A Quiet Affair Revisited - Sex Stories

A Quiet Affair Revisited

... wait for regret, we have no time for it at this moment as you move over me now. I thrust onward, upward, my motions hungry, unhindered, and sure. You straddle upon me, your feather-soft thighs clamped against my hips, our hands clasped together, rolling your sensuous belly as we ride together and outrun our misgivings together, fleet as the wind. With every stroke we hide from contrition. With every gasp and languid sigh we tease regret, daring it to find us and defying it as it approaches. And it will find us. I’m sorry, it will. But if we’re going to pay for it, we are determined to earn our punishment. We fear what we’ll feel later, but we surrender to what we experience now. My senses are in overload. I feel the warmth of your trembling flesh against me. I smell the sweetness in your silky black hair. Trilling groans ache from your throat after every deep breath you take. I close my eyes as I listen to them, like a hymn of an angel in ecstasy. It’s intoxicating and addicting. I loom above you once more, churning inside of you. Zealous thrusts of my hips selfishly coax more and more anxious gasps from you. I feel your bent knees sliding upward and tightening against my torso, guiding my motions. Your fingers dive through my hair and scratch down my back. Every one of your intensifying and brazen actions implore me for more and more. I can think of nothing other than answering your call. Consequences have been left far back down the road we started on the moment we ...

... entered the room, seemingly never to come within reach again. My lips fall upon yours, mingling my hungry groans with your quickening moans, before I raise my head back up, locking my hands at sides of your head. My back arches, accentuating every thrust. Open your eyes. What do you see? A man on the cusp of release. I can feel the pinch in my face and a straining ache working its way down from my neck, to my arms and chest, and below my belly. It all comes to a point, a pulsating throb along my surging length. Your eyes narrow as your mouth widens, gasping and sighing for air. Look at me. Keep looking at me. This moment is ours, sear it into our minds. It can never be taken away from us no matter what. With one last stroke, I glide deep within you and stay there. A rush spills from me and clashes with your own, a wet, sticky, delicious mess. We both tremble and shake, uttering aloud sultry groans, remorseless, as if announcing our defiant pleasure and delicious relief to the world. Your head curls back over the pillow and you moan again, swept up in full, dripping release. You twist like a cat beneath me, mouth still agape, eyes blinking and watery. You hold my arms as if to hold onto this moment for as long as possible, forever if you can. I feel the same. Within you. I find contentment and escape. Finally, I settle beside you. We gather each other in our arms in a tight embrace. Our hearts beat in tandem as we share our warmth. In silence we caress one another, savoring this ...