Love's Surprise - Sex Stories

Love's Surprise

... “Impossible,” I demand. “I lusted for you the moment I saw you. My heart skipped upon hearing your voice. I fell in love with you during our first and only conversation.”

The reply I receive has my body frozen, my mind racing around, and I cannot comprehend the words just spoken to me. My brain is not registering the vision my eyes just witnessed. I sit naked on the floor waiting for what I do not know, but still wanting the woman I just knew.

Standing completely nude in front of me, this woman of such passion, admits that she also has fallen in love this day. Tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. All I can see at the moment is sadness and fright in her face. Unable to move, I want to kiss those tears away, to remove any fear she has. With no idea or plan on what I should do, I slowly raise a hand for her to hold.

Filling my hand with hers, I pull her down to look into her face. She slowly comes down to meet me on the floor. Straddling my legs, she kneels down, resting on my thighs. Confused as I am, it seems I am more concerned about bringing cheer back into that face. I can feel small trembles going through her body, much like a rabbit would in front of a wolf. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, a small sparkle reappears in her now reddened eyes.

Bringing my hand down, I cannot help myself. I brush across her soft lips with my thumb. She rewards me with a small bite on my thumb and a questioning smile on that wonderous mouth. Unable to resist her or listen to ...

... anything, my head is trying to pound into my heart. I pull her towards me seeking only to kiss her fear of me away.

I am mesmerized by her enlarged clitoris as it gyrates wildly, bouncing in pace as she impalesherself on my cock. The sound of her clit slapping her belly and thighs is like a drumbeat encouraging me. I push upward and inward as she pushes me back to the floor with each impact. Holding onto the beautiful pair of tits in front of me, dark areolas the size of a fifty-cent piece. Her hands over mine. I squeeze her pointed nipples. The animal sounds both of us are making just add to the symphony of our passions.

Sensing my impending explosion, she ceases the pounding and begins a gentle grind. Slowing my release, I can feel her inner muscles flexing around my shaft. The once animated she-cock is now standing still, solid and staring at me eye to eye. Unable to resist, I reach out to touch the instrument that has me so entranced. The heat of her soft skin surprises me as much as how iron firm the aroused clit of this woman has become. Licking my hands for lubrication, I can smell and taste her on my palms.

Holding the beautifully rigid she-cock in my hands, I try to match my movements to her grinding. As she begins to grind with more enthusiasm, the steeled shaft in my hand is ramming forward as though it wants to escape. I have never held anything like this before except for my own. Unable to release her, I must coax this beautiful woman’s penis to give up ...