Dark Nites - Sex Stories

Dark Nites

... The added stimulation was too much to bear. Jon went rigid, an agonized grimace on his face as his shaft throbbed violently within her, his long-delayed orgasm double its usual intensity. One last deep grind of Kat's hips and she cried out, the squeezing of her muscles changing to violent, uncontrolled spasms that joined his own. She collapsed on top of his exhausted body. He still couldn't see a thing but the dead weight on top of him told him that she had climaxed with him. A slow smile spread over his face, widening into a cocky grin. This being-tied-up stuff wasn't too bad... "God, Kat. You're wonderful..." He felt her smile against his chest. "But wait till I get my hands on you..", he finished deliciously. A soft laugh reached his ears. "That could be a while, lover. What makes you think that this is over?" DarkNites: One Night. What the hell was she doing in front of his apartment? She was leaving just to get away from him, so why the hell was she here.. Dammit! She knew perfectly well why. She hesitated for a moment, then pulled herself together and rang the doorbell. She wanted and she had waited long enough. She squared her shoulders and waited. The door opened. "Lia!" It sounded to her as if the very way he said her name was steeped in promises. He stepped aside and allowed her to pass through. She turned to face him and their eyes locked. They both knew why she was here. Mesmerized, she gazed at him, intrigued by the clouding of his eyes. He reached for her hand, ...

... lifted it to his lips and kissed her fingers seductively all the while looking over at her through those sensational violet eyes. She didn't say anything, she didn't have to say anything. She stepped forward confidently into his arms to meet his kiss, the romance of the moment changing in a flash into while-hot passion. How long had they they waited for this? Forever. Now she thirsted for his kisses, her hand slipping into his hair, stroking the silken strands she loved so much. Hot sparks of pleasure shot through her body, straight to her inner core, forming a sharp pain there which she instinctively knew only he could stop. No strings attached. That was the deal. It seemed so cold-bl**ded but she desired him with an urgency that couldn't be ignored. His hand slipped up from his waist to the underside of her breast. She gasped as it came alive at his touch, little shivers of pleasure running through her. She was spiraling down a whirlpool and in a few moment, she knew that she would not be able to deny him anything. He suddenly stopped kissing her and gazed into her face, his hand coming up to stroke her cheek. "Do you want me?", he asked softly, knowing full well the answer but needing to hear it anyway. Lia's lips bruised by his kisses whispered wretchedly "Yes." He drew a sharp breath and then framed her face with his hands and murmured so softly that she could barely hear him. "I want you more than any woman I've ever known. I want to touch you like a lover and not like ...