Serious Moonlight - Sex Stories

Serious Moonlight

... the sensations she aroused. His head lolled back on his neck, his legs trembled, his breath quickened, a low moan escaped from his throat.

She swallowed him deep into her mouth so that he could feel the back of her throat, and he focused, no longer lost in his gathering orgasm, and it was as if reality itself shifted, the world gone from black to glorious splashes of fireworks, from silence into the deafening thunder of his blood, from gentle sleep into a furious wakefulness so sharply defined it was as if he had been sleeping for decades, sleepwalking through his entire life.

Perhaps he had.

His head snapped back to attention; he rejoined the grip on the belt and then doubled it around his fist (a move he had only made twice now, but already he was learning its full erotic power) to shorten the length of the leather. He pulled harshly on the belt and impaled her mouth onto his now quivering cock.

“I need you to take it deep,” he said in an almost inaudible growl. “I need you to choke on my cock. Gag on it.” He cut off his words with a silent snarl.

He stabbed her mouth with it, pistoning it in and out with fury until her face was webbed with ropes of spittle. As he fucked her mouth, he reached down to the shoulder strap of the tee shirt she wore to pull her closer. He heard a small tearing sound where the fabric ripped, and as the sound of torn clothes reached his ears it was as if his mind tore open as well. He needed more; needed to slash and tear and ...

... destroy. He pulled hard and was rewarded with a loud ripping sound as the shoulder strap tore in two.

He pulled his cock from her mouth, slapped her in the face with it, hard, twice, three times. For a long, still moment, they looked into each other’s eyes as an understanding passed between them. He was not himself; she was not herself, yet they were both exactly who they were when together: they were themselves, transformed by love and lust and serious moonlight.

He grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the ground, then fell upon her. He took the loose strap of her tee shirt into his fist and pulled at it so it ripped across her torso, revealing her breasts. The sound of it, the feel of it, the sight of it inflamed him more. He bit into the flesh of her tits. When his teeth found her nipple, he chewed at it, pulling at the flesh before biting down hard, chewing it more, and then biting down harder, hard enough to draw blood. She screamed and came as he bit her, her entire body convulsing in a long electric shock of a spasm.

She corkscrewed up to him to bite at his ear and held on, pulling it by the lobe. It infuriated him. He slapped her head away, kicked her legs apart, and entered her savagely as she screamed out again, parting her legs farther to allow him more deeply inside her. He let go of the belt entirely, one hand now around her neck (and he flashed back to throwing her against the wall with his fingers splayed against her neck, how the impulse had been ...