Full Caribbean Moon - Sex Stories

Full Caribbean Moon

... the open patio door, saw Luna nearing the horizon and corrected him. "I prefer to thank the lucky moon." She continued to play with his now recovered rod, less stiff than earlier, but still adequate for the purpose. He shifted her so his mouth could tease her nipple. His hand went to her honey pot, teased the clit, perforated the tunnel. Again they moved, he was on top of her, his penis resting at her entrance. "There's another condom in my purse." He held himself up, off her, while she stretched to grab it. Quickly it was rolled over the ready rod, he sunk down again, onto her, and slowly, inside her. There were no hurried moves this time, only the slow, sure strokes of pleasure. Terri wondered at this stranger she was letting violate -- no, succor -- her, and wished for their harmonious gratification. From long experience at this endeavor, she realized she was unlikely to come, but she still relished the sensations, the warmth above her, the smell of his body, the quickness of his breath, the manner of his passionate kisses, the gentle stroking of his lubricated penis inside her moist sheath. He shifted slightly within her, above her, searching for supreme penetration, maximum satisfaction, and she assisted, splaying her limbs, pulling on his buttocks, pinching a nipple, sucking on a proffered tongue or finger. Once or twice she felt he was approaching completion, and she encouraged him, but he would stop, allowing the moment to pass, then commence his exertion anew. She ...

... realized he was waiting for her, wanting her to join him in orgasm, and she knew that this position would not allow her that. "Let's go on the bed," she suggested, and they unlinked, moved to the mattress. She knelt on the edge, presented her rear to her lover, he stood behind her. Just a small adjustment in height was necessary, and he entered her again, sluggish plunging that moved in different directions, even circles, that enticed her, excited her. She bent down, her shoulders to the mattress, and allowed the stimulation behind her to bring her to climax. The sensation was neither stupendous nor lingering, but there it was, just the same, and she was glad for it. She moaned, a little more loudly than necessary for his sake, then tightened her vaginal muscles to bring about his bursting. Quickly, she was gratified to sense the change in his movements, the twitching within her, and she pressed back, waiting for all of his seed to erupt from his opening. Only when he teetered back, away from her, withdrawing, did she twist and allow him to collapse on the bed, half on top of her. The couple, now calmed, felt satisfied just to hold each other. They may have dozed. Terri felt Jonathan shift, move from the bed. From the bathroom, she heard him call, "would you like anything from the mini-bar?" "I don't think so." Then she reconsidered. "Maybe some juice?" "One orange juice, coming right up." She felt him, more than saw him in the dim light, move to the small refrigerator. As he ...