Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... were barely restrained by the bra she had on under her thin summer dress. His left hand was on her left hip, as she was cradled in his arm and on his lap. His right hand drifted up her thighs and across her abdomen feeling her squirm and quiver at his touch.

This was lust… this was love… there was no alcohol involved here, this was love… their love for one another, as it had always been… and hopefully they both thought, as it will always be. They broke there smoldering kiss for a moment to draw back a bit and look into one another’s eyes as they gasped for breath.

Caroline felt Duke’s right hand slide up her chest to cup first one then the other of her breasts through the rain dampened dress she wore. She shivered, not from the coolness of the damp material drying in the woody aromatic air of the workshop, but from anticipation. She longed for his gentle touch. Duke could play her body the same way he worked his tools while creating furniture, artistically, with deft subtlety and finesse.

Caroline’s hands had not been idle by this point either. Her left hand had drifted down from Duke’s neck, across his collar bone to the buttons on the front of his shirt. She deftly unbuttoned them one at a time until she had reached his navel. Her fingers then teased the loose heavy linen material open enough to slide her hand inside and ran against his hairy chest. His breath quickened, at her touch, just as hers had to his grasping.

With an unspoken agreement, Caroline ...

... stood up off of Duke’s lap and he grabbed the bottom hem of her summer dress and lifted the damp material up over her hips, higher up over her breasts and finally over her head and extended arms. The dress settled to the floor as it was dropped from fingers that longed to return to her ivory skin that was now textured with goosebumps.

Caroline reached for the remaining two or three buttons and freed Duke of his own shirt. His arms encircled her, drawing her once more into his lap, only this time her legs straddled his own. As she settled on his lap in her thoroughly damp cotton panties, and not from the rain, she felt a familiar bulge growing underneath of her.

Duke had one massive hand on the back of Caroline’s head as if cradling a baby. The other was lower on her back nearly wrapping all the way around her, his big hand warm against her skin as he gently stroked her up and down.

Pulling apart from another long passionate kiss, their tongues dueling for supremacy, darting to and fro… Caroline quickly reached both arms behind herself to unfasten her bra and slipped it off of her arms to join the dress on the floor. A smokey hunger appeared in Dukes eyes as he glanced down at the now bare fleshy orbs that had been presented to him.

Before he could reach for them in any way, however, Caroline mashed them to his bare hairy chest and resumed kissing. Her hips had begun to grind and rock of their own accord, the growing bulge in Dukes heavy denim work pants had grown to ...