After Beginners night - Sex Stories

After Beginners night

... decorated, and felt like the heat was spread throughout her body, and Damian’s hands and mouth crawling all over, only increasing her arousal. With one last kiss on her nipples, he went behind her and rearranged the ropes to get her hanging horizontally, her head held by a small net of ropes. This new position left her all spread and opened for him, at a convenient height for his hands and mouth. “Are you okay, pet?” he asked, standing next to her head. “Yes, sir!” her voice was almost a moan. “Good! I plan to explore your delicious body thoroughly. If you feel uncomfortable I want you to tell me so.” He said kissing her forehead. “Yes, sir, I will!” He went between her legs, and his fingers started running all over, drawing smooth lines across and around her thighs, going higher with each move, getting closer and closer to the burning junction. And then his lips trailed the same path as his fingers, making her lips clench in craving need. She could feel her wetness seeping through her lips, as her aroma filled the air around them. With every move he made, the intensity of her moans grew a little higher. And then his fingers were parting her lips, and his mouth was feasting in her pussy and clit, tasting her, licking her, taking small bites, poking her entrance and even entering her deep, fucking her with his fingers and tongue, driving her insane, and on the verge of an orgasm. Her moans had become now small cries, as her body trembled with the force of the sensations he ...

... woke in her with his touch. “Oh, I’m so close!” she cried out, almost there. “Yes, pet, I want to you to come for me! Let go, and come for me now, Emily!” his order unleashed the torrent and she came so hard, so spectacularly that she lost conscious of her surroundings, engulfed in waves of pleasure. He then lowered her a little, just to the height of his hips, and after covering his manhood with a condom, he plunged inside her, with one single blow, going as deep as possible and immediately starting the ancient dance of love. His hands were clasped around the back of her thighs as he smashed his balls against her hips, each blow going deeper inside her. His grunts mixing with her soft cries as he led her once more to the depths of pleasure. He slumped against her, as he caught his breath, his hands caressing her body. “You, my dear, have just drained me!” he murmured. She giggled, incredulous, and immediately felt the sting of a slap in her hip. “You don’t believe me? Oh, a pert one, are you?” he said, laughing. “Let’s get you out of these ropes, shall we?” Carefully he lowered her to the floor and patiently he untied her, caressing, kissing and loving all the ligature marks left on her skin, as if they were proof of his masterpiece. When he was done, he took her to a couch and sat with her, as they talked about the whole experience. “Did you remember the existence of the window?” he asked at one point, his hands going through her hair. “What?” she snapped and looked across the ...