A Steaming Pool Of Valentine's Day Lust - Sex Stories

A Steaming Pool Of Valentine's Day Lust

... intrigue, lust - all mingling in a potent cocktail that seemed to surge directly to his groin. I felt him harden against my thigh, and my body responded in kind, liquid heat pooling between my legs.

In moments, he was on top of me, all raw power and need. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide as he entered me with one swift thrust. The room filled with the sounds of our union; the slap of skin, the ragged breaths, the whispered encouragements.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, each word punctuated by the relentless rhythm of his hips.

"Harder," I gasped out, nails raking down his back, urging him deeper into the intoxicating abyss we'd created.

He obliged, and pleasure coiled tighter within me. I clung to him, lost in the sensation, the taboo fantasy spurring us on to greater heights.

Maybe next year, If this is how my husband reacts, maybe I really will fuck another guy. My husband's pace quickened, every line of his body taut with impending release, Perhaps even next month.

But that was for another time. Right now, this moment was ours - raw and unfettered - and as we crested together, I couldn't help but wonder at the twisted path that had led us here, to this incendiary point of no return.