Christina's Adventures Part 9 (Dessert for Amin)

The gel slid down my skin, leaving shiny trails behind, while the hot water washed away the remnants of semen, makeup, and sweat, turning them into foam at my feet. My pussy was still pulsing, a reminder of the brutal pleasure just experienced, and my lips tingled slightly—whether from his insistent kisses or from the long time spent wrapped around his cock, I was preparing for the second round, hoping Amin would have less stamina. After rinsing off the last of the makeup and pulling my hair up, I secured it with a claw clip, leaving two curls framing my face.

Returning, I felt the room enveloped in soft light, the air filled with the scent of essential oils from the jacuzzi. Amin, in a dark terry cloth robe unbuttoned at the chest, was slowly stirring the water with long fingers, adding a handful of sea salt. His gaze slid over me—I lay on the black sheets, arched like a panther after the hunt.

My breasts hung with a slight sway, nipples still swollen from recent caresses, and my shiny legs seemed endlessly long in this light. One elbow supported my head, the other hand **lazily traced my stomach, just below the navel, a hint…

I slowly rolled onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows to arch my back and deliberately present my rounded buttocks. In the dark reflection of the window, the green gemstone Amin had left for dessert shimmered.

Biting my lower lip, I kept my eyes on him while the muscles inside rhythmically clenched the plug, causing it to shift slightly with each playful squeeze. My palm slid to my breast, squeezing it so the nipple pressed into the center of my palm, hard and swollen, as if begging for a rougher touch.

Amin approached and stood opposite the bed; I lowered my legs to the floor and spread them. My pussy parted its tormented lips; slipping a finger between them, I looked up at him from below.

Me: — All ready? (I asked innocently)

Amin abruptly scooped me up; my legs wrapped around his waist, and my fingers dug into his thick hair, tangling the damp strands in passionate disarray. Our lips merged in a searing kiss; my tongue insistently entered his mouth, entwining with his, stealing every one of his moans.

He broke away from my lips; we were already standing by the jacuzzi.

Me: — Oh, hehe, I didn't even notice!

Amin: — You're as light as a feather!

Amin relaxed his arms, and I stood on the floor, turning my back to him as I bent over to touch the water. My hips parted, and I felt his finger slide over the green stone.

Me: — It's so hot!

Amin: — Your body will adjust quickly!

Me: — You go first!

Amin shed his robe, revealing his hairy body and his hanging cock, its head hidden. He slowly sank into the water and gestured to my spot opposite him.

I gradually began to lower myself into the water; my skin started to burn from the heat. Sitting down, the plug tapped against the bottom of the tub. Amin smiled and handed me a glass of cold champagne. The jacuzzi pleasantly bubbled; it felt so good and pleasant, my muscles relaxed, and I closed my eyes.

Me: — Thank you for this evening!

Amin: — The night is still ahead…

Me: — I'll thank you for it in the morning.

We lay there enjoying the moment, chatting about life. At one point, the silence and leisurely conversation stopped satisfying me. Placing my glass with a light clink on the marble edge of the jacuzzi, I shifted into motion; water streamed over my skin, mixing with foam, as I slowly crawled toward him on all fours, like a panther. My breasts were centimeters from his lips, nipples swollen from the contrast of the hot water and cool air.

Amin didn't resist; his lips enveloped my nipple, his tongue sliding over it in lazy circles, while his hands crept down my back, raising goosebumps, until they stopped on my hips, firmly spreading them.

Me: — Mmm… (I took his glass and took a sip)

Enjoying the champagne and the way his fingers played with the stem of the plug—pulling it out a couple of millimeters, then screwing it back in—while his other hand spread my lips apart, exposing the pink interior that was already twitching with anticipation.

My nails slowly slid down his neck, leaving scarlet trails on the damp skin, and dug into his chest as I pinched his nipple between my fingers. Twisting and tweaking it, I watched his breathing falter and his cock stiffen even more, pressing against my stomach.

He flipped me over, pressing my back against him and seating me on his lap. His cock lay along my back. I leaned my shoulder blades against his chest and began squeezing his legs, giving him a massage.

His hands slid to my breasts, slowly massaging them. His lips touched my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I threw an arm back and began stroking his head; his hand slid to my pussy, a moan escaped me, and my body arched slightly.

Amin flipped me over, pressing my back against his chest, and sat me between his legs. His hot, not-yet-fully-cooled cock lay along my back, pulsing in time with his breathing. I leaned my shoulder blades against his torso, feeling his heart beat beneath my skin, and my hands slid down, beginning a slow but confident massage of his thighs; my fingers dug into the tense muscles, working out everything that had been strained that evening.

His hands leisurely cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples, making them swell even more. His lips touched my neck—a light kiss, then a bite, then a wet trail from his tongue—goosebumps ran down my spine.

Me: — Ahh… (A moan escaped)

His fingers slid between my legs, parting my lips, finding my clit, and beginning slow but precise circles. My body arched on its own, my hips lifting, seeking more contact.

My arm reached back, fingers weaving into his hair, giving a slight tug; he responded by increasing pressure on my clit, making me shudder and squeeze his legs between mine.

Amin: — The water's getting cold…

Me: — But I'm not…

I slipped sharply from his embrace, like a mermaid escaping into the depths, and braced my hands on the edge of the jacuzzi. Slowly, as if in slow motion, I began to rise from the water—first the curve of my back appeared, then my wet, shiny buttocks, which sparkled under the lamp light like polished marble.

Pausing for a moment on the edge, I gave a light shake of my hips, as if shedding not only water but also his last attempts to hold me back. Drops ran down my skin, disappearing under the robe I draped over my shoulders without wrapping it.

Amin: — You… That's not fair…

I ran my palm over my still-damp thigh, leaving a shiny trail, and beckoned him with a finger. My robe didn't hide my glistening wet breasts or the sexy wet trail on my stomach.

Amin rose sharply; water cascaded from his body, droplets catching in the thick hair on his chest before rolling down—over his tense stomach, along the dark line of hair leading to his thick, still-aroused cock, from which drops fell directly onto the tiles.

I approached him, and my palm softly enveloped his cock, feeling it pulse in time with his quickened breath. I slowly led him to the bed; each step made him tense even more. Shedding the robe, I ran my palm along the entire length of his hot shaft, enjoying the roughness of his skin and the firmness beneath.

Me: — Dessert has been waiting for you… (I whispered)

Turning my back and leaning my hands on the edge of the bed. My back arched, offering him my wet, aroused pussy, which gently rubbed against his tense cock, smearing my own lubrication over it.

Amin: — You… are unbearable… (he said, barely holding back moans)

The head slid between my lips but didn't enter, merely teasing us both.

Amin shoved me onto the bed, and I buried my face in the sheets, feeling his palm slap my ass, leaving a burning mark. He sat beside me, his fingers sliding to the green gemstone, squeezing it, pulling the plug out slowly, agonizingly, making the ring stretch and ache from the unfamiliar pressure.

Me: — Mmm… Amin, don't be shy… Your dessert is waiting.

I lifted my hips, seductively swaying my ass, feeling the cool air touch the opening entrance.

He smirked, pulling the plug all the way out and slapping it against my trembling skin.

My hips still trembled, and the open entrance twitched from the sudden emptiness as Amin walked to the nightstand, examining the bottles. His back, dotted with droplets from the jacuzzi, tensed as he took a tube in each hand and turned.

Amin: — Which lube should we use to stretch you? Warming or cooling?

Me: — Warming… (I smiled, biting my lip)

A moan escaped my lips as his fingers, generously coated with warming lube, lazily circled the open entrance, smearing the sticky liquid over my trembling skin. A burning warmth immediately spread through my nerves, making my ass reflexively clench, but he immediately pressed the plug to the very center and with a slight push screwed it back in, deeper than before.

A hot wave spread through all my nerve endings, as if a tiny star had exploded inside me. The lube burned like chili pepper, turning every millimeter into an epicenter of fiery pleasure. The plug, rotating, passed its thickest part, stretching the sensitive ring to a quiver, then screwed back in—my muscles trembled helplessly, having lost the ability to resist.

The plug slipped out with a loud, wet squelch, leaving behind an open, pulsing little ring that quivered helplessly in the cool air. But there was no respite—his fingers immediately plunged inside, two thick knuckles, mercilessly stretching the muscles that hadn't yet recovered.

Me: — A-a-ah!…

My moan turned into a high-pitched squeal as his fingers began a frantic rhythm, going in and out with such speed that the air whistled between the parted lips. My ass squelched dully, juices smeared over my thighs, and my stomach convulsively clenched, unable to digest this savage pace.

Amin leaned down, his teeth sinking into my shoulder blade while his fingers hooked and found that very spot, and the world exploded in white light.

Lube poured from my ass, which Amin kept adding generously; the ring swelled and pulsed from his fingers; I begged him to stop, but he didn't hear me.

Thick lube streamed from my ass, mixing with sweat droplets on the sheets. The ring swelled, reddened, and pulsed in time with his furious thrusts, but Amin just added more, wetting his fingers and driving them deeper, rougher, as if pounding something stubborn inside.

Me: — P-please… Stop… a-a-ah!.. (My voice broke into a squeal)

Suddenly flipping me onto my back and driving three fingers in, making my mouth open in a soundless scream.

His fingers finally slowed their furious rhythm, swapping roughness for agonizing tenderness. Every movement was now deliberate, slow, as if he were studying every fold, every tremor of my body. I breathed like after a marathon—mouth half-open, lips dry, chest heaving rapidly, and my stomach still twitching from the experience.

When he finally withdrew his fingers, my ass helplessly snapped shut, but not for long; Amin slapped his wet fingers against my pussy, smearing the mixture of lube and my juices, turning everything into a sticky, shiny mess.

He spread my buttocks with his hands, assessing his work—the stretched, pulsing entrance, red from strain, but perfectly open.

I placed a pillow under my hips, lifting my pelvis to make it more convenient—for him and for me. Lying on my back with my legs spread wide, I felt my heart pounding somewhere in my throat. Amin knelt between my legs, his cock, huge and tense, towering right over my stretched but still pulsing ass.

Me: — Amin, just start gently, I'm scared… (I said in a trembling voice)

Amin: — Don't be afraid… I'll be gentle with her. (He said softly)

Me: — Aaaaa… Aaai… Stooop.

Amin: — Don't be afraid!

Me: — Why is it so big? (I whimpered)

Amin: — Relax.

His voice trembled with tension as he held himself still.

But my body wouldn't listen; my ass clenched him even tighter, everything inside froze in a spasm, as if refusing to take him further.

Then he leaned down, his lips touched my tears, and his hand slid down, finding my clit, using circular motions to make me relax through pleasure.

A wave of warmth spread through my body, softening the pain. Fear dissolved, my muscles finally yielded, and his cock sank deeper, pressing against that very inner ring. His fingers sped up on my clit, squeezing new drops of juice from my pussy, and my hands unconsciously spread my buttocks wider, helping him enter.

And then a sharp thrust…

Me: — Aaaaa… Amin!…. (I screamed)

My cry dissolved into his kiss—dominant, deep, leaving no choice. His cock began slow but relentless thrusts, stretching the still-sensitive ring after the pain, and his fingers slid into my pussy, vibrating right where needed, making me clench around his cock with a moan.

Amin: — You… are so tight..

His breathing faltered as my ass reflexively clenched him on the way out, as if unwilling to let go.

I couldn't answer, just threw my legs over his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper, while the fingers inside my pussy sped up, teasing that very spot that made my vision blur.

Taking my legs under the knees, Amin began impaling me on his cock, which was drilling my ass and burning from the lube, scorching me inside.

He would pull his cock from the hole, which had time to release air and lube, run it over my pussy between the lips, and then shove it back into the open hole. My moans and cries were from pleasure; the pain was gone now, and each time he entered and exited, I would grip and squeeze his cock with my ass.

Amin took my legs under the knees, lifting my hips, and began methodically impaling me on his cock, which seemed to burn through my ass; the lube blazed, spreading a searing heat through all my nerve endings.

Each time he pulled out to the head, air mixed with drops of lube escaped from the open hole with a squelching sound, and his shaft, shiny and sticky, would run over my pussy, smearing everything over the lips before plunging back in to the hilt.

Me: — A-a-ah… Ye-es…

My cries were now pure pleasure, without a trace of pain; my ass had learned to work with him, clenching on the way out to feel every ridge of his cock, and opening on the way in, like a flower, greedily sucking him back.

Amin: — Thaaat's it… Ye-es… Taking it like you were made for it! (He growled through clenched teeth)

His hands dug into my legs, leaving marks as the pace became harder, more merciless.

Our bodies met in a frantic rhythm;