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

Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final Chapter

... My hands slipped across her tummy as I eased down her body's length. I caressed her sensual curves, tracing a delicate route to her navel. Her belly-ring sparkled, its tiny stone captured by candlelight. I touched it lightly, admiring the jewel that lay against her. It was radiant, setting off her skin beautifully. Serena wriggled, her body alive with desire. She gasped. My fingers circled lower, caressing her bottom. The flesh was firm, supple beneath my touch. I explored, following the dips and curves trailing toward her shapely thighs. I knelt between them, nudging gently until they parted. For a moment I stared, taking in the sight of her glistening flesh. Her essence enveloped me, tantalizing my senses. I wanted to taste her sweet nectar, savor it on my lips. "Cassie, don't stop..." Her words were deep, penetrating. I let myself go—lost in the sound of her voice as I caressed her womanhood. Her mound was almost bare, her skin, velvety smooth. My heart pounded. Fluttery swirls filled my stomach. I was lightheaded from the sheer exhilaration of touching her. Liquid silk bathed my fingertips. I slipped them between her satin folds, exploring the soft crevices within. Her flesh was slick, wet from her arousal. I rubbed the tiny node hidden beneath dark pink skin. It was hard, swollen, bursting for release. She cried out in pleasure as I circled it, moving my fingers in fluid motion. "Serena, you like this, don't you?" I asked naughtily. I stroked faster, enticing her into ...

... a response. "Yes! It feels so good..." The candles illuminated her in the throes of passion. I watched, absorbed in her sensual display. Loud moans intensified as I fondled and kneaded her delicate skin. Her head thrashed against the pillows, her hair a mass of tangles. She arched against my hand, her hips lifting off the burgundy spread. Her eyes were closed, my name, an urgent plea on her lips. "Cassie... Cassie..." There was no holding back after hearing her voice. I nuzzled closer, my mouth descending on hot, pulsating flesh. She cried out again as I breathed her in, her scent inescapable. The smell of her arousal intoxicated me, surrounding me a haze of drunken lust. Smothered in the sweet essence of her perfume, I drank in her creamy nectar. "Girl... Oh, God..." The sound of her pleasure escalated. Her hands dropped between her thighs as I suckled, tasting her for the first time. She held me tight against her in a moving vise of undulating passion. I was vaguely aware of pain. Her fingers twisted, ensnarling my hair in a desperate grip. Entrapped, I taunted her more. My tongue probed, flicking her clit in circular motions. Around, up, down, back and forth over and over again. Swirling, dipping, teasing, we became one being—a motion of flesh, moaning with uninhibited pleasure. Tremors began. She shuddered beneath me as I tongued her clit faster. She arched higher. I moved with her, taking her to unimaginable heights. Her moans deepened as my fingers slid into her moist ...