A Night To Remember - Part 2 - Sex Stories

A Night To Remember - Part 2

... with an unquenchable hunger. I spin her around, drawing her closer to the bed, and our connection deepens with every shared breath. As we come together, our lips meet in a passionate embrace.

The world outside fades into insignificance as we surrender to the intoxicating dance of tongues and the mingling of desire. Our hands roam, exploring each other's bodies, tracing the contours that have tantalized our imagination for far too long.

Her hands found my back, fingers clawing into my muscles as if to mark me hers. I should probably know better than to indulge in this – but god, that small moan she gave when I slid my fingers around the back of her head and drew her even closer…

She was so soft under my touch, so innocent and yet so shamelessly inviting. Her lips were so lusciously sweet. The pressure of her body was so infinitely tempting against the bulge of my erection. I wanted nothing more than to devour her, to make her tremble with pleasure under my body.

Reaching the bed, I lift her up and place her softly on it. Using the drapes, I tie her wrists to the top posts, ensuring they don’t hurt her but restrict her movement, and make my way to the foot end. The soft glow of moonlight shows the fine curves on her small but supple body. Her femininity is highlighted by the warm glow from the fireplace.

Slowly I climb onto the bed and start placing soft kisses on her legs. As I work my way up toward her secrets, I become acutely aware of her sweet, ...

... intoxicating aroma filling my every being. I take care not to touch her lips but simply place soft kisses around them while breathing in her invitation. Even in the dimness of the room, I can clearly see her glistening with anticipation. Slowly I dive into her cunt, gently licking her from bottom to top, savoring the delicious taste of her.

An arched back. A silent gasp. Bound hands battling their restraints…

Her hips start buckling as I incessantly lap up her juices, now almost flowing freely. I turn my attention to her swollen clit, gently protruding from under its hood. As I flick my tongue over the engorged knob, she starts moaning. A soft, almost pleading song of moans and whimpers fills the air.

Then, without warning, she wraps her legs around my neck, not much unlike a wrestler trying to submit his opponent, pulling my face into her wetness. Her hips start to buck wildly, and I know that she is on the brink of release. Her grip on my head is forceful, and I am shocked at the sheer power in her thighs. As I look up, expecting a face contorted in ecstasy, I am instead greeted by the stare of a wild animal. A caged beast that has nowhere to run and has instead given over to its most primal instinct, to fight.

As our eyes lock, I become acutely aware of the fact that I am no longer the apex predator, the hunter has become the hunted. With our eyes not breaking the gaze, she intently grinds her clit on my tongue, faster and faster until her body starts trembling with the ...