Cynthia's Two Lives - Sex Stories

Cynthia's Two Lives

... secret places or she grips his penis, arcing out from Julian’s belly, its tip swollen and glistening.

Cynthia trembles as if a man’s possession of her body is an uncommon experience. But she sighs and is overcome with longing for him and the release of the tension she has felt whenever she has thought of him.

“Go on, it’s what I want you to do!” she gasps as one of Julian’s hands drifts down over her almost flat belly and between her legs. She leans back as his fingers caress and probe, slide over her pussy’s parted lips, caress deeply within her, and touch one sensitive place, then another.

“You are a wonder to me,” he kisses, “so slender and bringing so much for me to see, to touch, and to have.”

She squirms under his caresses and loves what Julian’s fingers perform on her and in her body, but she’s becoming impatient and wants more. She tugs on his penis and reaches back awkwardly to do so. She wants Julian to be in her; the longing for the man she finds impossible to control.

She drags him down onto the bed and feels his hands in her hair as her head is drawn down to encourage her mouthing of him. She does it greedily, feels that domed tip slide over the roof of her mouth until it reaches the back of her throat. She works him with her agile hands and mouth and is worried that he’ll lose it, her rhythmic sucking and jerking on him the acts of a woman lost in every moment of arousal and concession.

“I want to take you!” he calls out and she stops, gazes ...

... up at him, and sees his eyes fluttering out of pleasure.

“Then do that.”

She moves to kneel before him, Julian’s hands soon on her hips as, without a moment’s hesitation, he pulls her onto him, and his deepening thrusts open the way to his unrestrained taking of her, their movements in such harmony that it seems as if they have done this before.

“I’ll ease up the next time,” he grunts as she pushes back and rocks her hips forward and back, from side to side, as his penis stretches and fills her, all control forsaken. Her legs shiver, her breasts ache from the fierce grip Julian has on them, her nipples wrapped between the fingers of each hand as he takes her.

“Julian!”

She is dismayed that he withdraws from her and she is pushed forward onto the bed. He collapses beside her but she has no time to take in what he wants from her. She is pulled roughly onto him and meets his fierce and deep, open-mouthed, kisses before she kneels over him and meets the lustful look of his eyes upon her.

“I’ll never get enough of seeing you like this now,” he calls out.

She knows it too.

She settled and soon became impaled on that hard staff of flesh that arced out from his belly, from the mat of hair on Julian’s groin. She felt his penis’s tip glide into her, Julian’s attention to her breasts no distraction from what she wanted to pursue with him, pleasing as it was to feel his hands grip them, his mouth sucking on her achingly hard nipples.

“Oh yes, I want you there!” ...