Sanctum - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Sanctum - Chapter 1

... squeeze. Paying the other ball similar attention, she can feel me getting restless. Releasing the balls, she shifts to take me as deep as she can, sucking while her tongue places pressure on the back of my head. My moans and groans tell her that I'm building toward release. Adding a hand, she increases intensity and speed. "I'm gonna cum."

She gives a low hum in acknowledgment, adding another sensation. My back arches and my cock pulsates, she feels the first shot of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Closing her eyes, she slows down and swallows load after load. With the softest of licks, she cleans up the last bits while looking up into my eyes that turned to dark pools.

Being careful of my sensitive head, she moves upwards to straddle my chest again. "Kiss me. PLEASE," I say. She takes my face into her hands and leans forward as if coming in for a kiss and I playfully flick out my tongue and lick her lips. Laughing, she catches my lower lip between her teeth and lightly drags her teeth off. Looking into her eyes, I know I am home."

She laughs, rolling off my chest and into my arms. As she nestles her head against my chest, I relish the closeness. With closed eyes, I feel her finger tracing down my torso, a slow, deliberate path around my belly button, then her hand flat against my skin, trailing back up. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I intertwine my fingers with hers, bringing our hands to my lips, planting gentle kisses along the inside of her wrist. When she ...

... lifts her head and opens her eyes, I'm momentarily taken aback by the intensity in her gaze, sending a chill down my spine.

"The fire needs more wood," I say, though in truth, I find myself needing more of her. She giggles, my raised eyebrows prompting her to shake her head as she gets up. Watching her walk toward the window, I add more logs to the fire. Leaning against the cool glass, she exhales, a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

Turning back, I see her watching as I casually toss my phone aside. With a smile, I motion for her to come closer. She approaches, the soft carpet under her feet, and as she stands before me, her hands find their way to my hips, tracing a slow path upwards. I gently hold her face in my hands, leaning in to kiss her. Her lips part, and the sensation of her tongue against mine ignites a growing desire. She slides her hands around the back of my neck, pulling me closer as I let my arms drop, gripping her waist and effortlessly lifting her, her weight feeling insignificant.

I carry her toward the wingback chair, our kiss unbroken. Slowly lowering into the seat, I feel the heat of her pussy pressing against me. Opening my eyes, I meet her gaze, losing myself in the depth of her stare as I begin to enter her, the anticipation of our connection building between us.

We descend into the comforting embrace of the wingback chair, my consciousness drifting in an ocean of nothingness, my mind lost in the vast expanse of her penetrating ...