47 February 2, 2021: Naz

It has been a full ten minutes, but Syn had yet to yield the win to Konrad. However, it was not the least bit easy for her as she felt like yielding to his touches every second that had passed.

Konrad stopped the trail of his kisses right above her abdomen. Now, he tugged her jeans down to her foot quickly as he could, freeing her beautifully thick legs that managed to retain their slender appearance at the same time. He threw the denim to the side of the bed, and once he liberated his hand, he knelt in between her legs as if he wanted the worship her exquisite allure.

At that instant, he lifted her left leg and anchored it again on his shoulder. Soon, he began to make his way up her limbs, showering Syn with the feathery sensation of his lips making contact with her skin. The lady felt like she was melting on the bed, allowing the fervour of their show of carnality to enshroud her whole being.

However, as she was trying to keep her arms from moving, a distasteful pain pierced through her upper left arm. Tears began to flood the rims of her eyes all the while she resisted the urge to let out a cry.

Thankfully, Konrad noticed that her muscles tensed up for a different reason other than the pleasure he was giving. He hurriedly ceased what he was doing, placing her leg back on the bed, to look at her face. When the man saw that she was biting her bottom lip, so hard that it nearly turned white, he removed the blindfolds that were covering her eyes.

"Miss Rosenfeldt, what's wrong?" He asked as he brushed aside the strands of hair that were crowding her face. "Did I hurt you? If that's the case, I'll apolo-"

"N-no" Syn quickly interjected in his apology since she didn't want him to be sorry. In the end, it's not as if he knew about her gunshot wound.

"What is it? Tell me." Konrad whispered, wishing to reassure the lady.

Then, he wiped the tears that finally escaped her moistened eyes, cupping her face with his hand right after.

"Hmm, my a-arm is hurting... because of a wound."

"Which arm?"

"The left one. Sorry, I should've said so in the beginning. I ruined the mood." Syn said meekly, embarrassed of what she did.

To her surprise, Konrad merely chuckled as he leaned his forehead on her's. His deep voice melodiously landed in her ears, making her feel comforted.

"No, I should be the one sorry for pinning your arms like that. I'll remove your top, so place your left arm in a way that it won't hurt."

As a response, Syn simply nodded her head. With that, Konrad proceeded to untie her arms, setting aside the knitted top. The lady then laid her right hand behind the man's head, pulling him in for a kiss.

There and now, as they claimed each other's lips, the moment became nothing but amorous, hungry and intense. Anchoring his body with his left hand, his right travelled to her smooth thigh, caressing it as tenderly as he could.

Syn wasn't able to keep her eyes open all the while letting his touch dominate her senses. For some reason, his musky and sandalwood containing smell that filled her nostrils captivated her sanity. She felt the heat of his sensual gratification rise from her stomach to her chest, making her toes curl. His weight that was leaning on her chest and his hand that were massaging her thighs, for Syn, they all seemed as if he didn't have the intention of setting her free.

As his tongue invaded her mouth, she could only respond by twirling her's around his. The taste of his tongue was utterly exquisite, shutting down her bothersome thoughts. A wave of pleasure weakened her limbs, making her moans even more hurried and breathless.

The instant that her nails dug on his muscular shoulders, his grip on her thighs tightened. This prompted the lady to let out a whimper that was louder than what she had ever done.

Upon hearing her soft cry, a hybrid of a growl and moan came out from the back of his throat. He deepened the kiss, exploring every inch of her mouth to his satisfaction. He observed her face as she wallowed in the pleasure of his kisses. Although this made him more frustrated, he permitted the urge to devour Syn overcome his rationality.

He just couldn't hold himself back from desiring to claim all of Syn - The sweet flavour of her lips and tongue; her scent and breath that had the aroma of a mixture of champagne, tea rose, and vanilla; her frail body along with her beguiling face that enraptured his interest. He could feel her heart beating so quickly, perfectly harmonizing with his own. Nothing about her was not inviting.

Still, the most notable thing was that every instant that her chest collided with his, Konrad felt that his underwear was gradually suffocating his manhood.

By the time he knew it, her left hand was rubbing his biceps. The gesture worked to send a tingling feeling in his lower abdomen. He licked her bottom lip, biting it lightly, before he went down on her.

Ahead of spreading her legs wide open, Konrad ripped off the lingerie that was covering her womanhood. He didn't have the patience of removing. Thereafter, he let his thumb graze her swollen clit prior to dipping his head. Not even a second passed, his tongue started to travel around her moist flesh. As he plunged into her folds, he heard a hearty gasp somewhere above his head, exciting him further.

Syn thrust her hips, riding every lick that sent her to heaven. She confined the tingling sensation of his deed within his muscles, prompting her to quiver out of the overwhelming pleasure. She felt that she was nearing her limit, but their deal was still in effect. Thus, she clutched the sheets with all her might, coveting to stop herself from stealing a climax. What she was not aware of was that Konrad didn't care about their previous arrangement.

Her back had long left the comfort of the bed as she was arching it, permitting Konrad to bury his tongue farther down. Once he was done using his mouth, he inserted his long finger ever so slowly, allowing her flesh swallow it.

Konrad went back to sprinkling torrid kisses all over her body as his finger curled up inside of her, going in and out, faster and faster every second. Her hurried moans, permeating the room, played arousing music for only him to hear.

"S-stop hnng, S-sir Konrad, please please, aahh, stop." Syn begged, profusely so, as she was nearing her limit.

Once he harkened her plea, Konrad lowered his mouth to her ear and said, "Don't hold back, Syn. This won't be the last time that you'll cum."

The moment that she heard his utterance, mostly because she was called by her first name by Konrad, her walls tightened around his finger as she released the pleasure that built-up inside of her.

After she finished climaxing, letting tears of reaching her limit descend her eyes, Syn pushed Konrad away. Then, she reached for his stiffness and guided it towards her opening. Even supposing that she was still catching her breath, evident from her chest that hastily rose and fell, the lady found the strength in her to command the man.

"Break me, Konrad."