Dares: A Short Story

Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he fell on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and their climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a new intimate sensuality intimate that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. Having kicked his boxers completely off, his satiated cock pressed to the warm flesh of her thigh their abodomens melded together as he prised her legs apart with his knee. It was an intimacy that he wouldn't have been capable of describing, and caused a pleasurable euphoric sensation of pure contentment and adoration

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Legs still trembling from the force of his orgasm when he landed on top of her, the sensation of Elena's tongue slipping into his mouth and the feel of her warm skin against his elicited another pleasured gasp from Brett. Despite their encounters, and respective climaxes the previous night and this evening, there was a different sensuality that brought a tingle to his spine about laying there on top of her, skin to skin. He'd kicked his boxers completely off, and with his satiated cock pressed into the warm flesh of her thigh and their abdomens melded together as he gently prised her legs apart, he parted his lips to express something of his feelings to Elena. However, before he could speak, her comment pulled him back down to Earth.

"You're so stubborn," she said, half to herself. It was obvious that he wasn't paying much attention to her, clearly lost in a daze of his own thoughts and emotions. Today had been hard on him, harder than most. If only she could read his mind and figure out what exactly had been bothering him so much. "Hey," she began, her voice soft, hand folding over the flesh of his own. "I shouldn't have to say it, but you know you can talk to me about anything, don't you?" Finally, his gaze met hers. He was tired, mentally more than physically, and the way he looked at her made that much very

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

"Shit, my wife will be home any second. You better get out of here," he said suddenly, pulling the blankets off her almost-naked body. For all of his business-minded ingenuity, she was surprised that he somehow didn't know that even though all escorts had to say they had a "strictly no touching" policy, it usually meant just the opposite. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead as he stammered out, "would you like to, um, lay in bed... lay in bed, that is, with me for a while?"

"There, that's better, and after I make use of my tongue." Sitting astride her waist, the Hacker peeled off his shirt, revealing the toned, athletic torso beneath. Before the garment hit the floor, he'd covered her body with his, and mashed their lips together. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." After breaking the kiss, Richard arched a brow, daring her to deny him, then lifted Lexi's arms above her head. and trailed his lips down the Heiress' body, issuing nibbles and bites to her flesh. A wet trail glistened on her abdomen when he reached the apex of her thighs, released her arms, and wrapped his hands around her upper

“Watch out Hippie Girl,” he cautioned, “I’m not a man you want to tease.” He wrapped his other arm around her waist, roughly yanking her further into his body. Oh, she had aroused another kind of emotion in him, and it was pressed against her abdomen.

Their laughter carried on the wind and the cozy comfort they felt together was evident. She tried to sneak deeper into the fantasy, but there was something holding her to this world—a gentle touch of a hand caressing her cheek and the briefest kiss on her brow. She struggled to wake up wondering if Ray had come after

“A noble idea, I’m sure. Are you doing this to piss someone off? Because you cannot possibly think I can be saved in this manner.”

Like he’d done minutes earlier, he leans in, his hand across the back of the seat shifts, and I shiver when the tips of his warm fingers skim my shoulder. He’s giving me soft eyes now, voice smooth and coaxing when he says, “No more alcohol, Lotty. Mom’s coming over tomorrow, and I’d love for you to be up with her. I don’t want you hungover with no appetite for whatever she prepares.” His fingers move deliberately back and forth over my bare skin. “Sundays are hers now, remember? We agreed.”

Keith sat beside her on his bed looking fixedly at the carpet beneath his feet. A lengthy silence carried through the room as he tried to disregard the question. However, Abby, adamant, observed him fidgeting; his eyes scrutinizing through each contour in the Berber carpet at their feet. She knew that he had heard her. She wasn’t letting it go.

In all of her life, Knight had never witnessed someone move with so much grace; even the Prima ballerina of the Russian Ballet didn’t move like Colin did, even that alone had made the young woman squirm visibly beneath her robe. The moment he touched her, when his hands held both sides of her face, she could swear that she had felt a shock of electricity shoot through her and awaken every single cell. The gentle massaging of his finger at her temples with drew a long, shuddering sigh. As he spoke, she nodded her head slowly, trying to will her wild heart to slow to match his own: it didn’t work quite as well as she had wanted. The tickling brush of his breath against her skin

Kiyan put a hand on her arm to stop her. Adelaide’s eyes were alight, her teeth clenched in determination. Once she had her mind set on something there wasn’t much that could stop her. It was like determination was her fuel and it lit her up. It was strangely arousing.

“No I’m fine princess, but you seem in distress. May I ask what’s wrong?” replied the elderly woman.