And part 2...
anonymous
December 1 2008, 19:10:09 UTC
Her thighs gripped the side of his head as she came, he body arching to him, his name tearing from her lips along with a dozen profanities. Mind addled by lust he kept lapping at her still until she had to physically pull him away.
She drew him up with the lightest of touches, encouraging him to lie up next to her. Once he’d done so she ran her tongue over his chin and lips, cleaning his face of her own wetness. His cock twitched violently at the act and he kissed her, moaning in frustration as his hands caressed her breasts.
“Heavens, Morgana. I want you so much.”
But the truth was they both knew he couldn’t have her. Not like this.
Taking pity on him, she ran her hand back through herself for a moment, bringing away thoroughly wet fingers. That hand she ran over his cock, using herself as lubrication whilst her other positioned his fingers back where she wanted them and encouraged him to stroke.
He so desperately wanted to be inside her at that moment, his body telling him he’d be satisfied with nothing else. As her hand stroked him, toying so well with the tip of his cock and softly caressing his balls, a compromise sprung to mind.
“Stand up,” he asked her, “please.”
She did so quite willingly, but looked more hesitant when he manoeuvred her to stand in front of her dresser, pressing himself close up behind her.
“I won’t,” he promised. “I swear to god I won’t.”
Her trust in him was complete and she made no move to free herself.
He moaned in deeper satisfaction as he proceeded to rub his cock against her body, his balls pressing against her backside, his shaft stroking her back. She tensed a little when she felt his cock press between her legs but he reached for the junction of her thighs, stroking her into a state of relaxation once more. Parting her legs a little, he pushed himself between her legs, thrusting his cock along her wetness, the feel of her arousal and the soft curls there, sending his head spinning with overwhelming sensation. With the right angle he could stroke at her in just the right place too.
No, it wasn’t inside her but it was close as she was likely to let him get and he was determined to enjoy it. He alternatively wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him, or held her hips, giving himself more leverage to move. He resisted the urge to slip himself into her, knowing she may let him now but that she wouldn’t hate him for it afterwards. Besides, he’d given her his word.
She came before he did, gasping and crying out. He pulled away a little once he’d reached the point of no return, his seed spilling forcefully onto his stomach and her backside as he grunted and groaned her name.
Still in a haze of lust, he sunk to his knees and ran his tongue over her backside, licking her clean of him, secretly adoring the taste of it on her skin.
She drew him up with the lightest of touches, encouraging him to lie up next to her. Once he’d done so she ran her tongue over his chin and lips, cleaning his face of her own wetness. His cock twitched violently at the act and he kissed her, moaning in frustration as his hands caressed her breasts.
“Heavens, Morgana. I want you so much.”
But the truth was they both knew he couldn’t have her. Not like this.
Taking pity on him, she ran her hand back through herself for a moment, bringing away thoroughly wet fingers. That hand she ran over his cock, using herself as lubrication whilst her other positioned his fingers back where she wanted them and encouraged him to stroke.
He so desperately wanted to be inside her at that moment, his body telling him he’d be satisfied with nothing else. As her hand stroked him, toying so well with the tip of his cock and softly caressing his balls, a compromise sprung to mind.
“Stand up,” he asked her, “please.”
She did so quite willingly, but looked more hesitant when he manoeuvred her to stand in front of her dresser, pressing himself close up behind her.
“I won’t,” he promised. “I swear to god I won’t.”
Her trust in him was complete and she made no move to free herself.
He moaned in deeper satisfaction as he proceeded to rub his cock against her body, his balls pressing against her backside, his shaft stroking her back. She tensed a little when she felt his cock press between her legs but he reached for the junction of her thighs, stroking her into a state of relaxation once more. Parting her legs a little, he pushed himself between her legs, thrusting his cock along her wetness, the feel of her arousal and the soft curls there, sending his head spinning with overwhelming sensation. With the right angle he could stroke at her in just the right place too.
No, it wasn’t inside her but it was close as she was likely to let him get and he was determined to enjoy it. He alternatively wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him, or held her hips, giving himself more leverage to move. He resisted the urge to slip himself into her, knowing she may let him now but that she wouldn’t hate him for it afterwards. Besides, he’d given her his word.
She came before he did, gasping and crying out. He pulled away a little once he’d reached the point of no return, his seed spilling forcefully onto his stomach and her backside as he grunted and groaned her name.
Still in a haze of lust, he sunk to his knees and ran his tongue over her backside, licking her clean of him, secretly adoring the taste of it on her skin.
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