AndNich123
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 22, 2014
His breath was so warm. The sound of his moan impacted her intensely. It sent a rush throughout her body. She shuddered hard against him drawing a loud gasp. He had a handful of her ass, and she began to melt more into him. Her own groans came as easy as breathing. His shoulders were soft, and her hands tenderly slipped his shirt from them as she continued to touch him, exploring his body, feeling him, and making him her own.
She could feel his length pressing hard into her body. The thoughts, the desires, to have it exposed and uniting with her own body were growing, pushing her actions. He lifted her with ease, and she found herself atop him. She could feel him even more so now, and she could not stop her own body from reacting. His hands under her dress, just over the lace that barely covered her ass, urged her on. She thrust her hips to him forcefully. His steely length between her legs pressed to her sex. Her lips parted as she looked down at him.
“Amazing,” she breathed. “It feels amazing. Don’t stop.” She laced her fingers through his hair forcing his head back slightly. In a fit of lust, her mouth claimed his. Parting his lips, her tongue found his, and she lost herself further. She wanted him to undress her. She wanted him to touch her, to take her body, to make her his, and she had doubt he would. She had given him all the control without hesitation and without regret. Her grip on his hair tightened, but only for a second before she released him holding him by his face. As the kiss broke, her lips still to his, her breathing ragged, she whispered, “I want you.” A declaration that need not be spoken. The two moved in a rhythm with one another. Though they were still clothed, it was only a matter of time before the clothing was removed, and their bodies would move as one. She grabbed his shoulder kneading, massaging the flesh. There was strength to his body, an arousing power to him. Her eyes locked with his, and if he had doubt whatsoever that this was what she wanted; it should have been erased in her stare.
She could feel his length pressing hard into her body. The thoughts, the desires, to have it exposed and uniting with her own body were growing, pushing her actions. He lifted her with ease, and she found herself atop him. She could feel him even more so now, and she could not stop her own body from reacting. His hands under her dress, just over the lace that barely covered her ass, urged her on. She thrust her hips to him forcefully. His steely length between her legs pressed to her sex. Her lips parted as she looked down at him.
“Amazing,” she breathed. “It feels amazing. Don’t stop.” She laced her fingers through his hair forcing his head back slightly. In a fit of lust, her mouth claimed his. Parting his lips, her tongue found his, and she lost herself further. She wanted him to undress her. She wanted him to touch her, to take her body, to make her his, and she had doubt he would. She had given him all the control without hesitation and without regret. Her grip on his hair tightened, but only for a second before she released him holding him by his face. As the kiss broke, her lips still to his, her breathing ragged, she whispered, “I want you.” A declaration that need not be spoken. The two moved in a rhythm with one another. Though they were still clothed, it was only a matter of time before the clothing was removed, and their bodies would move as one. She grabbed his shoulder kneading, massaging the flesh. There was strength to his body, an arousing power to him. Her eyes locked with his, and if he had doubt whatsoever that this was what she wanted; it should have been erased in her stare.