The Threshold - Sex Stories

The Threshold

... in the fact that she can please him beyond anything he's ever known. It is its own trophy, the way this man yields. The way he silently consents to lie here and not act, only react. It will be worth the wait. Her mouth starts to slide forward, engulfing him in wet heat. Before he can make a sound or move his hips to sync with her, Emma pulls back fast, releasing him with a loud pop. It almost hurts Adam to be pulled into a moist velvet paradise to be suddenly cast out. He almost begs Emma to resume what she set in motion, but he's nearly breathless and only a tiny whimper escapes. That tiny little sound he makes and the slits of his eyes narrowing both send new waves of tingles below. Emma rubs herself faster, the friction through her panties quickening her heartbeat. He's waited long enough. She greedily devours him, the hot confines of her mouth stilling Adam. His chest rises and falls faster as he catches his breath, hips just barely rocking. He's fighting with all his resolve to not thrust into her. He lets her set the pace, knowing she will reward his patience. She slows her movements down, mouth tightening around him. She drags out each motion, tongue massaging his sensitive underside. She adds more pressure when sliding up, sucking harder around the head. The taste oozing from his tiny slit is delicious and she wants more, stroking him as she savors it. From the corners of her vision, she can see his fists balled up, gripping the sheets as he fights for control. Easing ...

... back, she releases him for a moment. Their eyes meet, mischief still glinting in hers. His dark eyes are possessed with longing. Her grip tightens and his body answers quickly. Each throb in her grip is a message, begging her. She can't wait anymore and, resolve or not, doesn't think she can fight the eruption that's trying to escape from within. Adam says her name over and over again, a lustful chant floating through the air, as Emma's lips form a tight seal around him once more. She doesn't relent now. No more teasing. Just wet molten heat enclosed around his length, her tongue dancing along him. He can't even say her name anymore, consonants and vowels fall away to return as a torrent of moans. Emma feels the pressure building, his column throbbing like an erratic heartbeat. His body tenses beneath her and finally, it arrives. His creamy warm release fills her mouth, his legs shuddering through each powerful spurt. Emma swallows all that he can give, milking every last drop. She keeps sucking until he's softer, sensitive and utterly spent in her mouth. When she's certain that no more will be coaxed out, she releases Adam and makes her way up his body again. His skin is even warmer now and flushed, his eyes glistening with the afterglow. Her leg hooks around his waist, one of her ways of saying he belongs to only her. She closes her eyes and buries her nose in his neck, inhaling him again. The feel of his pulse always an immense comfort to her. She cradles Adam as he comes ...