Seeking a Modeling Career in the U.S. - Sex Stories

Seeking a Modeling Career in the U.S.

... cheek. " Thank you," I murmured in her ear. " That was wonderful." She is still to stunned to reply, only managing to nod her head slightly. I hold her in my arms, still on the floor, still growing soft inside her, until she returns to her senses. The shower and wine helped to warm her up, so she is able to sleep in her nighttime attire - a t-shirt and panties. She pulls an extra blanket out of the closet and climbed under it, along with the comforter that is already on the bed. It isn't long before she is fast asleep. She woke up in the middle of the night. She shivers, her nipples hardening into little daggers. Leaning against the doorway, I watch Ezia; standing by the bed, bending over to retrieve a tossed and forgotten pillow from the floor. The light revealing her petite figure clad only in my shirt which is twice her size. Legs long and lean, I smile remembering their feel against my lips and hands. Watching her now, I bask in her sensuality, her taste still fresh upon my lips and chin. I walk up behind her. Ezia gasps, in surprise as I press my body against her. There is no mistaking my need to have her and she slowly moves against me in response. It is apparent the feeling is mutual. I take pleasure in sliding my hands under the hem of the shirt, moaning as her hands reach up and clasps behind my head, drawing it closer to her neck. Her back arches as my lips linger, my beard rough against her soft skin. Sliding my hand between her legs, I run a finger along the ...

... slit of her pussy, her desire making the lips wet, slick. I feel her clit harden under my touch and slowly mash it back and forth making her moan. I caress her firm abdomen with my free hand, fingers splayed, my thumb tracing tiny circles along the skin. Cupping her breast, I pinch her nipple hearing her whimper. Her hands come around to cup my ass, pushing me into her. " You like the way that feels?" I whisper into her neck. " Yes." Ezia moans, grinding against me. " I want you to fuck my ass again," her voice husky with passion, lust. My breath catches in my throat....my caresses pause for a moment as the vision of her naked body races through my mind. In that moment, she moves away from me. I watch as she crawls onto the bed ... as the shirt hitches up past her hips revealing her beautiful ass to my view ... as she turns onto her back...watching as she slowly unbuttons the shirt .... as the material parts. Unable to wait, I bend down kissing along her inner thighs, her fingers going through my hair holding me steadfast. As she lifts her pelvis to me, I kiss her gently, smelling her aroma, enjoying her moans, her whimpers of pleasure. The musk of our desire filling the room as the sweat from our bodies shows our passion. I relish in the sensation of running my hands over her, her supple thighs, along her stomach...resting my palm on her pelvis. Sitting on my heels, the light shines from the lamp, alighting upon her beauty on her back before me, her hands cupping and squeezing ...