered amid the lingering memories of their earlier interactions. The touch of his fingers and the lips she had felt after everyone's departure.

She had planned to spend some quality time with him, not to lie in his bed without any conversation. But when he informed he was tired, she could not hold him for words.

It was like the frustration seemed unwilling to release its grip on her, regardless of her attempts to shake it off.

Her gaze shifted from the ceiling to a painting of calla lilies near the door, evoking a sense of connection between them. An intriguing sense mixing up with her desires.

Did he paint this? She sat up, deeply staring at it, and stood up, stepping towards the painting. Her feet halted before the wall, as her hand fell on the painting, mindlessly caressing the strong black strokes. It's not a printed painting.

That's when the desire struck her heavily, prompting her to unlock the door and step out of his bedroom. "I have to do something," she resolved, as she walked and paused before his slumbering figure.

He was sleeping peacefully, nuzzling into the pillow, leading her eyes to peer at him with that erupting desire. His features alone had the power to weaken her knees, adding fuel to her frustrations. "What is unique about you?" she whispered, her hand reaching to his pale skin, her heart thumping in her chest.

Her fingers touched and caressed his skin with a mixture of multiple emotions, like the soft touch of an artist on a painting, stroking it gently with different colors.

She got swayed by his beauty, mindlessly sat on her toes, and observed him reacting to her touch, unveiling yet another captivating sight. "Beautiful," she murmured, trailing her fingers down to his exposed neck, her heartbeat growing bolder.

"Please, I want it." The whispered plea from earlier resurfaced in her mind, intensifying her desires. "What do you want?" she whispered into reality, cupping his face and leaning towards his sleeping lips, unaware that he was slowly waking up.

His heavy eyes fluttered open, and he was met with an unexpected sight. He got startled, and sank back into the pillow, alerting her as well. She hadn't anticipated him waking up, nor her own actions.

He had frozen while she recoiled without a word, staring at him in shock, attempting to find the right words to explain herself. Her instincts urged her to apologize and retreat to the bedroom, but instead, she impulsively kissed him, astounding him further.

He could not calculate the happening scenario in front of him, feeling her lips move with tenderness, her face half visible in the darkness.

She pulled back, breathing unstably, and focused her eyes on his face, turning red. Astonished, he licked his lips and clutched the blanket tighter, affected by her actions. With no words yet again, she kissed him, this time creating a more intense connection between their lips.

He swiftly responded with equal passion and desire, his stomach in turmoil and his head spinning. Her tongue entered his mouth, asserting dominance as she pulled away the blanket and sat on his abdomen.

"If you want me to stop, now is the time," she whispered, so close to his face, her hands on the sides of his head.

She never thought she would find herself in this situation, but her frustration and desire had overwhelmed her senses. She awaited his response, her eyes fixated on his lips. And in response, he pulled her down, planting his lips on hers with the same passion and desire.

His heart was forming the same music her heart was creating, his body more sensitive than hers. She felt welcomed and needed, a sense of accomplishment washing over her as he felt desired and overjoyed.

They kissed, exchanging passion amid the sounds of saliva and smooching, his hands maintaining a tight grip on her face. He whimpered within her lips, urging hers to grow wilder.

The heat between their legs was rising, along with the heat in their hearts with a quickened pace. His body and mind became needy as hers were trying to take.

She gazed into his shy eyes, halting the kiss, and inserted a finger into his mouth, relishing the sight of him obediently accepting, sucking, whimpering, and writhing. She played with his tongue, to the sight of his closed eyes and needy mouth urging her.

His hunger excited her, exposing a new side of him, and leading her to insert another finger into his mouth. His lips on her fingers felt soft and provocative, making her wet.

"God! You're even more beautiful than in my dreams," she whispered, catching his eyes more astonished, still pleasing her with his mouth. He did not understand what she was saying, neither did he understand what was happening.

"Do you know I dream about you?" she asked obliviously, adding a finger into his mouth, letting him play.

"I've seen you naked so many times in my dreams, yet never got to touch your lips," she confessed, adding, "you have no clue how frustrating it was to see you every day after those dreams." Her eyes and her tone expressed well how she felt, driving his shorts tighter around his hips.

"But how would you know?" She added, softly pushing her fingers deeper into his throat, making him choke, breathe heavily, and gasp at her wrist with both hands. "You've been on my mind for so long now." She breathed, watching his eyes blink rapidly and getting short on breaths.

Although she was baring her soul to him, he couldn't fully grasp the situation, but he relished every moment of it. "Do you know I did naughty things to myself after seeing this beauty mark under your lips?" she questioned, removing her fingers from his mouth and pressing them against his mole, giving him a moment to breathe.

"No one has ever stirred such emotions in me," she declared, guiding him to sit. "There must be something exceptional about you." With that, she proceeded to remove his shirt, rendering him half-naked.

"What is it in your eyes? I can't decipher, yet I sense hurricanes raging inside me every time I gaze into them," she continued, kissing his collarbone and planting tingles on his skin.

Easing him back onto the couch, her lips moved down to his chest, planting tender kisses. He gasped with each kiss, feeling the softness of her lips melting him. "So soft. Softer than my dreams," her words resonated in his ears like a captivating melody, enchanting him.

Her lips then descended to his nipples, bestowing kisses upon them. He had never been touched there before, never been kissed in such a way. Each touch, every sensation, was an entirely new experience for him, eliciting reactions that tugged at the heart.

Her lips withdrew from his nipples, leaving them soaked and sticky as her fingers took their place. She delicately grazed his nipples in a circular motion, observing him whimper and squirm.

"You seem to like it." She stated, watching him bite his lips and clutch the sheets. "You do not want me to stop, do you?" She questioned, regarding him quickly shaking his head.

"Say what you said to me." She stated, confusing him with her eyes and tone. What did she mean? What was she saying? What did she want him to say?

"Oh, I'm sorry. You don't know what I'm talking about, right?" Questioning him further, she removed her top, explaining what she wanted from him. "Say, please! Say, please, I want it. That is the only way I will understand, what is it that I'm feeling for you.

Half dazed, he understood nothing yet performed the act, demanded from him. "Please! Please, I want it." He whimpered, making her pinch his nipples.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him flinching, quivering, and whining at the pain in his nipples. "What do you want?" She questioned, something string sneaking up into her soul.

"Anything." He whimpered. "just give me anything. I've been craving for it." His plea made her smirk. It made her enlightened, and she got up, removing his shorts and hers.

"You don't mind?" She asked again, making sure he wanted it as much as she did. "Please, don't ask for my permission again and again. I can't bear it. You can do anything." He stated, almost like a cry. And in the deep night, she sat on him again, foretelling him her further actions.

"Stop me, if you don't like it." She said, urging his desperate whines and cries out of his mouth. "Oh, please! I want it!" That was the moment when he said it, just like her imagination.

It boosted her desires even further, making her slip his hard length inside her. "You're pretty hung." She said, urging his red face to take a hide out into the pillow. He was shy, just like her dream, prompting her hips to grind above him.

"Oh, God! This is how you feel." She moaned, letting every inch of him slide into her deep entrance. "Call me mommy!" She added and removed the pillow from his face, watching an unexpected reaction unfold on his face. "Do you not want to?" She asked, trembling above him.

He quickly shook his head, quivering, and hailed at her, "M-mommy!" It sliced through a new feeling within him, causing his hard length to strengthen up inside her. "Again." She rode him, demanding with moans, getting wetter.

He moaned her demanding the word with need by every thrust, prompting her wetness to soak him up. "You're obedient, just like my dreams. I love that!"

"I'll be obedient as much as you want, mommy!" He moaned, feeling her wetness tighten around him, his body burning from pleasure. "I have no clue, what is that supposed to be doing with how I'm feeling, but I like it." She moaned, riding him faster.

"I like it too." He moaned, melting his moans like an echo along with hers in the room as the pace of her hips grew, prompting their release.

"Are you close?" She growled, intertwining her fingers with his, relishing the sight of his heaving body. He nodded and moaned, "If you mean, I feel like I'm going to burst any second into vapors. Yes! I'm so close!"

"That is exactly what I mean." She moaned, exposing her release as well. "Cum! Can you cum for me?" He nodded, quivering, and burst within seconds, feeling her jitter above him. "Can you cum for me as well, mommy?" He moaned, still oozing out inside her.

She nodded and fell atop him, moaning as she jittered, releasing her juices, and breathing heavily along with him. "This was better than my dreams."

*****

END OF THE CHAPTER

His face was now blushing red, his lips palpitating, his eyes fluttered onto hers, his ears burning hot.

Yet, even though he felt bashful about kissing her, he puffed up his chest with courage, clutching the bag strings tightly, and softly began inching to her lips.

She could not name such an expression on his face other than beguiling and with a soft smile, she softly interrupted his lips as she pressed her palms around his cheeks and whispered. "You have to hold my face in your palms first."

Another jolt of astonishment sizzled through his nerves, prompting him bashful more than ever. How dumb could he be? He thought in his head and instantly planted his palms on her cheeks, making her snicker even more.

"Why don't you be a little gentle?" She whispered and slipped her fingers from the back of his neck, into his hair.

He promptly softened his palms, sending chills down her spine while she was gently drawing him closer.

It felt as if she had been grazed by love and affection, a warm feeling taking over her senses.

If his hands felt that good, how good would his lips feel? She could not wait any longer.

"Now, kiss me!" She boomed, peering into his eyes for another few seconds before he sealed his lips onto hers.

He remained still for a second. He was taking in the feeling of kissing and once he had taken that feeling, he began running his mouth, opening it, and closing it with tenderness.

Their lips created beautiful music that softly echoed in the room, their tongues joining in to enhance the melody.

He hummed in between the kiss, pressing his thawing body closer and closer to her. That was the feeling he could not stop. That feeling always took over his senses and turned him weak before her.

Because even though he was kissing her, she still had her claws deep into his skin. And that feeling grew strong with each passing second, ready to turn him weaker when she suddenly pulled her lips back.

"I didn't realize being kissed by you for the first is a better feeling than sleeping with you for the first time." He wasn't looking into her eyes just because he had kissed her, but when he heard those words, he couldn't help but lift his head and gaze into her eyes with realization.

First time? Is this what she meant?

"By first time, you meant the first time we had sex?" He questioned, ready to seal his realization with the print of agreement and she answered, "Took you long enough to realize."

That is when he drew a breath of relief, which she could not ignore, and questioned, "Are you troubled with something?"

"No- no." He quickly denied the accusation with a stutter, shaking his head as well, and added, "I'm just tired."

A smile curled her lips as her brain traveled back to the things that they did the day before. "Of course." She simply smirked, and grasped his face in her palms, "Why don't you come to my place, we can relax."

The look in his eyes shifted from troublesome to full of perception and astonishment, like he knew what would happen once they were back alone.

She quickly read his eyes and chuckled at his dazed face. "I will not do anything, I promise."

Her words lead him to bite down his smile, unaware of her upcoming words, "unless you want me to." And there he was, hiding his eyes from her once again.

"Okay, go, classes are about to begin." With a blissful smile, she said and gingerly opened the door for him, watching him smoothly slip from her adjacent body to the door. And before he could dis-sapper, she added, "I'll wait for you by the gate."

throughout the whole day, he kept revisiting the classroom in his head, smiling by himself, thinking about her words and the warmth in between them.

He could still feel her so close to him, while his lips were palpitating with the remanence of the kiss. And each time he looked at her, he'd find her smirking or teasing him through her eyes.

Later that day, they were in her apartment, sitting on the couch where she had teased him to the point where his brain had stopped working: they were sitting beside each other, watching tv like any other couple would. But they weren't a couple yet.

Her focus was fixed on the characters' choices on the TV, while there was a hurricane brewing inside his chest, making him feel like he'd throw up.

He kept stealing glances at her and thinking of what would become of him that night. He kept thinking of that lingerie and wondered where it had gone too, for she did not think he'd want to take the lingerie.

He kept thinking about more and more stuff when suddenly she stood up from the couch and left for her bedroom.

His eyes at that, fell wide open and kept staring at the door of the bedroom, thinking what would be the surprise now and could he take it without soiling himself into a mess?

Then suddenly she appeared from the bedroom with a blanket in her hands. "It's getting colder." She said and sat back on the couch, covering him with the blanket along with her.

"Come here." She added as she stretched her arms for him to lie in. Hesitantly he did, unable to deny - not wanting to either.

He was once again in the same position, except for the lingerie and the cold air chilling his skin.

"You're still scared." She sensed it through the stiffness in his body, her hands resting on his abdomen. "Don't worry, I promised. I will not do anything."

It was yet another new side of her, which he did not assume existed. She was acting like a normal girlfriend with a nourishing character.

"Just calm down and rest. We will cook something to eat or maybe order something." Her hands rubbed his abdomen with care and gentleness, prompting his mind and body to calmer.

As much as he was astounded by yet another one of her characters, he adored it the most. He loved the care he was receiving from her gentle hands and gentle tone.

"You know, my mom used to massage my head every time I had a headache. She still does every time I visit her." A new piece of information, which made her seem like a normal being.

"And she also cooks nice food." She added, while he rested his head on her chest and turned his eyes up at her.

She seemed so different - beautiful and pure which made his heart sink deeper into his chest. He was feeling warmth and a tingly feeling rushing into his veins like a drug, making him addicted.

"Your mother seems so nice." He spoke with a slight dullness in his tone. Because it was the type of guardian he never had.

"Yes, she is. My dad is the total opposite of that. He is tough and strict. But he's also very nice." She responded as she slipped her fingers into his hair, prompting his eyes to close and numb at the sensation, like the cold air in the summer.

"I think I take after him the most." She went on, massaging his head while her passionate and burning eyes were gazing at his slumbered eyes like he was a statue of perfection. He was beaming purity like the rays of the sun.

"I think that is why I like you."

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END OF THE CHAPTER

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