RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 94: FRIDA -

The dim candlelight, their purple flames flickering softly, bathed the room in a luscious glow.

Frida drew in a sharp breath, her gaze locked on him. "Well, will you do me the honor of stripping for me, Frida?" His voice carried a teasing edge, but it was his eyes, thick with desire, that made her pulse quicken.

Frida smirked. "That’s very bold of you, Laziel..." His tone was a challenge.

Frida placed her hands on her hips, her smirk growing. "And you like bold, don’t you?" Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt, savoring the way his gaze burned with need—pure, unfiltered hunger. For her.

It made her feel powerful, despite the bruises on her body. Laziel had this way of making her feel beautiful, even when she felt broken.

The shirt slid to the floor, pooling at her feet. His eyes devoured her, his tongue running slowly over his lips before he swallowed hard. "Lord, you are divine," he rasped.

Her chuckle was low, teasing. She let her hips sway as she slipped her panties off, inch by torturous inch, giving him a glimpse of paradise.

Laziel’s sharp intake of breath was the reward she wanted. His gaze followed her every movement, unwavering, filled with reverence and lust.

She walked toward him, each step deliberate, until she stood before him. She let the panties drop to the floor. "Pick them up. On your knees," she commanded, her voice soft but firm.

Without hesitation, Laziel sank to his knees, picking up the delicate fabric. As he did, she turned and walked to the bed, her hips swaying like a goddess fully aware of her power. She lay down on the fluffy pillows, her body a masterpiece of curves and bruises.

"Come here, Laz," she said, her voice sultry. "On your knees."

This time, he smirked, confident, as if he had a secret weapon. He moved toward her, his knees gliding over the floor until he hovered above her. She pulled him down by the neck, their lips so close they could taste each other’s breath.

"Frida or Shelly?" he asked, his voice teasing.

She ran her fingers through his hair, soft as silk. "You said it doesn’t matter."

"It doesn’t," he agreed, his grin maddeningly charming.

Her smirk faltered, and her eyes searched his. "What if Frida disappeared?" she asked, her voice edged with jealousy.

Laziel’s gaze darkened, and she let out a bitter laugh. "There’s my answer. You care about me, but you love her. You loser." Her words dripped with venom.

She turned her back to him, dismissive. "Go on, massage your little princess."

He straddled her back, careful not to press his weight on her, and poured oil onto his hands. His fingers moved to her temples, massaging in slow, tender circles. Frida sighed despite herself.

if not for the warmth of his finger pads on her temples she nearly forgot he was there.

He rubbed in tender, soft circles on her temples, then he moved to her neck and she sighed "Do you like it?" He asked his voice thick.

She withheld a moan as he worked the knots in her neck "Wanna bet?" His chuckle vibrated through the bed as his hands moved to her neck.

As his hands now moved to her shoulders and she moaned in pleasure "Fuck, that’s so good." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Should I go deeper." He asked as he moved his palms and pads of his fingers in gentle motions, his hands pausing for permission.

"Yes, please," she whispered.

"Yes please go deeper." She said and he struggled to keep his breathing in control taking a deep breath he moved over the slope of her back added a little pressure.

His palms moved with deliberate care, sliding down her shoulders and over the curve of her back. she moaned as he worked the knots out of her muscles.

"Jesus Christ Laz that’s wonderful...where did you learn that?" She whimpered as he moved in slippery wet sliding motions. She arched her waist and his crotch was so hard he hand to unstraddle her. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Sitting on the sides instead as he parted her legs, her breath came in sips of air as he started massaging from her foot, he dropped a kiss on it and her toes curled.

He moved his hands over the slope of her legs and she gasped as he reached her thighs. He only chuckled in response, his fingers gliding lower, teasing the sensitive skin of her thighs.

Her hips lifted instinctively, her body craving more. Laziel’s hands lingered just enough to make her shiver before he pulled back.

She blushed, her hips were traitors that they lifted a little in anticipation, waiting, hoping, praying that he would touch her there.

Then he moved over her thighs again and squeeze "Oh shit..." She cursed as she felt something wet trail down he leg, her face heated up and Laz bit his lips knowing he might just die from this torture.

"Um...I..I...d-didnt m-mean to it just... F-felt so good." She said shyly burying her face in her pillow as his hands still moved over her thighs then gently grabbed her ass cheeks "Fuck." She whispered.

Laz gently flipped her over still cautious of her bruises, her eyes were filled with lust and her lashes drooped with hot need. "I’m going to massage your breasts."

She took a deep breath before answering "Go ahead."

He poured oil on his hands rubbed them together then grabbed her breast and pulled in such a delicious manner that her body arched deliciously as he pinched her nipple then tugged at their areolas.

Teasing till they stood erect alternating his caresses on her breast between soft and rough was beginning to drive her insane "Do you like it?" He asked

And she had to stop herself from drooling "Lord you have no idea." She whispered barely able to speak when more of her juices flowed out of her and he watched.

While moving his hand over the slope on her stomach to the valley of paradise just above the triangle of perfection of her vagina. His hands moved to her most sensitive places, and her body reacted instantly.

With a whispered command, she gave herself to him, her breaths and moans filling the room. Laziel’s touches were both soft and demanding.

He caressed the hairs and stared up into her eyes "Sorry I didn’t think this was you know... going to happen so I-I didn’t shave, sorry." She apologized.

He smiled his fingers moving over the triangle softness "You actually think I give a fuck..." He chuckled "I’m glad you would put the effort for me though...makes me feel special." He said.

She smiled warmly at him in all her ethereal beauty she said "You are special Laz."

"Can I massage your clit?" He asked politely already lightly massaging her pubis.

She was a panting mess from his eyes, his gentle touches, and his intoxicating voice. "Yes."

"Raise your legs up." He said and she did without hesitating he ran his full palm over the sides of her opening and slowly massaged and caressed.

He ran his thumbs over both her labia folds and she gasped "Easy, sunrise, all I want you to do, is breathe and say yes...got it?"

She nodded as her took her clit between his index finger and thumb gently pulling, back then forth like a rubber band...he placed the pad of his four fingers over her clit and rubbed in slow torturous circles, then fast, then slow "Fuck that’s so fucking good...yes." she moaned in pleasure.

"Good." He said, using his other hand to still massage her folds and labia. Her waist was grinding against his fingers, as he inserted not one, but two fingers into her wetness. And her juices flowed to his palm as her hips bucked.

"Your so wet." He drawled, his gaze hyper fixated on the gaping pussy. "So fucking wet." He said, as his thumb thick and full entered into her, replacing the fingers with its bigger size.

"Holy fuck!" her lashes fluttered as pleasurable shivers washed over her.

He moved his thumb over her p-spot and her legs bucked "Holy shit! Laz, if you don’t make me cum right now, I’m going to fucking die... please."

She cried out in desperation. He chuckled his lips hovered close to her clit, his tongue spread just right over, her whole, wet pussy. Covering her full and her body freaking convulsed, as it dipped into her still on her clit.

Her eyes shot freaking fireworks as her legs weakened falling on the bed, and the rock hard orgasm hit her, wet, warm and hot. All at the same time, her cries echoed, like music to his ears. "oooooooh my God! Mercy!" Her voice vibrated.

Her hands grabbing his hair tight, his face pressed up in her cunt, dark eyes staring up at her, she let him go, so she could grab him and kiss him. "Shit! that was so good."

"I’m glad you liked it." He said still kissing her "How are you feeling now?"

His eyes were so gentle and kind "Like I just had the orgasm of my life," she said breathlessly, a lazy smile spreading across her face.

He chuckled "That was just the beginning. Let me take a shower to cool off before I join you in bed." He said.

As he moved to leave the bed, she grabbed his arm, flipping him beneath her. Her grin was wicked. "Oh, no, Laz."

She began tugging at the hem of his pants her eyes locked with his "Your turn, bad boy."