~ A Summer House Party ~ (NSFW)

[greybishop]

The biker kept his eyes on the girl’s face the whole time his fingers were gliding over her sex; it seemed he was quite comfortable exploring her body solely via Braille. But somehow his fingertips kept grazing the one right spot that made her hips twitch every time; maybe the arm wrapped around her back was letting him read her. He didn’t dwell on that spot, but did keep coming back to it as she bit her lip, sucked in air and spoke in a shaky voice that was just a little too loud compared to the soft sounds surrounding them.

Lukas’ expression was focused but neutral as he watched Paige. (@AndNich123) But then a look of concern, worry even crept onto his face as he listened to her gasp out her words. His fingers never stopped moving but he did purse his lips as he replied to her. “You don’t have to beg babe, I’m not gonna stop.” His expression brightened a bit and he grinned a little before he went on. “Though asking politely, and using the magic word never hurts.”

The biker paused for a second as if he was thinking, then kept talking. “I told you there was something special about you. I still don’t know what it is, but you haven’t disappointed me yet.” Another pause. “Maybe you never will.”

He looked at her very, very seriously and then spoke to her quite clearly. “It’s okay Paige, I’ve got you. It’s okay for you to cum for me. And just for me.” His eyes bored into hers for a moment and then he planted a tender, loving kiss on the full lips that the poor girl had almost chewed through. His fingertips strayed back to that spot, giving it a little extra attention as his other hand gently squeezed her hip. “I have all night to hear you sing babe. For me, and only for me …”

 

[AndNich123]

The magic word. There was no magic word. (@greybishop )He was magic. His actions were magic. Still, she knew exactly what he was referring to. Her mind formulated the word. She knew it would take all her focus to be able to utter the word when the moment came, and come it would, just as certain as she too would. Her lips erupted in a smile at his words. She had no intentions of disappointing him. Tonight wasn't a separate night or their second encounter. It was a continuation of that first night. That's how things are when they're right when they're perfect. They just seem to meld, blending in seamlessly, into one brilliant moment. That was her time with him. One brilliant moment that seemed to grow hotter, more intense with each passing second.

Lucas had to have known what he was doing to her. He was an artist, and she was his canvas, being filled with the vivid colors he painted on her as he drew out each emotion, each quiver of delight, from her body. His words were heated as she felt his breath on her skin. A woman teetering on the edge, ready to tumble down an abyss of pleasure the likes of which she had only felt once before, lost what footing she had at his words. She could feel her orgasm begin to crest before washing over her body from head to toe. The warmth spread through her, and she felt the explosion of moisture between her legs. He had been the only man that ever been able to make her do that. It had amazed her that night, and tonight was no exception. She could feel her muscles tightening, and she became aware that her legs had failed her. It had to have been the strength from this man that held her up. The power in his arm around her became crystal clear. Her head rested back against the tree, her hair tangling slightly in the bark. She was aware of her awkward position, and yet she didn't care. The orgasm continued to wash over her, drawing sounds that were far louder than she would intend for them to be. She wouldn't have cared who heard. In fact, she would have wanted them to hear. Let them hear what pure satisfaction sounds like. Her toes curled, gathering up small blades of grass. It was at that moment she became aware once more that she was outside. That simple fact had escaped her. Her hands left the tree, reaching for his shoulders to find support, to find warmth, to find something she hadn't even known she was looking for. Whatever the words were to describe it, she knew she found it the moment her hands touched him. Her lips were moving. They had been moving this entire time. One word was being uttered into the darkness in between the moans of delight that rang out into the darkness. "Please. Please. Please." That magic word kept coming from her mouth as her body continued to give in to him and become his."Please. Please."

 

[greybishop]

Lukas smiled as the girl (@AndNich123) tensed up and started howling like a banshee, and he kept teasing her sex lightly to draw out her peak for as long as he dared. But soon enough the biker moved his hand to just cup Paige’s vulva, exerting only the slightest pressure on her mound so she could pull away if she’d become hypersensitive. The moisture on his fingers didn’t seem to bother him in the least and as his other arm supported her he spoke to her softly. “Good girl. Get it all out.” Then he shifted his arms around so that he was embracing her while he supported her bare body on her wobbly legs, and he cradled her head against his chest while he kissed her sweaty, disheveled hair. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?”

After spending quite some time just holding the girl and stroking her hair Lukas went on with a smile in his voice. “Now normally babe it’d be my turn, and you’d end up face down over a fallen tree while I pounded your sloppy, pretty little pussy hard. But you seem kind of tuckered out just now, and I’ve got things to do and places to be, so …” And with that the biker slipped one of his arms under hers and around her back, his other behind her knees and then simply lifted Paige up and began carrying her back to the little pond. It was slow going at first, not so much because the girl was heavy but because he seemed to be watching for tree roots and also had to turn sideways a few times, but they got there just fine; as he put her down on the old bench Paige could see her clothes, shoes and phone piled up neatly beside her.

The biker sat himself down next to the girl, wrapped an arm over her bare shoulders and seemed to listen to the distant music for a bit. Then he finally spoke up. “If you want to get out of here, I can give you a lift when I go. Drop you anywhere you like back in town.” There was a long, long pause. “Or if you want to ride out with me, that’d be cool too …”