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

Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final Chapter

... air. I was shaking, climbing toward the brink of ecstasy. Her fingers touched mine, gliding over my clit before slipping inside me. One at a time they entered my softness, bathed in satiny cream. I sank into bliss. She fingered me with gentle thrusts, probing deep inside. I was almost beyond the point of no return. Her fingers plunged again and again before she released them, slipping them into her mouth. "Mmmmm... So good, Cass," Serena whispered, her words almost muffled. Tangy, bittersweet..." Liquid pools of desire burned in her eyes as she licked them one by one. Again she tongued my clit, circling around it, beneath it, over it. I arched, shuddering uncontrollably. "I want—I need—" I couldn't stop the pulsating surges flowing through my body. I ached for release. I was lost amidst the dance. My dancer, a lone woman, took me over the edge. "Mmmmm..." My orgasm peaked. Undulating waves coursed through me in heavenly bliss. I stayed on the brink until the pulsations ebbed, the gentle breaking of a tide, coming no more. I lay still, my heart tapering to a rhythmic beat. Moments passed before I could speak. Before I could think... The words finally came. "Now, it's my turn." "Cass..." I need you, Serena murmured, her voice filled with arousal. She rolled beside me, pulling me over in one gentle sweep. I smiled with renewed energy. A new dance would begin. I would be her dancer—a lone woman who knew what she finally wanted. A woman. "Serena," I breathed, aware of her warm ...

... body beneath me. She felt cushiony soft, the sensation exquisite. "I want to pleasure you," I whispered shamelessly. "Right here, right now." I kissed her then, my lips searing into hers. Probing, I invaded her mouth with insatiable desire. I wanted to possess her, fulfill her every need. She responded. Her moans filled the room with an urgency I couldn't ignore. I left the warmth of her mouth. I nibbled, sucked, pulled the delicate skin of her lip before descending down further. My tongue ran rampant circling the dips and hollows of her throat—tasting the saltiness of her skin, mixed with the sweetness of perfume. "Oh, Cassie..." Serena's voice wavered. She leaned back, her hair spilling behind her in a silky mass. Her arousal was intense. I paused, feeling the rise and fall of her breasts against me—twin mounds of heated flesh, hot and heavy with wanting. Her nipples were prominent. Pale pink buds rose and fell as her breathing quickened. I needed to taste them, feel them against my tongue. I moved further down, nuzzling in the cleft of her bosom. Moans became cries of ecstasy. Her voice carried into the night as my tongue swirled against her skin. I circled the tiny nubs, suckling them one at a time. They were rubbery soft, the texture like my own. I was exhilarated as she arched her back, writhing with pleasure. She was breathless as I pulled, nipped and teased. "Cass—more—I want more—" Her tone was desperate, the words repeated again and again. Her pleas were not ignored. ...