Klaus and Sera 2

“Sera, you are so naughty," Klaus complained in good humour as he made himself comfortable beside me.

He had already removed his suit jacket and made himself comfortable.

I had not even remembered asking him why he was in my house or why he hadn't bothered knocking. I was horny and I needed to get it off.

“Can I kiss you?" He asked as he trailed his fingers up one of my thighs.

“Do we know each other well enough to exchange saliva?" I teased him and he chuckled.

“Oh, so I am supposed to touch your pussy but not your lips? Hypocrite!" He said and then slowly, as if waiting to see any resistance on my face, he bent and took my lips in his.

Klaus.

Klaus and I have known each other for the five years Tony and I have dated. You see, they were best buddies.

I remember this one time Klaus joked with me that he regrets that Tony saw me before him.

At that time, I took it as a joke but after that, even the way he looked at me changed.

Klaus has never tried to get under my skirts when I was still with Tony but after Tony left, he has been there for me.

I have to say that I have come this far because Klaus has been there to support me whenever I needed it.

He made me realise that Tony leaving had nothing to do with me.

I am not even surprised that he is here in my house because of late, he has been dropping by often to check on me and sometimes bring me dinner.

He knows that on the days that I am very busy at the flower shop, I forget to eat. This happens mostly on weekends when, I think, lovers are going for dates and men want to impress ladies.

Men because most of my orders are from make clients.

Klaus kisses me in a way that makes me understand the difference between football and soccer. The way he holds and angles my head with his big palm screams ‘possessive’.

I don't mind though. He can possess me all he wants tonight. I want a man so bad. Since Tony left, I have tried a few but no one can give me the rough satisfaction I want.

I love it when I am being dominated. When one is humiliating me in all ways they can think. That makes me cum harder than thunder.

All these men want to take it slow and romantic but that's not just me. I want to be dominated by a strong man.

Tony kisses my lips and then takes my tongue and he bites it but instead of pain, as anyone would expect, I feel my clit tremble in anticipation and I moan involuntarily.

I am at his mercy and I hope that he will be as rough with me as he is with my tongue.

“Klaus, you are taking too long," I say when he leaves my mouth for my neck.

He doesn't say anything and rises.

All this while, he had been sitting on the bed with all his clothes on and he removes his shoes and comes up the bed.

He then rolls me to lie on my back with my stomach up and he takes one leg with his hands.

He kisses and bites the leg up to the knee and I am sure that it will leave hickeys but it is okay. I will wear long pants.

He then does the same to the other leg and then he bends and starts doing the same to my inner thighs.

I am on fire and all his bites and rough kisses do is make me hornier than I want to be. I want to be touched and since he is taking too long, I take the liberty of pleasing myself.

I stretch my hand with the intention of rubbing my clit but he holds my hand to prevent me from doing so.

As punishment, he bites my stomach and I flinch with want.

But I guess he can see how far gone I am as he bends and takes my clit in his mouth and the first pull of his teeth on the already swollen thing has me rising with him in want.

A moan escapes my lips and he does it again and again and those kisses… but I want more.

I don't want him to label me as a whore because he doesn't know my sexual kinkies and so, I decide to settle with what he is ready to give me.

Klaus raises both my thighs and bends and uses his tongue and lips and teeth to kiss, suck, bite and fuck.

I am doing everything I can to stop myself from screaming. He isn't rough per se but he isn't soft either.

Oh, yeah. I want to scream but I don't want Klaus to change how he looks at me. But he is so damn good.

When I thought that I would be undone because I can feel the tell tale heat of an oncoming orgasm, he makes it even more wild when he suddenly slaps one of my arse cheeks and I all but lose it.

I feel the familiar hear run from my toes and hair as they rich towards the part he is pleasing and I explode. This time, I can't help it but scream.

I hold his head in place with my legs because I want him to suck it off until I am done.

But I was wrong if I thought that he was done. After that explosive orgasm, Klaus turns me on my stomach and pulls my backside up and my arse is out there for him.

I am not ashamed because if what I have been told is true, I have a beautiful arse.

He slaps it and I feel the tingly effect as my vaginal muscles contract with want and my clit dances with anticipation yet again.

I thought that I would be satiated by that explosive orgasm but not. My mind is anticipating even more.

I feel Klaus start kneading my two cheeks and then he takes a bite and I cry out as I try to get away from him but he holds my waist in position.

He then slaps one again as he kneads the other and I want more.

Am I sex maniac? Maybe. Maybe not. But do I care? Hell no!

I moan to tell him that I like what he is doing to me and I feel him separate those tow cheeks exposing the pinkish rose bud and he takes a taste by swiping his tongue along the crack and OMG! It's so sensual.

I am glad that I had taken a thorough shower as I was used to doing when I was with Tony because we could get it down any time.

Habits die hard I guess.