A Short Story

He lightly blew warm air on Elena's as-yet barely touched, clit and lifted his head from between her thighs to lock eyes with her. "Unless you plan on begging me to make you come, and I might oblige." He smiled, in a position of full control now ; if only Elena didn't notice that notice that, having just released, Brett already sported another throbbing rock-hard erection and would soon be aching to come again

Tonight was no different as she crawled on top of him, kissing him fiercely as she slid her already swollen pussy slowly down his cock, seating herself with a co-mingled groan from them both.

She licked him and pressed herself against him. She could feel his heart beating, as she listened to him breathing. And, she could not imagine ever loving anything more.

He leaned closer to her ear and quietly said, “When you are ready; when you are fully prepared, I will give you exactly what you want. I will bring you to the height of passion over and over again with my hands and my lips. I will kiss, suck, and caress each and every inch of your luscious body. And then, when you are at that peak, I will drive into you and send you soaring over the edge.”

“No, I’m not done yet.” He places a hand on her chest, easing her back down and pulls her shirt up past her amazing titts. He takes his time touching, licking, biting, kissing every inch of them. He can tell she’s worked up when she thrust against him. He slides down, kissing her stomach as he goes, only stopping when he reaches her hips. He props her up on his forearms and feasts on her, no warning, no warm up. He’s so he might come from her taste alone.

Alex’s lips left a burning path down to your collarbones, tongue running over your clavicle, hands gripping at your waist as his hips pushed down into your own, hands slowly pushing up to run across the skin of your stomach, his hands were so warm and welcoming and you’re surprised you aren’t actually melting into his touch.

“So good, Gwen,” he muttered, as she stroked his scrotum while she worked his shaft with her mouth. “So fucking good…”

Her legs wobbly as they were gave little resistance to his direction. Her hand being bound made the movement a bit awkward, but slowly Vivian managed to kneel before him. The eyes looking up at him filled with a desire she had never been able to voice. The sound of his pants unzipping caught her attention though, her eyes trailing down his long form and to his rock hard erection as he pulled it free.

Dipping his fingers into the can, he rubbed the substance up and down his engorged cock, then slipped his finger in her ass, rubbing gentle, rhythmic penetrations.

When their tongues intertwined, he moaned into her mouth, savouring how firm Riley's ass was as he cupped and kneaded her butt cheeks and ground his erection into her abdomen. Jarryd's ached to be released from the confines of his trousers, and with his lips swollen after the kiss broke, he smiled at her comment. "Not only mine. Show me how dirty you can be, Riley." Before he could continue, she'd unbuttoned his trousers, taken his throbbing meat in her hand, and sunk to her knees.

His throat was rough with lust as he spoke. "I apologize for not giving this," Nicholas lightly rubbed at her clit, "the attention it deserved." He stopped to hear Evangeline whimper.

“Hold my hand,” she said to me. I reached out and did just that. I felt no effect from the contact though. Arnold sat down last and then reached out for both Sarah’s hand and mine. Once we were all linked I started to quickly feel the effects of warmth and sensuality reach into me. I sigh, closing my eyes in response to the unique feeling of

"Please baby. I can't hold on anymore. Please fuck me." And with a smirk, he used the end of one of his crutches to run along Jon's cock.

Brett tossed one last cheerful jab at Elena as she departed, then leaned against the doorjamb, admiring her legs and ass from the rear. That unfortunately only increased his disappointment at not having had the opportunity to spend more time with each up close and personal as the woman had a fucking body to die for. After she disappeared into the elevator, Brett's grin faded, and he banged his head lightly against the wall, wondering if the evening had been worth it. As much as he'd enjoyed screwing her, Elena possessed an uncanny ability to make him laugh, even if it was at his own expense, and he'd been tempted to ask her to stay the night. Just to talk and polish off the last of the champagne.

He almost groaned aloud when her breasts bounced free, and unknowingly did so as she tweaked her nipples. With widened pupils locked on the erotic sight of her breasts swaying in the air in front of him, the burgeoning erection he'd been attempting to hold back now tented his pants. Any thoughts of it settling down in the foreseeable future were then destroyed completely by the view provided when Elena bent over. "I see you must have done this before."