Dark Nites - Sex Stories

Dark Nites

... lift her until they were both kneeling in bed. Swiftly, his lips left hers and roamed over her skin, seeking her most sensitive spots. Daphne moaned, arching her head back as the most delicious sensations flowed erotically through her. When she couldn't take any more, she broke away and started on him. Her lips found his shoulder and teased that ultra-sensitive hollow of his until he was groaning at each little probe of her tongue. She trailed lower to his nipples, half hidden in the hair on his chest. Already stiff, she didn't have to do much to have him shuddering beside her as her hands and lips showed him that she too, knew his body well. Jason was exhilarated, strength flowing back into him at every intimate stroke of her hands. She had never seemed so beautiful as she did now, cheeks flushed, skin glowing in the lamplight and eyes.... eyes drowning him with sheer sensuality. She was Venus to him. He let his hands drift over her, settling at her waist to hold her to him. Then he bodily lifted her, sliding her down slowly his body, directly onto his throbbing shaft. Daphne cried out at contact, her hands braced on his shoulders to keep her balance, then threw her head back, gasping as he filled her. "Oh God, Jason", she groaned. "I can't take this slowly. Not now." Thankfully, they fell back in bed. There would be other times to take it slow. Now, neither of them had the stamina to tiltilate, to drive the other slowly crazy with desire. This time was for speed and ...

... pure lust. Jason withdrew and plunged into her again, her tightness enveloping him with such sweet ecstasy. Daphne arched into him, reaching wantonly for him. "Harder, deeper", she gasped into his ear, finally sending him over the edge. He felt the power surge within him, felt his bl**d go hot and wild. His taut body was demanding satisfaction and nothing would be able to stop the wildness in him now. When he next came to her, she cried out in sheer pleasure, lifting her legs to allow him greater penetration. She bit into his shoulder, goading him on as he thrust powerfully into her, her body absorbing the shock of collision. Deeper and harder he thrust until she could no longer hold back her cries of fulfilment. It had never been so primitive before, just a man and a woman slaking an unendurable lust. Jason had lost what grip he had left on his sanity. She had driven him wild as surely as he had her earlier. He plunged into her, each stroke more powerful than the last. He needed the heat, the essence of her. And then ... he fell her muscles contract. Daphne cried out his name as she peaked, her body shuddering with the f***e of it. She arched up, head thrown back as her body seemed to explode with the pressure. She had just come down when she was swept up again to a fresh climax. Jason could hold back no longer. The contractions within her had been his undoing. All he could do was to bury his face in her shoulder and go with the madness. When it was all over, they still lay ...