Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... was akin to a muted conversation on my skin, igniting trails of passion that seared with an intensity hitherto unknown.

"Rotate," Arthur instructed, his voice gravelly with raw longing.

Without hesitation, I acquiesced, turning onto my stomach, and elevated myself onto my hands and knees. The chill air grazed my inflamed skin, providing brief respite from the deep-seated ache within me.

"You're quite the vision," Duncan mused, admiration tinting his words. "Almost as if you're pleading for a little discipline."

"Please," I whimpered, unable to stem the plea escaping my lips.

"With such politeness..." Arthur retorted, his hand materialized on my backside with a resonating snap that reverberated throughout the room.

The sensation bloomed like an exotic blossom in my flesh, quickly followed by a surge of pleasure so profound it bordered on insufferable. My face dived into the pillow, muffling the sounds of ecstasy as they persisted in their torments.

As my body shuddered under their assault, Arthur's tongue darted out to taste my skin, lapping at the sting left by his palm. He muttered words of encouragement into my ear, his rugged beard tickling the freckled expanse.

With Duncan behind me, our dance continued; his fingers tracing along my spine and tugging at my hips with just enough force. The slapping of flesh against flesh echoed off the walls, punctuated by my moans and gasps for mercy. Every touch was a clap of thunder, every groan a rumble of ...

... pleasure that reverberated through the room. The scent of their arousal filled the air, mingling with the sweet musk of desire. They moved together now, each thrust forcing a gasp from my lips as I felt them plunge deeper than before. My body quivers with anticipation, aching for more. As they continued their loving assault, I lost myself in the sensations that surrounded me: Arthur's teeth grazing my shoulder blades, Duncan's hot breath in my ear.

In this moment, there were no thoughts of regrets or past loves - only their possession and the sweet ache between my thighs growing unbearable. The rhythm they had set was hypnotic, drawing me into a trance-like state where pleasure-infused pain replaced every other emotion. With each throbbing climax that shook me to my core, it felt like something inside me stirred awake from its slumber. A longing for more than just physical connection; an insatiable need to be seen and heard and desired. Like an addictive drug, each moment left me craving the next hit of ecstasy as Arthur withdrew only to push back in harder, firmer trusts.

Dawn

First rays of dawn seeped through the drapes, bathing the room in a gentle incandescence. Engulfed in linen bearing traces of carnal aftermath and unfulfilled desire, I was left alone to contemplate last night's debauchery. Arthur and Duncan were nowhere to be found now.

"Julie, you're an enchantress," purred Arthur, his hand falling on my bare skin felt like a brand, leaving searing imprints ...