Marbles (studxstud)

Chap 12: Cheaters never win;

She went to lift my shirt up but I grabbed her hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked turning to face her.

"Just wanted to give a better massage, only that and nothing else. Give me a try." She whispered into my ears. I turned back around and allowed her to lift my shirt off.

"Why do you have a gun?" Shit! I had completely forgotten about that.

"Protection." I answered. She took the gun from its place in my waistband and placed it on her nightstand. I thought she'd be acting different but shawty was surprisingly calm about the whole situation. What if I was some pyscho killer that wanted to kill her or some shit?

"I sense that you have a lot of mental distress, you are conflicted about your current relationship. You have a past that you don't want to be apart of anymore but it still plays a significant role in your life." She was massaging my shoulders while whispering these words to me.

What the fuck is she? Some witch or some shit? I'm not sure but it was a turn on.

"How you know?" I asked.

"As I said, I sense it. Take off your jeans, sports bra and lay flat on your back." She ordered.

I did as I was told and was glad that I chose my Calvin Kleins today. One up!

I watched her walk over to a shrine looking set up in the other corner of her room. She came back with a wooden bowl mixing something with her fingers. She placed the bowl beside me on her bed and started to light other candles around the room. She lit red, blue and, purple candles all while whispering words. Honestly all I came for was to check her computer out.

She came on top of me and started humming while massaging my back. This felt good.

"I will be drawing three different sigils on your back. This one," she started drawing, "is for positivity and protection."

"This one, peace of mind."

"This one, means I am free from anxiety and depression."

"Turn over," She said.

I turned over without question, not even minding that my breasts were out. What is she doing to me and why was I allowing this?

"The red candles that I lit are for lust and courage." She said while getting off of me walking to her dresser. She came back with a strap in her hand and slowly strapped the harness onto my waist. My mind was running at a million and one miles asking myself if I really wanted to do this but my body was all in.

She slowly started stripping and took up the red candle and tipped the hot wax onto my stomach. I hissed out in pain because I wasn't expecting that kinky shit. She was humming while she walked back to place the candle on the stand and came back with dots of colored paint on her wrist. She came on top of me sitting on the strap. I could hear her small moans while she eased herself onto it.

"These colors represent tranquility , peace, wisdom and, strength." She said slowly riding the strap. I held onto her waist guiding her. She took my hands and placed them to my sides while kissing my forehead.

She tipped her finger into the red paint and placed a dot on my forehead.

"I have strength." She said.

"I have tranquility," She said placing a dot on my chest.

"I have wisdom," She said placing another dot.

Throughout her words she was moaning and riding, she seemed to have a lot of practice. I'm not judging though. She mixed the paint she had left , rubbing them into her hands and wiping them all over body. She was running her hands up to her neck, on her breasts and onto my chest. I was going crazy, I needed to fuck her. She leaned over my chest looking into my eyes while holding onto my face. I grabbed onto her waist and started carrying my waist up to meet hers. I started fucking her at a good pace, grinding and whining my hips. She started to moan louder, she came down to kiss me and her lips tasted like fruit. I lifted my back off the bed a little so that I could get a better position to fuck her. I flipped us over so that I was now on top. I turned her around so that her back was facing my front, we sat with our legs folded and she was bouncing up and down on me. I grabbed onto her breasts squeezing them and using the position to help guide her. My boxers had ridden up so the room was filled with the sound of our skin slapping together. I used my hand to massage her clit while she was bouncing up and down. I let out a small moan feeling that the harness was rubbing against my clit through my boxers.