MSL - The Desire

It was past midnight and I got a text from Christ. This guy who I don't know where he go all day, because from morning to midnight I didn't even get the slightest word of stuff.

"Are you fall asleep?" That's what he wrote in his text. I read but chose not to reply to it. I don't know since chatting with Granny last afternoon, it feels like all my energy has been drained.

Knock knock

There was the sound of the door being knocked and suddenly my heart jumped wildly. What was on my head was Lindsey coming into the room with a knife in her hand and immediately attacking me.

No No No . . .

I suddenly panicked. And with a beating heart I stared towards the door without blinking in the slightest, as I continued to embrace my knees. It felt like a cold sweat suddenly flooded my whole body. I heard the door being knocked once again and this time the door handle was pulled by someone from outside.

I was preparing to scream, when suddenly the door opened and I was already standing at the side of the bed with the sleeping light that I was ready to throw.

"Wo . . . Wo... easy." It was Christ, he stood at the door with half the door open. I fell to my knees, in a state of anxiety and began to limp.

Christ closed the door then locked it from the inside. "What happened?" He walked up to me and hugged me directly.

"I imagine it was Lindsey." I said softly, still with a trembling body.

"Lindsey is in the detention cell, she can't possibly come here." Christ tried to calm me down.

"I knew it, I was just panicking." I replied.

Christ grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips, maybe it was one of my most powerful ways of calming down. In just a matter of seconds I felt that Christ could really calm me down. I even didn't have the strength to repay his kiss.

"Why did you come to my room so late?" I asked softly.

"You haunt me all day long." He said irritably.

"I'm still alive, how could it haunt you?" I asked him confusedly.

"You're mad at me for no reason for so many days, you think it's easy for me to keep your distance from you?" His protest.

"So you came to get angry?" I asked.

He sighed deeply. "I came to grant your request." He replied, looking at me deeply. I remember my line when I was at home asking him, the whole of him. But why did he suddenly want to do it? My heart started not beating at its normal rhythm, oh, why did I want something that might make me die young of a heart attack. I tried to catch my breath, and set my heart rate, but in vain, the deeper he looked at me, the faster my heart jumped inside my chest.

He kept staring at me for quite a while, before finally returning to talk, "Are you sure of your request Mss. Stuart?" He asked, as his fingers rubbed my face, down my neck to my collarbone. With her forefinger she pulled down one part of the strap of my nightgown and knocked it down. My one breast was clearly visible before her eyes, for when my hand was trying to close it he pulled my wrist and brought it over my head.

"Don't move if I don't ask for it." His whisper was subtle and I nodded, as if understanding even though I couldn't digest the sentence he said at all.

I closed my eyes, unable to see myself like that in front of him, I think I was too embarrassed. My breath was hunting down before he even touched me further, just by being stared at like that I already felt completely stripped naked.

"Mr. Hudson." My hiss begging for mercy, I hope he changed his mind and raised the sleeves of my nightgown then left me. But what made me gasp was when I felt something soft and warm sticking to my lips. I couldn't help but open my eyes because right then and there his lips viciously fondled my lips and found my tongue hidden inside, with a hint of coercion of course. He wanted me to accept it, and damn I couldn't even refuse him. Christ so passionately fondly fondled my lower lip, that I felt overwhelmed, I guess my one hand gripped his arm tightly, and made him stop kissing me.

"Sorry . . ." He tried to catch his breath, and with his forefinger unmasked the strands of my hair that had strewn over part of my face.

"Are you ok?" He asked softly, and I stupidly nodded.

"I'll do it slowly." He whispered and I went back to close my eyes. What a stupid am I, can't I refuse? At least this is my first time, maybe I can prepare a little bit by taking a shower, shaving, or even dressing up. But Christ came at a time like this, when I really became my sober self.

Christ kissed me gently on the lips, but not so long, then I was blown away as his warm lips touched my ears and down my neck to my collarbone, I could feel everything clearly even though I didn't dare to open my eyes in the slightest.

He paused, oh what was he doing?

I'm waiting, I'm waiting for his lips, where will he touch me? I was like I was at war with an invisible enemy, and stupidly looked forward to that enemy attacking me.

"Ah. . . ." I was shocked again when I felt something warm, and I guess it was her lips touching the top of my breasts. I even heard her take a deep breath, then sucked the tip of my breasts firmly.

"Ah." I took a deep breath, it felt very amused, and it hurt a little. I never even let anyone else see my little, but Christ sucked them and played with them with his teeth I guess. Ah,... I didn't even dare to open my eyes to the present.

Christ laid me down gently and just then I dared to open my eyes. His body was overhanging part of my body and his face was so close to mine that I could feel his fragrant warm breath hitting my face.

"Is it your really first time?" He whispered and I nodded slowly, as if he had just been bewitched by the handsomeness of this creature and also its deep voice.

"You're sure you'll give it to me?" He asked, and that look really got me trapped in an intricate maze that it was hard to get out and find my consciousness. I sighed deeply, and swallowed hard to wash my esophagus, before I said "Well."

I saw Christ smiling, his jaw hardened at a glance, a moment later I couldn't see his face anymore because I gasped "Ah . . ." I pulled my abdominal muscles inwards as I felt one of Christ's fingers touch the outside of his labia minora.

"Tell me if you want to stop." He said and I couldn't remember what he said. I felt myself just thrown out of the galaxy until I no longer stepped on earth, especially when Christ touched a point that I'm sure was true he was an expert on this matter considering how many women had been submissive to him.

"Uh . . . uh. . . ." I squirmed, because Christ's touch made my body respond like it was throbbing violently down there. Every now and then the movements it creates make me suck my breath deeply and hold it back, I don't want it to just let go.

Crist slumped down, with both arms he bent my legs up, making me look bad, because right now he saw the real me.

I intended to wake up but Christ hissed.

"Pssstttt . . . it's ok." He looked at me and pressed his forefinger to his own lips, asking me to calm down.

"I'm embarrassed." I covered my face.

"It's ok, you are wonderful." He climbed again onto my body just to convince me that I was interesting to him.

"You're wonderful, I love it." Christ pulled my hand until he was able to see my face. "You're beautiful." He looked at me deeply.

"You're awesome." He smiled, pecked me a quick glance then returned to his position. Finally I resigned myself, letting her do everything she wanted, because without my refusal everything felt lighter, easier, and I could enjoy it. He was right about him going to help me, lead me, he really lead me.

I found myself wet down there, I don't know what liquid it was but I clearly felt something sticky and wet. Christ inched down from the bed and took off his shirt. I saw it clearly from the cleavage of my legs. His gaze couldn't escape me, even when he took off his pants, and threw them unceremoniously on the floor.

His hand touched his own, then opened a small package wrapped in a shiny visor. Quickly Christ put it up, all he did under my watch without the slightest awkwardness. As soon as it was over Christ crawled onto the bed, half of her body was overtaking mine and her lips found my breast then clasped it back. This time Christ did it very quickly, and lusted.

"Ah . . . . ah." I gasped in a delicious tingle sensation while Christ occasionally stole a glance at me before fiercely sucking back the tip of my breast.

With the help of his hands, Christ buried his already very hard possessions into my already wet self. Not as reassuring as I imagined, but there was a suddenly full sensation like I was almost choking.

"Emph . . ." I took a breath that I then sucked until the muscles of my part tightened, and it made Christ smile at a glance.

"Ah. . . ." He groaned hoarsely and it made my blood rustle.

"I love your body . . ." He whispered as she began to move stomping inwards and outs.

"Uh. . ." Every now and then I feel that Christ goes too deep, right down to the end of my servix hallway.

"You like it?" He asked amid the roar of our intermittent breath and I couldn't think of any other than nod. I really can't think of anything at the moment.

We are like two instruments played together to form an amazingly beautiful harmonization.

Christ suddenly stopped and freed himself from me.

What? Is it the end? I was like I was enjoying a show then the lights suddenly went out. A little frustrating that Christ threw himself by my side, lying right next to me. Is this the end? Torturous antichrist? I wondered in my heart.

"Come to me." Christ turned to me and looked at me, his hand grabbing my hand and pulling me until I was in his arms.

"It's your turn." He whispered.

"What?" I linked my eyebrows confused.

"Do as I did just now." His command, I tried to find the meaning of his command. I got up slowly then sat down on him very carefully.

"Emph . . ." He felt the weight of my body press against his waist, and it made me hesitate. I even bit my lips.

"Don't bite your lips, it makes me tick." He whispered.

"Now what should I do?" I whispered softly, and I saw him smiling at me. It really frustrates me, but Christ grabbed my wrist.

"Help me in." He said and with shaking hands I lifted my buttocks slightly then held her still very hard then helped her find my little door. I lowered my buttocks slowly, while continuing to hold my breath.

"Aaaaa . . ." I squeezed the quilt, it felt different from when he was domineering. When I was on top of his body, Christ's felt so deep that I felt a little pain in my body.

Christ noticed my face.

"You ok?" He asked briefly and I nodded.

After I nodded briefly, Christ held my waist tightly then pushed me back then pulled it back again, and so on, and I thought the movement wouldn't have any effect on me, quite the opposite. I kept sighing with pleasure as our bodies rubbed somewhere.

"Christ . . ." I even said his name very disrespectfully.

"Well." And he forgot that he was my lecturer or someone much older than me and much superior.

We moved like that and suddenly I felt myself like a female cowboy riding a mighty horse. Oh, I really enjoyed it.

In the midst of our crackling breath Christ pushed my knees back, until all my legs were parallel to hers, and my breasts touched her broad chest. Christ could find my lips there, but his hand kept my waist firm then pushed me in the same motion until I screamed in his kiss.

Christ let go of my lips then turned to my breasts hanging before her, taking turns Christ sucked the hem, making me feel crazy, while our bodies continued to rub heavily on pleasure.

"Hhhhhh . . . . . " One point somewhere seemed to have just thrown me out of space again, and I found nothing but my mindless self and continued to scream in Christ's loud kiss.

"Hhhhhh . . . Hhhhhh . . . . . I'm coming . . . . sorry sorry . . . sorry." Christ said all that just as I couldn't feel anything in my head and moaned loudly.

Our flooded sweat fused as Christ hugged my waist and let me collapse in his arms, over his body.

A minute or two later I inched and got off the top of his body, Christ took off his protective rubber and threw it to the side of the bed.

"That damn rubber made me tormented." Hiss and I smiled though somehow it felt too tired to talk about rubber.

"What about your injury?" He fingered my left abdomen and found the stitch marks, although it was still a little painful but I said otherwise.

"Just fine." I muttered softly, closing my eyes.

Christ didn't say anything, but I felt like he pecked my lips then hugged me.

"What are you feeling now?" He asked.

"I can't think now." I opened my eyes slightly and saw him staring at me with one hand supporting his head and his body tilted towards my body while his one hand was wrapped around my stomach.

I saw Christ smile, and I returned his smile lazily then closed again. I guess I almost fell asleep, but could still hear the sound. "I'll go back to my room, because Granny will probably have a heart attack if he finds me naked inside your room." She whispered.

I was too tired to respond to anything at the moment, only that when I woke up early I found myself naked with a blanket wrapped around my body. My clothes were on the side of the bed and a paper was on top of one other pillow inscribed with a sentence in his handwriting.

"When you wake up naked don't scream, you know very well who the culprit is."

I smiled for myself as I unpacked my blanket and found my body naked with the smelly remains of her attached to me.

Oh damn it, I missed that guy, even though I knew he was only a few meters away and was probably fast asleep in another room in this big house.