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Spanish Summer Seduction - part 2
You’re sitting on the couch next to Declan, the bottle of wine now half empty. The room is filled with a comfortable silence as you both enjoy the last rays of sunlight filtering through the window.
Declan picks up your refilled glass of wine and says, “In Spain, they give you the death sentence for turning down a glass of wine.” You laugh, the tension in the room easing slightly.
Feeling bold and a little tipsy, you decide to play into Declan’s kink by subtly teasing him. As the conversation turns more explicit, you say, “Men do tend to be particularly into my tits.”
Declan’s eyes darken, his gaze dropping to your chest. Intrigued and aroused by Declan’s confession, you decide to tease him by subtly showing off your body as you move around the room. You stand up to refill your wine glass, deliberately bending over to give him a better view of your cleavage.
Declan clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine, trying to maintain his composure. But you can see the desire burning in his eyes as he watches you move. You feel empowered by his reaction, enjoying the control you have over him.
As you sit back down next to Declan, you casually cross your legs, allowing the hem of your dress to ride up even higher. His breath hitches, and he shifts in his seat, clearly struggling to keep his hands to himself.
The sexual tension reaches its peak when you lean in close to Declan, your lips barely brushing against his ear as you whisper, “I think I’m going to need some help with this wine.”
Without hesitation, Declan wraps his hand around the stem of your glass and brings it to his lips. As he takes a sip, his eyes never leave yours, the heat in them almost palpable.
In that moment, you know there’s no turning back. You initiate a passionate kiss, surprising both of you. Declan’s hands find your thighs, his fingers tracing the bare skin under your dress. You gasp, pulling away slightly, only for Declan to pull you closer, his hands sliding up your thighs, raising your dress to reveal you have no underwear on.
You, breathless, whisper, “Oops, guess I wasn’t expecting company.” Declan, his eyes dark with desire, murmurs, “I want to taste you.”
As you and Declan stand there, panting and flushed with desire, he whispers, ‘I want to taste you.’ You can’t help but smile, feeling a thrill course through your body at his words. ‘I do owe you for saving me from that fire, don’t I?’ you tease, leaning in closer to him. Declan’s eyes darken with lust as he nods, his gaze never leaving yours.
You lead him over to the couch in the living room, your hearts racing in anticipation of what’s to come. As you sit down, Declan kneels in front of you, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the zipper on your Zentai suit. Slowly, carefully, he unzips it, revealing your bare skin beneath. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his eyes on you, drinking in the sight of your exposed body. God, he’s so hot, you think to yourself, a shiver running down your spine.
Declan leans in, his lips brushing against your neck as he kisses and nibbles his way down to your breasts. You moan softly, arching your back to give him better access. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing the suit further open as he explores your body with his mouth.
‘You taste so good,’ Declan murmurs between kisses, his fingers skimming over your sensitive skin. You can feel the heat emanating from him, his desire for you palpable in every touch.
Suddenly, a new idea occurs to you. Smiling mischievously, you stand up and turn around, facing away from Declan. Slowly, you begin to rub your body against his, the tight Zentai material creating a sensation of pressure and anonymity that heightens your arousal.
‘You look so sexy in that suit,’ you whisper over your shoulder, running your hands down his chest. ‘I can’t help but want to touch you.’
Declan groans in response, his hands gripping your hips as he presses himself against you. The anonymity of the Zentai suits adds a thrilling edge to the moment, making it feel like anything could happen.
Turning back around to face him, you pull Declan into a passionate kiss, your lips crashing together as if they’ve been waiting for this moment all along. His hands slide up your back, fumbling with the zipper on your suit as he tries to get it off.
‘Your body looks incredible in that Zentai suit,’ Declan says between kisses, his mouth trailing down your neck. ‘I can’t wait to see all of you.’
Finally, the suits are off, and you’re both standing there, completely naked and exposed to one another. There’s a moment of hesitation, as if neither of you is quite sure what to do next. But then, Declan takes your hand and leads you back to the couch, where he gently lays you down.
Kneeling between your legs, he looks up at you with hungry eyes. ‘I’ve been wanting this since the moment I saw you,’ he says, his voice barely above a whisper. And then, without another word, he leans in and begins to taste every inch of your body.