Under the Sign of Surprise

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I quietly close the door behind me. The house is calm, bathed in soft, warm light. A gentle melody drifts from the living room. I step in on tiptoe and through the cracked door, I see her.

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Annabelle, lying across the sofa, her body draped in delicate lace that clings to her curves. Her hand slowly glides between her thighs, and her face, already lost in pleasure, strikes me like lightning.

My breath quickens as I silently unbuckle my belt. Annabelle opens her eyes and catches me watching. A mischievous smile curls on her lips. She doesn’t stop. On the contrary, she intensifies her touch and invites me with her gaze. I don’t need to be asked twice.

With feline steps, I walk over and lift her into my arms. She lets out a soft laugh as I carry her to our bedroom. I lay her on the mattress and take a moment to admire her, savoring the anticipation in her eyes. Then, slowly, I slide between her thighs and replace her hand with my eager mouth.

Her back arches under the assault of my tongue, and her moans drive me wild. Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my movements. I want to see her surrender. I want to feel her tremble beneath my lips.

She reaches her first peak with a muffled cry, her body shivering against the sheets. But this is only the beginning.

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She doesn’t let me stay in control for long. With a few swift motions, she strips me of my clothes and pushes me onto my back. Her gaze glows with playful fire as she moves down my body, her lips and tongue driving me mad.

Her mouth is ecstasy, an exquisite torment. I hold my breath, savoring every wet stroke, every slow, lingering suction.
But I want more. I need more.

I flip her onto her stomach and pull her to the edge of the bed. Her legs tremble as I take her in my mouth again, exploring every inch of her. Her moans deepen, turning into breathless pleas.

She begs, and I finally give in.

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Soon, we find ourselves on the dining table, the cold wood a sharp contrast to the heat of our tangled bodies.
Every motion, every moan echoes through the room.

It’s raw, intense, unstoppable. But I have a surprise for her. I guide her back to the bedroom and help her lie down. With a gentle touch, I blindfold her. She shivers, biting her lip. "Trust me," I whisper in her ear. Then I reach for the toy I bought for her. The first contact makes her arch with a cry. Her pleasure builds in uncontrollable waves, and when she finally explodes, her scream becomes a melody that echoes deep in my chest.

I wait until her breath steadies before entering her, giving her everything I’d been holding back.

Our bodies come together one last time, until I lose myself in her, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it all. Out of breath, we stay tangled in each other, our breathing slowly syncing in the dark. Annabelle gently removes the blindfold and smiles at me, fulfilled.

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"You should surprise me more often..."