CABALLERO DEL NORTE - Sex Stories

CABALLERO DEL NORTE

... nipples. His body was a figure of maleness that made her heart thud, which she was completely unfamiliar with, and she meant to take all of it in. He remained impassive, leaving her the initiative, another feeling new for her. Her smirk widened into a lascivious grin and she pushed him back another step from the wall.

On impulse, she leaned in to kiss his chest, her lips full and moist. His skin shivered, small goose-bumps appearing. This encouraged her and she delivered plentiful kissed all over his chest and belly, exploring the rugged terrain of him with her mouth. Finally, curious, her hand gripped the bulging hardness of him through his breeches. He hissed in response. This time she couldn't resist a throaty chuckle as it bubbled up from within her. Her hand on him claiming him for her own as he continued to watch her actions, her deft fingers began unlacing the breeches as her mouth played across his taut abdomen.

She was no blushing maiden, and they both knew it, but never had she felt like this. Her wet pink tongue dallied at his navel just as her hand took hold of his bare, rigid manhood. She pulled it free, burning hot and starting to throb from desire. She marveled over it for a moment, its color, its shape, its texture, the mass of it as she held it. Her breath played over it as she leaned in, her deep rich brown eyes flashing a look up at him. The look alone pulled a groan of want from the back of his throat. She smiled to herself and took his hardness ...

... in her mouth. He tensed as she rolled her tongue over the head, savoring the provocative taste of him. She reveled in not just the sensual pleasure of it, but also the knowledge of how strong an effect she had on him, how much control over him she was exercising even here, on her knees with him in her mouth.

Removing the head from her mouth, the fiery-eyed Moorish princess began licking the underside of his tumescence. She sought to learn it, to map it, to find its every curve and ridge. To her shock he seemed to swell even bigger, stiffer. At her pause, he gripped her shoulders and pulled her up to stand before him again.

He lifted her up again, the power of his form belied by his lean, compact frame. Instinctively her legs circled his waist, and he greatly thrilled thrilled at the novelty of the position and showered a wealth of kisses on her breasts. She shivered at not just those kisses, however, but also the contact of his engorged manhood with the thick curls of her womanhood. He shifted her and gripped tightly on her waist, and his crest was now kissed by the lower lips which were hot and swollen. Her dewy moisture soon coated it.

He eased her down as she relaxed her thighs on his side, and with a mutual groan synchronized by pleasure he broached her sheath. She took utmost pleasure in the feeling of herself stretching to accommodate him. He lifted her as she worked her hips and she took more of him as she came down. Whimpering at the deliciousness of the ...