Shorts 2

Destined Lovers

Part 1.

Techno music blares in the background of the luxury industrial studio apartment. The walls were absorbing the vibes in the atmosphere. It was as if being put into a trance with the smell of hemp candles and cannabis.

Amina sat in a sexual contraption with her wrists bound together above her head and a sleep mask covering her eyes. She sat on the mechanism in her 3 piece blue lace lingerie set. It consisted of bustier, underwear for easy access, and garter stockings. She sat with her thighs and legs supported and her nether regions exposed.

Waiting with anticipation of what was going to become of her and how the conversation lead to her agreeing to go along, but she quickly pushed her hesitation aside. For far too long she had lived life in fear of being judged, ridiculed, and shamed. In turn kept Amina from stepping into her true self, and returning the feelings of her long time friend Marcus was the first step of many in her journey.

Marcus confessed his feelings only hours ago during their date. He's always been there for her during heartbreak after heartbreak, wiping away her tears, being a shoulder to lean on, and telling her the hard truth when she needed to hear it. He's always a true friend and here she was in his apartment once again but not for a heartbreak this time. This time he was the one who would get the opportunity to love on her, be her protector, and add to her happiness.

Amina felt large melanin hands grip upon her caramel thighs and slowly caress themselves upward on her lace. Her sensation of touch on was high alert where it formed goosebumps on her skin, and sent a warm shiver down her spine.

"Are you comfortable my love?" Marcus asked with a soft breath against her ear.

Amina could do nothing but nod in response to his question. His deep baritone voice radiating in her ear, erecting her nipples, and sending a gush of fluid seeping through. Marcus, feeling like an animal in heat who's carnal desires were about to be satiated, could smell the fluids of her sex over the hemp candles and cannabis. The smell between her legs was sweet and hypnotic. He found himself slowly lowering to his knees ready to receive the blessing his queen was bestowing onto him.

On his knees, he stared upon the ripe fruit before him. A glistening bead of her essence drips it's way through, slowly forming a string making its way to the floor. Marcus watched as his love blessed him with an offering and he readily accepts it with an open mouth. He tastes the sweetness of her nectar on his tongue, reveling the slick clear fluid on his buds. The taste itself was enough to send him into a fury but he reminded himself to take his time with her. He made a silent vow to erase every guy who chipped away Amina's heart. They were both at odds with love and he purpose the idea to her at dinner to give it one last try with the one who knew them best. Marcus knew that he was the only man to have her trust (and she have his), and wanted to multiply his feelings in every way possible.

Slowly, Marcus's strong arms wraps under around Amina's thighs while simultaneously adjusting her to level in the swing, properly aligning her to properly feast upon. He exposed his lengthy tongue from his lips, curling just the tip to slightly enter her vaginal opening. Flexing his biceps, he pulls Amina to his mouth and places his whole tongue onto her vulva, covering from clitoris to opening. The curved tip of his tongue entered right into her sacred area, feeling the slick velvety walls against his buds.

"AH! Marcus!" Amina gasps with an inhale.

He couldn't hear her soft illicit moans from the music drowning out the sound of it, but he could definitely feel the trembling in her thighs under his arms. To experience her thighs shaking under his ministrations, fueled him to explore further and deeper into her canal. Amina's bounded hands gripped tight and pulled onto the rope trying to break free.

"MARCUS! Wait!" She screamed his name as her legs started to kick into a fit. Her breaths were heavy, as her chest heaved up and down in a labored state. She throws her head and upper body back tilting her pussy at the perfect angle hitting her G-spot.

"Ngh! Marcus!" Amina says in a whiny passionate voice while her eyes rolled back sending her into a state of euphoria.

Even without hearing her, Marcus knew that her body was pleased from the locking of her ankles behind his head and the pushing his tongue further inside. His nostrils where filled with the wonderful aroma of her pussy as her clit grinding against his nose, the taste of her precious river salivate his buds, to the feeling her slick walls around his lingua, and hearing the squelching of it enter in and out of her.

"Fuck she tastes so damn good." He says to himself.

Just as he was about to shove himself more, he feels Anima tilt her hips, giving him leverage to more explore of her G-spot on her own. An invisible smile appeared within him that filled his pride and fuel his ego. His long time childhood friend submitted herself and guided him to her inner most sacred area.

"Ah! Yes!" Amina cried out in pleasure.

The sounds of him sucking and drinking Amina were also drowned from the music. "Only if I could hear and see him." She says while thoughts raced through her head as her hands held the silk bound tighter. Just the thought of being able see and hear him feasting between her legs sent another wave through her labia.

If he could only see the faces that she made, the sheer thought of her forced more blood into his already erected phallus. He wanted to pleasure her more and send her over the edge of ecstasy, releasing the hold on her left thigh. He takes his left hand and gently caresses her anus, the juices from her canal and his tongue had lubricated it nicely where he was able to slowly slide his middle into her and fuck her anus as his lingua fucked her pussy.

"MARCUS!" She screamed out.

This action pushed Amina to the brink of no control of her body's movements, she thrashed around harder in the swing and tired to free her bounded hands, but she couldn't escape the never ending pleasure. Her body started to shake violently as he continued. Tears of pleasure streamed down her face through the blindfold. The height of her orgasm was tripled from the contact high of the weed, covering of her eyes, and the blaring of the music in the background.

Amina was loud enough this time that Marcus could hear the sound of his name being screamed over the music.

"Yeah, scream my fucking name. With each orgasm I'm going to erase every last man who broke your heart." He says to himself. He knew all Amina wanted was to be a woman and embrace her true feminine energy and he wanted to be the one to see all sides of it.

During her orgasmic fit he listened more to her beautiful voice scream his name over the blasting music. She fought trying to push away from him with her free leg, but his right arm kept a firm hold her. As he carried on he realized his that his hand was in the crease of her inner thigh, which was near and in reach of her clitoris.

Marcus tightens his grip of his arm pressing her thigh deep into his neck and enclosing his reach. He then takes his thumb and index finger and pinches her erected pearl sending a rush of endorphins to her brain.

The control over her body was long gone as involuntary convulsions were triggered while continuing with his onslaught of pleasure. She could feel him imprinting himself on her skin, her toes curled and her hands gripped the silk bound so tight she thought they would bleed but she didn't care. What he was putting her body through was exploding her mind and to her it was a never ending euphoric bliss. The clenching of the silk bound felt as if she was climbing to reach a shimmering light.

To Amina in her mind was no longer in her body. She makes it to the top. Looking up at the light she worked so hard to reach she extends her and touches it. This light is touched simultaneously as Marcus pinches her clit pushing her body to ejaculate.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She screams in her heightened pleasure.

Trying to remember to exhale. "... MARCUSSSS!!!" Amina exhales hard as she screams his name, becoming almost inaudible. Not knowing how to handle this new found exploration that her best friend now lover was taking her on. It never occurred to her on how he was so sexually inclined. He was always laid back and reserved but whenever she needed him, he always made time for her and she did the same for him when he needed her.

"Why is my body responding like this with him?" She questioned herself as continued to shout his name.

Marcus released the grip of her clitoris, thigh, and removed his finger from her anus. He held both of her calves to receive his blessing and bask in her essence. When finished, he stands between her legs, reaches up to untie her hands, removes the blindfold, and wraps her long legs around his waist pulling her against his frame.

Instinctively Amina laid her head on his shoulder as he lifted her weak body and turned starting to walk toward his bedroom.

"Mar-." Amina say weakly.

"Shhh. Save your voice." He whispers into her ear as they walk through the doorway of his bedroom. "You're going to need in a little bit because that was just a warm up."