Taken - Sex Stories

Taken

... her juices. A second-hand taste was never enough. Buttons scattered as he ripped her blouse down the middle and pulled the sleeves down to her elbows, trapping her arms. He flicked open the front hook of her bra and filled his hands with her soft, warm breasts. Mad to taste her now, he lowered his head and sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth. She cried out in ecstasy, fists clenching at the erotic torture. Kneeling, he traced kisses over her belly, down and down, pulling her skirt with him, until he finally plunged his tongue into her saturated slit. He used both hands to hold her open, whilst his tongue fucked her pussy, his nose bumping her clit. He feasted on her until her incoherent moans became louder, at which point he pushed two fingers back inside her and lapped at her clit. This one was a slow burner, but he was nothing if not a patient man. He kept his fingers pumping at a steady pace whilst his tongue tormented her clit, sucking it into his mouth. He could feel her hips start to move, trying to increase the pressure on her clit as she sought to come again. Her shoulders were braced against the wall as she opened her legs further, trying futilely to hump his fingers. Her feverish moans echoed around the room, wordless, mindless, as sensation took ...

... over. He stopped just before she reached the point of no return. His breath was coming fast as he looked up at her, dazed and wanton against the door. This was what he had been waiting for, how he wanted her, and he unbuckled his trousers and shirt as he slowly got back to his feet. Nuzzling her neck, he inhaled the scent of her before stripping her blouse and bra off, lifting her up and impaling himself inside her. She threw her head back in a wordless snarl of ecstasy as he filled her, her legs clamping around his waist. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh and flesh smacking against the door now warred for dominance with animalistic grunts in the quiet space. The air grew warm and thick with passion as they rutted against the door, mindless to everything but the approaching storm. She broke before he did, crying out as she clenched around him. He surrendered when he felt her come, holding her still as he emptied himself into her. Spent, her legs slid down his body until they both stood leaning against the door. His forehead rested on hers as they fought for breath. When her eyes finally opened, she found him watching. “Don’t question me again,” he warned quietly. “It was worth it,” she laughed weakly, thrilling as his eyes fired. She looked forward to the next time.