Of Sand and Stone

Anja loved the way his moans sounded. She loved the way it felt, bringing him pleasure, tormenting him a bit. Her fingers clasped gently around it, moving painfully slow up and down his shaft. She would continue, would tease him more and illicit more tantalizing sounds from him, but her own wants were almost overpowering her.

Anja ran a finger over the tip of his cock before lifting it to her lips. She tasted him, her eyes closing for a moment. It was salty, but satisfying. She couldn't wait any longer, her body demanded it or she might lose her mind. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her shorts before pushing them down, revealing the last of her body.

There she hesitated, staring at him, letting him take in the rest of her. She was clean shaven and glistening with want. She leaned forward and kissed him again, pressing herself against his hot shaft. She moaned at the sensation of him pressed against her tight entrance. She moved her hips, rubbing herself up and down his length, moaning softly as she did. She wanted him, wanted him so bad and she wanted him to take her, to bring her to pleasure.

Wulf, could not help but moan in long agonizing defeat. His cock, pulsating with angry need near felt like it was to tear in two at her lick. His eye's rolled for a moment and he groaned a deep throaty sexually driven growl. His hands, gripped at her hips now, her position gliding over the slicked erectness of his cock. Their juices, mixing together with a potent tartness. She was more beautiful than even Freyja, his goddess of the hunt. She was the catch of a life time. Wulf had to have her, and without hesitation she had given in to her lusts. Wulf couldn't think straight anymore, the only reason was for him to give her pleasure, and take Anja.

His thick hot shaft, ground against her lips once more as he pressed his body forward and took hold of her hips. His fingers, dragging across her flesh, enough to let her know he had a firm grip as he raised her gently. His cock's head sundered her entrance with a light thrust of his hips. With a painful slowness, intentional, he began to roll his own powerful hips forward. Making her feel each and every detail of his pulsating and thickly yearning cock. Pre tainted her inner walls as he continued to assault deep into her depths, slowly easing off his own advances to let her go as she willed. His finger's however busied themselves dragging hard lines now, down her spine, pulling her closer and hard against his solid form, so that tender touches of his lips could be laced along her neck, and a gentle bite at her collar.

Anja's lips quivered as his cock slid over her. She could see it in Wulf's eyes that he wanted her, wanted to feel her. She wanted the same. She had found this man laying on the beach and now she was at her hut, driving her wild. She knew this might not have been her best decision, but those thoughts were pushed far away when his hands lifted her.

She took in a steadying breath, her body tense with anticipation and excitement. He rubbed against her before raising her and pressing his cock head to her entrance. She wanted to slam herself down onto it, to feel him fill every inch of her, but he set the beginning pace, moving painfully slowly. As he filled her she moaned sensually.

She wanted to move more, faster, harder, but it was like he was toying with her. She shivered and put her hands on his chest as he moved his hands over her and his lips. She started to move her own hips, slowly at first, small moans escaping her lips as she was filled with him again. She loved the way his cock felt pulsing inside of her, her own walls clenched down on him as he moved within her.

Wulf could only shutter as her walls clenched about his thick hard cock. Pre spilled liberally from the tip of his cock, mixing with her already slickened juices, coating them in a sexual mess of devious devilry. Already upon the brink of madness, he could barely hold himself to the pace, still teasing the woman, fondling her breasts with his rough hands and lacing the soft flesh with tender kisses and nips. His cock, throbbed painfully inside her, almost wishing to expand more, pulsating and thickly yearning to go deeper. His hips, slamming now against hers in hard, slow thrusts. He ground into her pleasurable core, spilling his own heat forth.

Groaning in intense pleasure he leaned back and let her take the pace, his heavy seed filled orbs throbbing against him, daring her to tease him any more than this and make her wet with his own orgasm. Wulf let his hands grip her firm rump with a stiff and almost animalistic clawing of her flesh, enough to bring pleasure close to pain. His hot and heavy moans combined with the earthy musk that filled the room, a pleasure to himself.

Anja could feel his cock throbbing inside her as she moved herself up and down on it. Her pace was quickening as she drew closer to sweet bliss. His hands and mouth on her skin were driving her crazy and it felt like her entire body was an erogenous zone. Her sex was lubricated with his precum and her own juices. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with lust and need, beads of sweat rolled down her back and her inner walls clenched down as that tightening feeling in her stomach told her of her own emanate orgasm.

Her moans grew louder and she impaled herself on him, her breasts bouncing along with her. Anja's lips tightened to an unimaginable extent as she arches her back, a loud, lust-filled cry escaping from her lips. Her inner walls started to pulse as she experienced an earth shattering orgasm.