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A Spicy Encounter - part 2
You arrive at the wedding venue, dressed to impress. Your sleek black dress hugs your curves in all the right places, and your spiky hair is styled to perfection. You make your way through the crowd, searching for Finley.
As you spot him across the room, talking with a group of friends, you feel a wave of anticipation wash over you. He looks just as handsome as he did on the plane, if not more so in his tailored suit and crisp white shirt.
You approach him, your heart racing in your chest. ‘Hey,’ you say, tapping him on the shoulder.
Finley turns around, a smile spreading across his face when he sees you. ‘Wow, YN,’ he says, taking in your appearance. ‘You look stunning.’
‘Thanks,’ you reply, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. ‘You don’t look too bad yourself.’
Finley chuckles and takes your hand, leading you away from his friends. ‘I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again,’ he admits as he guides you towards the dance floor.
As the music starts, Finley pulls you close, your bodies pressed together in a sensual embrace. You can feel the heat radiating off him, and his strong arms wrapped around your waist make you feel safe and desired.
‘I’ve been thinking about our little encounter at the airport,’ Finley whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. ‘I have to admit, I liked it.’
You smile mischievously and lean in closer, letting your lips brush against his earlobe. ‘I’m glad,’ you murmur. ‘Because I plan on doing it again.’
Finley’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t resist as you pull him even closer, grinding your hips against his. The feel of his hardness pressing against your thigh sends a jolt of electricity through your body, and you can’t help but moan softly.
As the song comes to an end, Finley leads you off the dance floor and towards a secluded corner of the room. He pushes you up against the wall, his hands roaming over your body as he kisses you passionately.
You can feel your kink bubbling up inside you, demanding to be satisfied. Pulling away from Finley, you look him in the eye and say, ‘I want to spit on you again.’
Finley’s eyes darken with desire, and he nods his consent. You lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, ‘Get down on your knees.’
Without hesitation, Finley drops to his knees in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. You reach up and run your fingers through your short, spiky hair, gathering a generous amount of saliva in your mouth.
Taking aim, you spit directly into Finley’s waiting mouth, watching as he closes his eyes and savors the taste of you. A wave of satisfaction washes over you as you see how much he enjoys your kink, and you can’t help but feel a sense of power and control.
Finley opens his eyes and looks up at you, his gaze filled with lust and admiration. ‘I want more,’ he says, his voice low and husky.
You smile and lean down, running your tongue along his jawline before stopping at his earlobe. ‘Then let’s find a more private place,’ you whisper, taking his hand and leading him towards the exit.
The night stretches out before you, filled with possibilities and the promise of fulfilling your deepest desires.
The elevator doors slide open, and you step into the luxurious hotel room with Finley by your side. The dimmed lights cast a warm glow over the plush furnishings, while soft music fills the air. A large, comfortable bed dominates the center of the room, its crisp white sheets beckoning to you both.
Finley closes the door behind him and locks it with a click. The sound is like a trigger, igniting the spark between you. Without saying a word, he turns to face you, his eyes filled with desire.
You take a step closer, your heart racing in anticipation. ‘I want to undress you,’ you say, your voice low and sultry. Finley’s response is a silent nod, his eyes never leaving yours.
Slowly, deliberately, you begin to unbutton his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest beneath. As each button slips free, you trail your fingers over his skin, feeling him tremble in response. Finley’s breathing grows heavier as you expose more and more of his body.
When his shirt is fully open, you pause to admire the view. ‘You’re so handsome,’ you whisper, leaning in to kiss his neck. Finley moans softly, his hands finding their way to your hips.
Taking a step back, you spit on his chest, watching with satisfaction as the saliva trickles down his skin. ‘I love the way you react to my spit,’ you say, smiling wickedly. Finley’s eyes darken with lust.
Moving closer again, you press your body against his, feeling his hardness through his pants. Your hands roam over his back, exploring every inch of his toned physique. Finley’s breath hitches as your fingers dance along his spine.
You pull away just long enough to slip off your own dress, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath. Finley’s eyes widen at the sight, and he reaches out to trace the delicate fabric with his fingertips.
‘I want to taste your spit too,’ he says, his voice rough with desire. You nod, eager to explore this new aspect of your kink together. ‘But first…’
Finley takes your hand and leads you over to the bed. He sits down on the edge, pulling you close so that you’re standing between his legs. His hands slide up your thighs, pausing at the edge of your lingerie.
‘I want you,’ he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. ‘I want to feel you around me.’
With a slow, deliberate movement, Finley pushes your panties aside and enters you in one smooth thrust. You gasp at the sensation, feeling him fill you completely. He begins to move, his hips rocking against yours with growing urgency.
As he thrusts, you lean forward and spit on his neck, enjoying the way his body tenses in response. ‘I want to mark you as mine,’ you whisper in his ear. Finley’s only reply is a low groan of pleasure.
Suddenly, Finley pulls out of you and stands up, turning you around so that your back is to him. He blindfolds you with a silk scarf, plunging you into darkness. The loss of sight heightens your other senses, making every touch, every sound more intense.
Finley’s hands explore your body, caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples before moving lower to slip off your panties. He spits on your skin, his saliva dripping down your back and thighs. The sensation is electric, sending shivers through your entire body.
‘I can’t believe how much I love it when you spit on me,’ Finley says, his voice husky with desire. You smile beneath the blindfold, replying with a smirk, ‘This is just the beginning.’
Finley chuckles, the sound sending a thrill through you. He continues to touch and tease you, his hands roaming over your body as he spits on your skin. The combination of sensations is exquisite torture, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
Just when you think you can’t take any more, Finley removes the blindfold and leads you back to the bed. He lays you down gently, kissing his way up your thighs before settling between your legs. His tongue explores every inch of your folds, making you moan with pleasure.
As he pleasures you, Finley spits on your skin, mixing his saliva with yours. The eroticism of the moment is overwhelming, and you find yourself on the brink of orgasm. With one final thrust of his tongue, you cry out in ecstasy, your body shuddering with release.
Finley crawls up the bed to lie beside you, wrapping his arms around you protectively. ‘That was… amazing,’ he whispers, his breath still ragged from exertion. You smile and nod, too spent to speak.
After a few minutes of recovery, Finley gets out of bed and walks over to the phone on the nightstand. He orders room service, asking for a variety of dishes to share. ‘I’m starving,’ he says with a grin as he hangs up the phone.
You laugh, sitting up in bed and reaching for the silk robe hanging on the back of a chair. ‘Me too,’ you admit, slipping it on and tying the belt securely. ‘But I think I need a break from all this… spitting.’ Finley chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
As you wait for the food to arrive, you and Finley engage in flirtatious banter, teasing each other about your shared kink. The tension between you is palpable, and you know that this is only the beginning of your exploration together.
When the room service arrives, you both dig in, enjoying the delicious food as well as each other’s company. The evening stretches out before you, filled with possibilities and the promise of fulfilling your deepest desires.
And as you look into Finley’s eyes across the table, you know that there will be many more nights like this to come.