Soul Stirring Encounter

Chapter Four: Burning Desire

AS they were both in the man's car, Aya couldn't help but stare at his bulge, which seemed to be struggling to stay confined in his pants. She realized she was gently stroking the outside of his pants.

"s**t!" He cursed under his breath. "Miss, stop that! We might have an accident—"

"Accident or someone might get mad at you if—"

"Someone will get mad."

"Girlfriend?" She gulped. "Are you committed to someone?"

"No girlfriend."

"So, who's going to get mad?"

“Do I really need to answer that?” he whispered.

"That's really huge, huh!" she said, stroking the fabric of his pants again, as if her touch made the object inside even more insistent.

“f**k! If you can’t stop doing that…”

“What? You know, you can’t—” She didn't get to finish her sentence before he suddenly pulled over and stopped the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned towards her face.

“Do you really want to play now, huh?” He said, quickly grabbing her waist. His hand traveled up her thigh, his hands moved up between her legs. She felt her breath catch in her throat as his hand found her most sensitive spot. She moaned and arched back as he slipped his hand inside her panties.

“Damn, it feels so good!”

“Is this really what you want?” there was a bit of violence in his tone as he pushed his finger inside of her. “Damn, you’re so tight.” He exclaimed.

Her inner walls quivered around his two fingers. His fingers moved in and out, following a rhythm that started slow and gradually sped up. He squeezed and kneaded her womanhood, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She screamed out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her veins. She felt dizzy with the pleasure he was giving her.

“You’re so responsive. f**k!” Alexander buried his face in her neck. She felt his hot kisses against her skin. His hand found its way to her breast, his fingers brushing through the thin fabric of her dress. The cloth was no barrier to the heat radiating from his touch.

“Damn, I can’t wait to f*ck these t**s. I’m gonna f*ck you in every way I want. I will f*ck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Oh god! I’m coming.” He continued his touch, one hand on her full breasts, the other on her womanhood. She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure he was bringing to her entire being.

“F*ck I’m going to bruise your c*nt with my c*ck. I’m going to fill you hard woman. I’m gonna f*ck you so rough.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice.

She couldn't help but notice his voice was made for this kind of fun. His mouth was made for some dirty talking. Her body began to tremble, and with it came a series of loud moans. Waves of heat surged through her, releasing their intensity in a succession of climaxes.

His finger continued to move, relentlessly seeking pleasure. The man cursed, a sound of frustration and longing. After, she leaned against him, her body spent and trembling.

She felt so drained. "That was pretty hot. Thank you." Her face flushed as she turned to look at him. She couldn't read his expression.

He clenched his jaw and nodded. "Are you done? We should go now."

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her. "Are you mad?" His eyes narrowed.

"Don't mind me. Let's go now."

SHE had never felt this before. The need. The hunger. The thirst. It was slowly consuming her.

She had thrown herself into the fire, and now the heat was consuming her. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't trust a stranger and let him touch her most intimate parts. Suddenly, she felt like a stranger to herself.

What did just happen? She let him touch her. She let herself come around his fingers. And it was the most amazing experience she had ever had. And she wanted to feel him more. No, she needs him. To feel him. To taste him. Every inch of him. She was losing her mind, perhaps. All sorts of crazy thoughts were racing through her head.

But she was serious. She had never felt such a powerful attraction before. Even after what had just happened, the heat in her body hadn't fully subsided. Aya knew she wasn't the only one feeling it. She could sense the tension radiating from him.

She could practically smell the lust emanating from him. She felt the weight of his breath against her neck, and it only made her hotter. She couldn't help but press herself closer to him. They arrived at his condo quickly. As she got out of the car, she saw the sign above the building: "Miller's Property."

"We're here!" He whispered, taking the lead.

She couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked away. She bit her lip. So many naughty thoughts were running through her mind at that time.

"Hey!" He called out when he noticed her just standing there, lost in thought.

"f**k me!" She blurted out, startled.

"What?" Xander's eyebrows furrowed.

Her eyes widened in embarrassment. "Oh, it's nothing. Just forget that. My god, you surprised me!" She swallowed repeatedly before turning away. She heard him sigh deeply. Then he invited her inside his condo.

She was amazed by how beautiful and spacious it was. She turned to him. "What's your name again?" She asked softly.

A slight smile touched the corner of his lips. "It's Alexander. Or you can call me Xander."

"Oh, sorry, you already said that. I'm—"

"Shanaiah...Aya for short."

She raised an eyebrow.

"I remember." He smiled slightly.

Xander cleared his throat. "You got soaked in the rain. I think you need a hot shower."

Her lips curved into a seductive smile. "Hmm, I think I really need that. I'm really wet right now."

He looked at her, surprise flashing across his face.

"And I think you need that too." Her voice was laced with s****l invitation. "Oh, I mean the hot shower."

His jaw tightened, and the lust in his eyes seemed to intensify.

"I'm okay. There's a bathroom in my room. I'll take you to the guestroom so you can take a shower and change your clothes." He said, turning away from her.

She felt a pang of embarrassment. She quickly brushed it aside. Was he rejecting her?

Whatever! She was tired of being a good girl. If that was a rejection, she wouldn't take it.

She followed him. "Are you living here alone?"

He didn't answer.

"It's a huge house. I can't imagine you’re being here alone." She continued, but he still didn't respond.

They stopped in front of a door. He opened it.

"This is the guest room. You can stay here tonight. There are extra clothes for women in the closet. Just check if anything fits you. Take your time, Aya."

She was left speechless as he walked away.

After Xander left, she went straight to the shower room. She spent half an hour in the hot bath tub, reflecting on what happened earlier and on how to seduce him again.