Fantasy

 I could feel him angry, intense, frustrated. 

As I paced my room, I knew where I wanted to go.  Christian made me nervous. He brought a sense of fear of desire when I felt his fierce frustration. Not a minute later, I walked down the dark road leading to his closed garage door. The closer I got, I knew he felt the distance of our two desired souls closing in. 

I never felt as vulnerable. So 'Willing'. Then again, giving myself to him, was all I ever wanted to do. My heart was pumping, my palms perspiring 

through my closed fist. Though I was nervous my body stood confident and seductive. As I took a silent deep breath, I knocked on his door. 

I didn't tell him I was coming. 

"Who is it"? He muffled. I was right he was angry. I hated Christian angry. It made me sad. Mostly fearful for whoever or whatever it was that he was bitter towards. Most people cleared way when Christian was angry, but for some stupid reason it gravitated me to him. 

"It's, me!" I said low. 

As he opened the door, he didn't smirk at me or give me inviting eyes, instead a half a*s gesture of "get in". As I walked in I started to shake. (Get a hold of yourself) I told myself. I walked all the way in, in my mini short black shorts, a little grey tank top that said Love, Love, Love down my torso. My hair was down, flowing nicely. Shining bright under his dim light, dark brown and black. I could feel his eyes on me,..(Yes! look at me.) My pheromones were at its potent. As his desires matched the amount. The electrical charge was stronger than it ever has been. (He will not deny me now, not tonight) 

"Whats up"? He broke the silence. 

I turned around and looked at him, tilting my head to the side to show a little bit of my neck, my breathing struck gears. As the dead in silence, I'm sure he heard my erratic breathing. My eyes were sharp, my tongue wondered out my mouth, sliding its saliva across my lips, glazing them with such hunger. I can see his blue dark in its colour. The hint of light behind it was fire. A rage that should have scared me, but only ignited my want. My need. His body looked extra swollen at that moment. (I know you want me)  my body moved in 'need' of him.While he stepped closer his eyes never leaving mine, not missing the slightest movement in conversation my body spoke.

 My eyes, My lips, my neck..my chest....

There he stood in front of me, shirtless, bulky & thick. He was so sexy. His seductive look was that of a madman. It didn't scare me, in fact, I did not look down, instead, invited him openly with the challenge at hand. As I went from sexually innocent to sexually provocative in enticed this beast in front of me to grab me by my thighs, and before we knew it, his kisses engulfed mine. Stealing each inhaled breath away from me. He had lifted me up against his shelf, pressing his sole sexy body against mine. I let out quiet moans of serenity. 

My body reacted to him as a lego piece edging and grooving into his grip and hold. Our bodies entwined. The emotions array were explosive when combined. 

"Christian.."I moaned. Eyes on him. Taking in every inch of the moment I was in. No questions, No thoughts. Just feelings, of excitement, warmth, desire, fear, care, Love, frustration, hate, anger. Every good to its bad of emotions were flowing between, this sexy man and I. The room was hot, the air was musky from our bodies natural perfumes. Sex was in the air. 

He filled me perfectly. As my p***y welcomed him tightly swelling his big hard c**k. With every stroke, came a belt of 'relief'. My juices shamelessly flowed out as if he turned my waterworks into his personal faucet. The more wet I became, the harder he would go. My moans and screams broke the silence in the night. 

"Yes, scream. let everyone know your mine" he growled.

Harder...

"aah ah"...I yelled. 

Deeper...

"Oh! Christian"..My body obeying his every command. 

I screamed into the still of the night. I was his. I am his. 

All his. With him on top of me laying on his couch, he wrapped his big hands around my throat. A slight grip intoxicated my p***y. I came multiple times with every hit to his stroke. Staring into his eyes. He was so beautiful. So f*****g sexy. His low groans sent vibration to my clitoris. His blue eyes suddenly went black, his veins in his arms bulged as I ran my fingertips on them I knew he was about to give me what I truly wanted. His release. ALL OF HIM. 

(Yes! Yes! Give it all to me) 

"You want it?" he said viciously slamming his c**k into me. 

"You want it?"..as he leant in for a kiss. 

I grabbed his neck with fire in my eyes....

"I want it" I cried. 

"I want it"!

As he hit me hard one last stroke, I could feel him cum deep and hard inside me. Oh god! did that blow my mind. As he came he gave back in return. Simultaneously. We gave each other a hit  that would make a group of 20 high as f**k. Still eyes to eyes. His dark blue lightened. 

I smiled. "Hi Christian" 

"Hi beautiful" he replied.And this time,...

He smiled back.