Caught in the Act - Sex Stories

Caught in the Act

... fingers into the waistband of her thong. Lincoln’s eyes followed her every movement, and as she lowered her panties he pushed his shorts and boxers down his thighs. She stepped from her underwear just as he revealed his cock, inch by delectable inch. Her pulse raced. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. It was already hard and now she’d just found somewhere else on his body that she wanted to lick. He kicked his shorts free as Anna sat back down on the table. She perched on the edge, torn between the need to climb over him and straddle his lap or keep her distance for a better view. “Ladies first,” he said. A muscle twitched in his jaw. His eyes burned with need. She’d never seen this side of him before. She lifted her feet, resting them on tiptoes while she slowly, slowly parted her knees. One hand reached behind her, her palm flattening against the table top for support. The other dipped between her thighs to tease her damp folds. Moisture coated her fingertips. She sighed, wanting to tip her head back but unwilling to lose sight of him for a second. Lincoln groaned and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking the thick, hard length as he watched her. His eyes slid over every part of her, from her face to her breasts, dropping between her legs like a physical caress. The veins in the back of his hand stood out. The way his fingers gripped his erection made her own move faster over her slick pussy. She wanted his hands on her, all over her. She wanted to feel the damp ...

... heat of his mouth as it travelled across her skin, the rigid length of him as it sank inside her. “I was thinking about you,” she said, struggling to put the words together. “When you walked in on me, I mean.” Her fingers slid over her clit, massaging the swollen bud while her gaze meshed with his. She hit a sensitive spot and closed her eyes briefly, swallowing a moan. “I’m always thinking about you.” “Anna.” She opened her eyes at the sound of her name. He let out a heavy breath that bordered on a groan, working his cock with increasing speed. The head glistened with moisture. She imagined lapping at it with the tip of her tongue. “C’mere. I want you.” His words gave her a head rush. She drew her legs together and warmth pulsed between her thighs as she rose from her position on the table. She took the two steps that lay between them, leaning over him to bring her mouth into close contact with his. He reached up with one hand and filled his palm with her flesh, massaging her breast, teasing her nipple while his lips brushed hers. Anna sighed and climbed over him, hovering with her legs spread either side of his thighs. She clasped her hand around his, encouraging him to keep stroking his cock. He groaned and pressed his mouth to hers, taking control, guiding the kiss. He took it deeper, drawing it out with slow sweeps of his tongue, soft nibbles of his lips. He thumbed her nipple. A whimper sounded in her throat and her hand skated over her belly to delve back between her ...