Dark Side Explored - Sex Stories

Dark Side Explored

... her over the edge, but I feel the climb towards a climax myself. She is squeezing every inch of me as I pull out, and then resisting against my entry when I push forward. It elicited the most pleasurable feeling. With every thrust came a moan, the lewd sounds of our bodies colliding filling the kitchen, along with the noises that left her mouth and the occasional grunt, growl or groan that came from me. It joined to create a sexual symphony, everything that came from me proving to throw her closer to the edge of her orgasm. We are building higher, and higher, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. I'm spearing her again and again, her body jolted upwards with every rough thrust I made. " That's it, Paula. Cum for me." An intimate demand. My hand snaking between her legs, finding the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She cries out, her back lifting from the kitchen counter as I found her clit, walls closing around me further in response. I moved my thumb over the sensitive nub quickly, watching her face with darkened hues, as she nears her climax. " Cum for me!" I demanded again. One more rubbing of her clit, and she shatters into a million pieces around me. The blonde screams, writhes, grasping at my arms as she came. Her walls convulsing around me, coaxing me towards an orgasm I didn't want to let go of yet. But I can't deny the irresistible sight of her, reduced into a moaning, wanton minx by my primal lust. I roar, and release myself into her tight depths. The ...

... bucking of my hips became irregular, my grip on her hips tightening like a vise as I gritted my teeth and came in her, hot jets of my seed. Paula barely finds herself in the orgasmic bliss, panting, moaning, bucking, waves of bliss crashing over her and taking her. My name is a constant cry from her, paired with her name that I'm groaning as I spill myself in her. She gasps, opening her eyes once I'm stilled within her, planting my hands on either side of her head to steady myself. Sweat covering both of our bodies, glistening slightly under the dim lighting of the kitchen despite the fact that it is still day. For a long moment, we both collected ourselves, simply looking into each others eyes as if to say a single thought: I love you. Her lips tugged into a small smile, hands reaching upwards for my face, an index finger proceeding to trace my defined jaw. Although what they had just done is nothing near romance, Paula knew I was not in love with her, and in the end, it proved right. She sees my appreciation shining in my eyes, the smile that I returned and heard the soft sigh of content as she touched me. Slender arms snaked around my neck to tug me downwards, placing a soft, lingering kiss on my lips before she released me and straightened herself. Our combined fluids slowly leaked out of her, and she flushed at the sight of it, her juices leaving a faint trail along the smooth skin of her inner thighs. I walked toward the bathroom, but turned toward the kitchen. Paula stood ...