Alex Summers: A Short Story

Azairah easily melted into him. It was the first time another human being had ever made her feel this way and it startled her, excited her and the selfish desires in her heart only wanted more. Her eyes closed as his lips embraced hers. Azairah kept her eyes closed, not that she could open them. The exulting, overpowering ecstasy of their first kiss that filled her core allowed her not to open her eyes but instead to stay there in his arms and let the moment soak into her. It was a rush and as he spoke against her lips, kissing between each word, he still managed a way to make her smile. "You're doing quite well for someone who hasn't kissed a woman in while so he claims," she said, not helping but to tease him as he'd teased her. "Hmm? What's this?" she spoke again through his words and affections. Azairah's dreamy eyes opened slowly. "And exactly how long have you wanted to kiss me, Kyle?" The sudden obnoxious applause pulled her back into their reality but swiftly Kyle moved with her, returning to their table. "Trust me... I know you won't betray me, love. You know what I could do if you did," she said cupping his cheek with one of her warm hands. Though before she could say anymore Kyle was on her

There was a gradual rise to climatic actions as he began to venture through every crevice of your body. He knew where to touch you which made you smirk as laid kisses all over your neck. James knew what the hell he was doing. You

Every single reverie I’d had of him since the second we'd met comes in giant waves, crashing agains the walls of my mind, but the reality, this kiss, blows each and every one of them out of the water. Absolutely nothing could compare to this all-consuming, earth shattering, utterly remarkable kiss. I feel incredibly out-matched and the timid Cordelia who’s taken hold of me contemplates just how much practice he’s had doing this, but I ignore her and focus on his

I've been so caught up in Armin that I've forgotten about the intense throbbing happening in between my legs. As Armin lets his hands slip in between my boxers and my jeans i let out a loud moan from pleasure. Armin begins to stroke my cock from the outside of my boxers and i rub against his hand, wanting him to touch me more and more. I flip us over so hes on top and I disconnect our lips. "Show me what those lips can do baby." I tell Armin, gently letting him slide onto his knees below me. Armin blushes as his hand begins to shake as he pulls down my pants. I look down at him as his eyes widen at my arisen throbbing cock that has sprung out of my boxers. "E-eren. You're so big." He says, eyes popping out of his sockets. "I don't know if i

I sit with my hands in face and elbows on my knees. This bed. Doesn't feel like a bed. These tears. Brun my eyes as they fall. And him. Standing on the other half of the room looking at me with why. Why did I do it? Why did I kiss him back? All I can answer to him is I don't know because the truth will crush him harder than a brick.

Instead of retreating, she moved closer until their legs touched and only the gown separated them. She slid a hand to his face and pressed a trail of breathy kisses along the edge of his jaw. Her golden hair fell in disarray off one shoulder, exposing her tanned neck. His breath caught, and he found her earlobe, kissing and teasing, lowering his lips little by little to the pulsing in her throat.

I’m shocked at first, but when I realize I’m being given exactly what I’ve been craving all night, I surrender, parting my lips, letting his tongue thrust in, gripping his collar and meeting his fervency.

"Holy fuck." His eyes bright with pleasure, lips swollen from their kisses and every nerve in his body on glorious fire, he collapsed on top of her Elena, letting out another little groan and moan as each movement of her body or pussy elicited a sensation of combined pleasure and soreness in his softening cock. After a minute or two, he groaned, gathering up enough energy to pull out his arms from under her body and prop himself up on his elbows over her. He stared at her for a minute with a gentless that he hadn't previously displayed, unsure if she could see him through her half-lidded eyes, and enjoying what a gorgeous sight she was in her post-orgams bliss. Her question had surprised him, but he knew the answer, despite common-sense telling him that he should refuse. He wanted her to stay, to sleep in his bed, to hold Elena in his arms and wake up to the warmth of her naked body against hiss. Slowly, he groaned, then rolled over, onto his back, next to her, heads on adjacent pillows. "I'm too tired to throw you out now." He managed a wink, then kicked the sheets down the bed, before gathering them up in his hands and drawing them over their bodies. "So, as long as you don't mind if I sleep, you can stay as long

And he kisses me. I can’t remember much after that. It’s two a.m, I can’t sleep, but he’s here. Lying next to me, I can feel his heartbeat. It’s a good feeling, a stable feeling like after you ride a rollercoaster and your anxiety plummets back down to normal. Everything is blurry when we’re apart, but he’s finally mine.

Suddenly Roland slammed my back against the wall, encaged me in his arms, and kissed the edge of my jaw. I tossed back my head, permitting him easier access to my neck, and I slid my hands up his back, one clutching at the fabric of his suit jacket, balling it in my fist, the other knotting in his hair. He nipped

"Aaauuugh! Fuck!" she cried as my cock's crown stretched her out. I felt pressure as her cunt got even tighter. Estelle's whole body shuddered. Splisch! Boiling-hot juices sprayed around my cock's girth and dripped down her legs. The silky tunnel massaged my glans.

The feeling of his fingers working on your clit and his thrusts sent you over your edge, reaching your high you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, moaning out his name one final time as he continued to thrust inside you, chasing his own release.

Your quiet breathing tickles my nose and I realise how close we are right now. I devour every detail; every freckle and mole, the gentle creases by your eyes, the stubble just beginning to pierce through the skin along your jaw. I watch as your eyelids gently flutter open, hazy with dreams, and in that moment my favourite colour changes from lilac to the murky green that is you. We lay there staring at each other, raw and open, vulnerable.

Feeling his rock hard dick forcing into dick ass, I can tell that he can't resist the urge for a taste of my hole. Standing there, his arms wrapped around my waist. I can feel the warm air from his mouth and his smooth soft tender lips hammering gently against my neck. These were all a constant reminder of his humble presence.

I allow him to embrace me as he envelopes me, I even wrap my arms tightly around his waist as I rest my cheek on his shoulder and slide my eyes closed, having exerted all my energy. Tonight, he wears a cologne, that protrudes out of his grey winter coat. Of course, his fragrance is nothing like Angelo 's, but the woodland scent appeals to my senses nonetheless.