Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final Chapter - Sex Stories

Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final Chapter

... thrown back amongst the pillows, I closed my eyes reveling in her touch. I abandoned all control when she caressed the soft curves of my breasts. Shivers ran through me. Her lips replaced her fingertips. I whimpered as her tongue circled, flitting against my nipples. She lapped them greedily, arousing the nubs to hardened peaks. She was relentless. Pursing her lips, she blew hot air on my saliva-soaked skin. Mewling sounds escaped my throat. She began to nibble, suck and tease. "Cass, you taste so good," Serena murmured in the midst of her pleasuring. She squirmed further down, her tongue swirling in a downward spiral. "I want to taste all of you. I need..." Somehow, my thong disappeared before she finished the sentence. "Serena..." was all I could say. I was without words. Slender fingers trailed along my calves as she knelt between my thighs. I inhaled a deep breath of air, invigorated by her touch. Roses filled my senses. The scent I loved mixed with the spicy aroma of burning candles. She touched me again, guiding her fingertips toward the soft curls on my mound. Her caresses soon made me forget the scent of roses. All I could think of was what she was doing to me. "God, girl..." A torrent of words gushed from my lips as she pleasured me. "I need—I want—don't stop—please—" I begged, pleading for more. Deft fingers circled the tiny nub of flesh, driving me into a state of frenzy. I wiggled and squirmed, moving my hips in quick momentum. My breath came fast as I pushed ...

... against her, the pressure intensifying the sensation. Her fingertips flew, her touch branding me with fiery heat. "Cassie, you want more?" Serena asked teasingly. Her fingers slowed, almost stopping. "I'll give you more. I was at the mercy of this dancing angel, my nakedness absorbed in the glowing candlelight. I watched her expression, enthralled by the desire I saw there. Her face was flushed, and her lips turned upward as she lay between my thighs. Accommodating her, I opened them wider, no longer inhibited. Soft, sensitive lips brushed the delicate folds of my womanhood. I trembled when her mouth made contact. Her touch was electrifying, sending vibrations through my body's core. My hips rose as her warm tongue circled against my clit, up and down, back and forth, trailing over my flesh. Passion consumed me. I held her closer, my fingers entwined in locks of auburn hair. Every nerve was alive, my body writhing beneath her. She taunted and teased again and again, sucking, nipping, pulling. I wriggled, slipping my hand down to the soft region of my sex. I felt her tongue gliding over hot, swollen skin, lapping in circular motions. We battled for possession. I rubbed frantically, enjoying the combined pleasure of my fingers and her tongue. I was in eternal bliss. "Oh, God," I cried out. "Don't stop, girl..." I was helpless against her magic. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think as she flicked her tongue up and over, sideways and around. My chest heaved as I gulped greedily for ...