Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes - Sex Stories

Lust and Love on The Island of Rhodes

... my cock deep and still in the cavern of her pussy and savored her warm wet walls clutching my cock while her strong legs held me in her depths, both of us knowing we wanted to hold the wonder of our passionate joining for as long as we could and not let go of the amazing pleasure we were bringing to each others lives. I grabbed her hands, entwining my fingers with hers and stretched her arms above her head. Neither of us moved as we looked into each others eyes and knew we were not only fucking, but we were giving all we could to let this sudden afternoon of lust take us beyond time and space. Though we had been on the verge of orgasms, we were slowing down, holding each other, giving each other another kind of pleasure. I gripped her hands above her head, my hard cock deep in her wet, tight pussy, as I pinned her to the bed. We looked into each other’s eyes, then kissed, first tenderly, then with more intensity, our tongues swirling as we kissed passionately, wildly, our hands squeezing each others hands, her breasts crushed against my chest, the power of my cock forcing her to surrender, and I loved the warmth of her wet tight pussy embracing my hard throbbing cock. Annika let go of my hands and grabbed my ass, digging her nails into my flesh, and held me deep in her tight pussy and we slowly started moving-- my hips swiveling and gyrating, my cock filling her, rubbing her soft g-spot and grazing her clit with the slow screwing motion. Looking deep into each other’s eyes, ...

... seeing the pleasure on each other’s faces as we held our gasping mouths inches apart. Our bodies moved as one, as if slow dancing to music only we could hear. I moved my fingers through her thick, dark hair, then felt her lift her ass off of the bed, her body telling me she needed more, wanted more, needed my cock to take her higher where she could feel the release that had been building all afternoon. Feeling her need fed my desire to give her what she needed, to take her, possess and conquer her. She was no longer a whore here to entertain a sailor and fuck him for money. She was a beautiful, passionate, lonely, hungry woman who needed to feel wanted, who was drunk not with wine but with yearning for a man who could give her what she had been craving, and I wanted to be that man. I grabbed her thick dark hair, wrapping it in my fingers and pulled hard, telling her to give herself to me with complete abandon, that I wanted her more than words could say; that I wanted to possess her, own her, conquer her and fuck her brains out. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Take me!” Her screaming words brought fire to my mind and body. Our bodies moved faster, my cock slowly sliding from her tight, clenching pussy, a whimper coming from her mouth grew, louder, pleading for me to take her and give her what she craved, needed, wanted. We moved with passionate urgency to where we had been going all afternoon, when I reared my hips and drove my swelling cock deep into her with a hard, sharp thrust, it ...