Passengers - Sex Stories

Passengers

... strokes like our bodies are composed of musical notes, songs you can hear and conduct up close or from a distance when you feel my presence. The pushing into your depths. The grip stroking my needful flesh. Your lips taking me with their hungry kiss, your curious tongue wrestling mine. They're all moments we write the very private composition. Like all songs, the notes build and shift with one another, tempos naturally cresting. Ready to tell another story. Every moment now, we are blissfully ignorant of the weather surrounding us. My legs tremble a bit when your thumb glides over my tip, squeezing a drop of pre-cum out. Moving back and forth to spread the warm stickiness around. One hand rests against the seat, right above my shoulder, the other still wrapped around me. The moonlight glimmers along your eyes, your knowing grin, as your leg swoops up and you straddle me. You gently guide me inside you, slowly enveloping me between and beyond your delicate lips. Inside a fiery, wet velvet tunnel, our shivering moans from this careful breaching joining as one note. You lean a little forward, hard nipples grazing mine, lips against my earlobe as you whisper one simple word encompassing so many complex things. Mine. I am and you know it. Know that I will always break away from anything going on to meet up with you and lose myself. You may be quietly reluctant at first. Questioning what we did after. But, once we have started to disrobe and explore, something animalistic is ...

... summoned. Something that has you seizing control. Owning me, taking over both my body and heart. Beginning to bloom open, changing shape inside to take me in, the first few movements are slow as you adjust, accommodate what you have speared yourself with. I feel your fingertips lave behind my neck as you begin to move faster, bringing head closer, greedy mouth to your nipples. My tongue flicks and circles around each sensitive bud, moaning against them as your hips switch between bucking and swiveling, devouring me with slick fire, so wet I can already feel your juices trickling out and coating below in little hot droplets, each new one making my skin there tingle. I push my hips up to match your rhythms, and drive myself deeper into you, my hands wanting to reach for your back. But I can't. I know the moment I touch there, it would be too tempting to run my nails roughly on you and you can't go go home with marks made along that vast expanse of smooth skin. We must mark each other in different ways. The teasing clench from you around me when my hands grip and your ass cheeks. My mouth releasing your nipple so I can crane my head and lick from your neck to your earlobe, whispering for you to ride me harder, to never stop. The primal moan bordering on a grunt as you pick up speed, never relenting. Our breath exhaling a fog like ghosts colliding with and merging into one another. Quickening pulses slamming through the tender veins in our throats. Your climax, sudden and quivering, as ...