Chapter 5 My Kind of Man

tilted my head slightly, my lips meeting his in a gentle yet provocative kiss, my tongue tracing the curve of his lower lip. As we kissed I took my hand from his hair down to his trousers, not taking off the zipper but rubbing my hand against his bulge. I could feel his arousal strain against the fabric, his dick moving like it was going to burst out of the trousers.

Ruan disengaged from the kiss and holding my both hands up, he moved to kiss my neck, licking and planting wet kisses on every inch of it.

"Ahhh, f..uck " I let out a moan as I felt my pussy twitch and his hard rock rubbing against my things as he moved, kissing me.

"Please just fuck me already" I whispered as he slowly bite my neck, planting hickey on them

"Not yet" Ruan replied with a smirk on his face as he moved his head to my chest burying his head in the exposed part of my boobs. He then took his hands to the lacing in front of the dress and took it out, exposing my breast completely as I wasn't wearing a bra in it. I took out my hands and he threw it down from the bed.

I was now laying half naked in front of Ruan as he fed his eyes on my boobs. I shut my eyes as Ruan brought his head down on my boobs. He grabs them holding them together and places kisses on them.

"Ahhhhh " I moaned as he took one of my boobs, his other hand rubbing one nipple while his tongue licks and teases one. I shut my eyes and ran my fingers held on to the sheets as his mouth and hands did magic to my body. My pussy was so wet at that point and it was literally begging to be fucked.

Ruan took his head downwards planting kisses all over my stomach down to my belly button, he licked my belly button and the feeling was electric. I was literally dripping and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back the moans if he did what I knew he was about to do, so as soon as he took his head lower I stopped him.

"No, don't" I said, holding Ruan's head gently as I stopped him from eating me out.

Ruan chuckled softly and brought his face back to kiss me before standing up to take off his clothes. I wanted to stand up and help him take them off but I didn't want to be too forward for the first time so I just watched him. I watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, my gaze tracing the removal of each button, revealing the contours of his chest. His chiseled torso was a masterpiece of masculine beauty, and I felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and explore the sculpted lines and ridges that defined his physique. He took it off and moved to take off his trousers. I Watched him too, wondering how he looked down there. He took off his trousers and

my mouth fell open.