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Masquerade
She stood against the wall of the candlelit room, observing the scene before her from underneath her silken mask. She was a vision in blue, The velvet gown she wore coming to rest just above her knees. The neck line bared creamy shoulders with a slight sprinkling of freckles, and lay just above the swell of her breasts, the hint of cleavage peeking through the top. Legs were bare and dainty feet were encased in delicate slippers. Glitter covered that skin making her sparkle in the candlelight. A silken mask, the same color as her gown covered the top half of her face. Small opalescent wings fluttered from the back of her ensemble Flame colored hair was bound up into a sapphire clip with most left cascading in a riot of curls down her back. One slender manicured hand reached up and grasped a fiery curl, twirling it between her fingers as she watched her guests . Once these parties had been exciting, but that excitement had long since waned, and she found herself continuing this yearly tradition more for the sake of her friends than from any real enjoyment on her part. The costumes, while still elaborate, held no surprises anymore.
Sighing she dropped her hand, smoothing the bodice of her gown. Green eyes roamed about the room, a smile and nod was given to those who stopped a moment to speak with her. The usual small talk was exchanged as she made sure her guests were enjoying themselves. Hiding well the boredom that ran through her. During one conversation she suddenly had a chill run down her spine.
Turning her head she caught sight of a pair of dark eyes boring into hers. Her body shivered once again. His gaze was like a physical caress, and her skin tingled where his look had touched her. Her brow furrowed underneath her mask. He didn’t resemble anyone she knew, and she was sure she would have remembered those eyes. They were positively sinful, and the things those eyes hinted at made her knees tremble under the layers of her gown. His mask hid most of his face, the black cloth covering all but his eyes and mouth. And what a mouth it was she thought as she finally managed to tear her eyes from his and take a look at the rest of him. Full and sensual, framed by soft dark hair that covered his upper lip and chin, she found herself pondering just how that would feel against her thighs. Would it be as soft as fur, or bristly and tickle her? Either option was intriguing and those thoughts ran through her mind as she took in the rest of him. He was every inch the highway man in his black garb. His shirt billowed around his arms and chest hinting at the steel underneath. His legs were encased in the same, fabric just tight enough to tease, to hint at what lay underneath. Gloves covered the hands that appeared strong and visions ran through her mind of what those hands could do. She felt that tingling spread throughout her entire body now as her eyes moved up to his covered face.
She felt her own face burning as she caught the look in his eye.. His smile telling her that he knew exactly what she had been thinking. She was captured by his gaze once more hypnotized by him as he pulled his hat a little lower on his brow and walked forward across the room, making his way towards her. If anyone had spoken to her she couldn’t hear. Her entire being was in tune to the electricity flowing between them. Her breath caught in her throat as he stopped before her. Somewhere in the back of her mind alarms were going off. This was insane! She had never seen this man before in her life, and couldn’t really say she was seeing him right now with so much of him hidden from view. Was he a friend of one of her guests? A party crasher?
Those thoughts were shoved into the far recesses of her mind as he stood in front of her, his powerful body radiating sex.. Or was it just her overworked mind placing him into that role. She opened her mouth to say something to him, not wanting him to think she was a rude host when he placed a gloved finger to her lips.
“Shhhh” was all that he said before replacing that finger with his palm, cupping the side of her face. Her tongue poked out between full lips, moistening them as she watched him, her green eyes smoldering with desire. She could read the same in his eyes as that palm moved down to her neck, caressing the soft exposed skin. Her mouth felt dry and she swallowed hard feeling a fire ignite in her belly. Still smiling he reached down and grasped her palm tucking it into his elbow. Turning he led her across the room through the people she had known most of her life and yet didn’t care one whit about at the moment. She followed as if in a trance, completely under the spell of this dark stranger.
He led her out of the room into the hallway, and even though the back of her mind was still screaming that this was insane, she followed willingly. Her body aching to feel what his eyes had promised. He stopped briefly and looked at her, eyes questioning. She paused for a moment, if she was to walk away it had to be now. To take one more step with him would mean seeing this through to the very end, whatever that may be.
His hand touched hers and she looked up at him, and then and there it was decided. She felt the electricity blaze a path through her from where his hand touched hers down through her body adding fuel to the fire that was already raging within her. Taking the lead she walked with him to her room. Upon reaching the door she grasped it and turned the knob stepping inside. She reached up to flick the light switch and felt his hand grasp hers. Turning her quickly around he pulled her close. His body melding with hers as he lowered his head and ran his tongue across her lower lip. She felt her knees grow weak and she brought her hands up to his chest gripping the fabric of his shirt to keep herself from dropping into a puddle at his feet.
With his foot he deftly kicked the door shut as his tongue snaked into her mouth tasting her, his arms enfolding her into his embrace. Their tongues warred with each other, twirling and jabbing, retreating only to begin the dance again. His hands began wandering down her back leaving a trail of warmth as he cupped her derriere grinding his hips into hers. Through the fabric of her gown she could feel his growing bulge. She moaned low in her throat and pressed closer to him, the warmth between her legs growing hotter. He ended the kiss and looked down at her, the light from the moon streaming through the window the only illumination in the room. The only sound was the sound of their breathing, No words were spoken between them and it was a silent understanding that the masks would remain in place for this night.
He picked her up in his strong arms and carried her the rest of the way across the room. Laying her down he stretched out beside her and watching her he began running a hand across her velvet covered abdomen and up her chest grazing over her full breasts before moving up farther and massaging the slight swell just above where her dress ended and her skin began. Her breathing deepened as she lay there not moving for now, simply watching his movements. The whole thing felt like a dream and she was afraid that if she dared move she would awaken. She gasped as his fingers dipped beneath her collar, his gloved hand freeing her breast, fingertips lightly running over her hardened nipple. It was then that she moved bringing her hands up and placing them upon his shoulders as he lowered his head and ran his tongue over the path his fingers had just taken. Her back arched into him nails digging into his shoulders.
All conscious thought was gone from her mind at his touch, only feeling was allowed now. Her body reacting instinctively to his ministrations. Her insides were molten lava and she felt herself flowing into him wanting more and more of his magic. If this was a spell she was under then she never ever wanted it to end. His mouth blazed a trail of fire to her other breast taking the entire areola into his mouth and alternately nipping and licking, driving her out of her mind. A low guttural moan escaped her and her hands moved up gripping his head, knocking his hat off onto the floor. She was surprised to find that the cloth covered his entire head keeping her from telling whether his hair was curly, straight, or not there at all. Closing her eyes she delighted in the sensations he was inflicting upon her.
Before she knew what was happening her dress was around her waist, so distracted was she by his wonderful mouth and the goatee that was indeed soft as fur, and still tickled her sensitized skin, that she didn’t notice him pushing her bodice down her abdomen. Her hands began roaming over his still fully clothed shoulders and back, urging him onward.
He obeyed her unspoken plea and moved lower, raking his tongue over her heated flesh, going ever lower pushing the cloth of her gown ahead of him. The combination of his hot wet mouth and the cool night air made her whimper the contrast overwhelming her already heightened senses. He lifted her hips and pushed the gown down her thighs, not stopping until it was a mere puddle at the foot of the bed. She felt the goose bumps rise upon her skin as it came into contact with the air. And then it was more than the air causing goose bumps as her mystery lover worked his way back up her inner leg, pausing at her knees before slowly working his way up her thigh growing closer and closer to her churning mound. The only thing keeping him from her womanly folds was her lacy panties, He looked up at her and smiled once more as he blew his hot breath on the sopping wet fabric.
Her eyes popped open and a small cry escaped her lips. Her hips moved frantically trying to press herself closer to his mouth, but he took his time, blowing through the fabric and nuzzling her wetness with his nose. She was going out of her mind with desire, yearning for his touch on her skin, her hands gripping the sheets beside her, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow. Her entire being was concentrated on her highwayman’s breath, her moaning was constant her back arching unable to stay still under the constant attack. From far off she heard a small tearing sound but didn’t care as a moment later she felt his mouth greedily sucking upon her core.
Her body stiffened and the juices flowed from her drenching his chin and he lapped at her, swirling his tongue around her clit the diving deep inside her, scooping out the sweet nectar. His hands gripped her hips holding tight as he wrapped his mouth around her clit an started sucking hard. Her cry echoed through the darkened room. And if her guests heard her she didn’t care, for that matter she had completely forgotten they existed as her lover drove her over the edge into the swirling mists of her orgasm. Stars exploded behind her eyes and her body shook violently with the force of it. Still he held on sucking every last drop from her, taking all she had to give and drawing more from her when she thought she had none left.
The world righted itself again eventually and she lay there panting his tongue gently caressing now, easing her back down. Oh so gently he licked and nipped and it wasn’t long before she felt the pressure building once more. Her hips grinding into his face as she strove for yet another mind blowing orgasm.
She felt the cool air on her as he removed his mouth from her sweet folds and she sat up quickly whimpering at the loss. “Shhhhh” he said once again and he quickly divested himself of his clothing and stood before her in all his naked glory. Her eyes roamed over him and he stood there a moment letting her feast upon his form. His cock was erect and looked hard enough to break glass as he stood there and she was eager to taste that powerful muscle.
Her arms reached out to him, and quickly he joined her. Pressing her back onto the bed, he wasted no time in covering her quivering form with his own. He kissed deep and hard and she could taste herself on him, the very idea making her head swim. She felt the head of his erection at her opening and her legs spread even wider eager to have him deep inside. Ever the gentleman he obliged and in one thrust he was buried as far as he could go. Instantly her muscles clamped down upon him, squeezing and drawing him in, urging him on.
Then it was as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Hands and mouths exploring every place they could reach. Their joining was furious, He pounded into to her and her hips rose to meet each and every thrust, the walls of her molten core squeezing with each thrust turning into a velvet lined conveyor belt drawing him ever deeper. Their moans were animalistic in sound. She felt completely filled with him, his cocking driving her higher and higher as he thrust into her. Their bodies covered in sweat, her face buried in his neck, nails raking down his back, leaving their mark as she felt herself falling once more. Her mystery man thrust into her one final time and with a long guttural moan he bathed her insides with his cum setting off her own orgasm.
They rode the storm together, lightning crackling between them as the thunder rolled. And when it was over they lay in each other’s arms breathing heavily the occasional rumble coming in waves through their bodies. Moving off of her he gathered her into his embrace and it wasn’t long before both of them were sleeping soundly, exhausted by their exertions.
She awoke alone to the sun shining brilliantly through her window. She lay there a moment wondering if it had all been only a glorious dream. Rolling over her eyes lit upon a silken black mask laying on the pillow beside her, a slip of white paper peeking from its edge. Reaching over she grasped the slip and blinking until her eyes focused, she gazed upon the writing on the page.
“Until next time my fairy queen” She smiled and grasped the mask, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply the scent of him that still lingered there. Perhaps she would have another masquerade soon… and she would be on the lookout for the highwayman with the dark eyes.
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