Hot Passion - Sex Stories

Hot Passion

It was nearing the bewitching hour of the night as I lay naked in a seedy hotel room, stretching sensuously like a cat in heat, whispering words and desires to the naked man standing at the foot of the bed. I had one purpose in mind; to quench the fire burning through my body. My legs were spread while my fingers sensuously rubbed my pussy. Moans escaped my lips as my hips rolled from side to side. The sensations started like a delicious, sensual aura drifting over my body, then turning into an unforgiving bushfire spreading from limb to limb making me crave for this man to touch me. With only the moonlight coming through the window, he was like a shadow in the dark room, standing there watching me, caressing me with his eyes. Turning into a slut, his slut, daring to fulfill his needs. I wanted my body to be his playground. His powerful presence was charged with sensuality that controlled me, getting me ready for his coming. I was close to being where he needed me—in that trance-like state created from pure lust. My hands stretched over my head while my torso gently lifted off the bed, longing for him to come and taste me and feel my heat. I was his offering. My fingertips moved down my body, running over my soft, firm breasts. This night was going to be a long one. I moaned at the thought. “Come to me,” I said to him, almost begging. As I spoke, my hands submissively snaked back above my head and my legs spread wide. Tossing my head from side to side, not being able to ...

... stand the anticipation a minute longer, I cried out to him, “Please…come and take me!” With one rapid movement, he descended upon my body. Fingers raked down my flesh, starting from my shoulders, moving over my breasts and down the soft flesh of my belly. His weight was heavy on my thighs, straddling me, pinning my lower body to the bed. My back arched as my very being seemed to draw energy from his presence. I felt his eyes sear through me, like I was physically feeling his stare as it sensually tantalized every inch of me. I felt the pleasure of his warm, thick tongue running down the front of my throat while he held my wrists firmly over my head. Feeling a moment of insanity, my mind tried to make sense of what my body was feeling. My brains attention shot back to my flesh as his tongue slid down between my breasts, circling them, latching onto and tugging at my nipples. This bitter-sweet pain caused my upper body to heave into the air as he sucked and bit at them. A guttural, growling sound came from his throat in between long, deep breaths—a sensual resonance to my ears confirming he was pleased with me. Moving his mouth back up to mine, he licked my lips in a slow, fluid fashion—tasting me, smelling the milky scent of my breath. I inhaled his hot breath that had now replaced the fresh breeze that had once filled the room. My mouth opened wanting him to dominate it with its tongue. I gnawed at his lips as he devoured mine—redefining the act of kissing to me forever. ...