Reluctant Rescue - Sex Stories

Reluctant Rescue

... and he caught those smoky violet glints in her eyes. He knew what that meant and he pulled her lips to his. He reached out to cup one full little breast in his hand and traced the slick little nipple until it sprang to attention. He pulled her into his lap facing him and kissed and nibbled his way down to the other nipple. She threw her head back and moaned. Her hair was done up in a messy knot and he wanted to take it down. She objected to getting it wet so he picked her up by her waist and sat her on the edge of the tub before she would pull out the pins holding it up. It cascaded down behind her as she leaned back on her hands, thrusting her breasts out and making them appear large on her tiny frame. He kissed his way down her body and she groaned as he parted the lips of her sex with his tongue. He found the little button of her clitoris and teased it out of its hood. He ran his tongue around it and it engorged. He took it between his fingers and caressed the sides as his tongue flicked across the head. She exploded into a writhing orgasm and he kept her there for long moments. While she spasmed, he moved away, probing her folds and when she began to relax he attacked it again. She instantly let out a small shriek and convulsed again. He repeated this twice more until she tried to push him away. “Stop, Laban; you’re killing me. Oh God, stop; I’m too sensitive.” He ignored her and increased his pressure and pace. Her body jerked and writhed, trying to escape the delicious ...

... torment. “Please, Laban; I can’t… I can’t… please. Don’t, stop, don’t stop: O my God, Laban!” Her thighs clamped against his head and she bucked until he couldn’t keep his hold on her slippery body. She scrambled backward away from him. “Jesus Christ, Laban. You nearly made my heart stop. What was that? I told you to stop!” “Yes, but did you really want me to?” he laughed. “Well, yes; I did at the time. I didn’t want you to later. You’re a horrible man! You were torturing me!” She laughed and stood up on shaky legs. “If I get back in, will you just pet me and let me calm down?” “I swear,” he said. She climbed back in and discovered instantly that he had lied. He pulled her onto his lap as she squealed and struggled. Her struggles quickly ceased when she felt his excitement against her and she locked her lips to his as she positioned him and sank down over him. “You’re such a liar,” she whispered against his ear. “I love you. I’m going to torture you now.” If this was torture, Laban was happy to be tortured to death. His angel moved over him, setting his heart on fire as he loved him in the way that only she could. He stood up and carried her to bed. Much later, she was resting with his deflating maleness inside her. “I need to go home tomorrow,” she told him. “I’ve got a major paper to write and I need to do well on it. Will you help me? I either need you to help me or you need to stay here and not bother me for a few days.” “I’d love to help you, but I can’t,” he told her. ...