Sanctum - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Sanctum - Chapter 2

... down at her, I'm held captive by a sense of astonishment. How is it possible that she is able to fully accommodate my entire length within her soft, inviting throat? Every single detail of this intimate moment is heightened, every sensation amplified tenfold. My attention is seized by the sight of her eyes, previously closed, fluttering open and meeting my gaze. Her eyes, those mirrors to her soul, lock onto mine, creating an unbroken connection that adds another layer of intensity to our shared experience.

I marvel at her ability to sense my needs, to intuitively understand the silent cues that signal my desires. Noticing my increasing urgency, she begins to withdraw in a slow, teasing manner. Her movements are deliberate, designed to tease and entice. But the slow pace is more than I can bear, and I involuntarily thrust myself deeper into her throat once again.

Her eyes open wider, a look of surprise etched into them as I assert my control, maintaining her position in this delicate dance. My hand, firm and unyielding, is positioned behind her head, my fingers entwined in her hair, anchoring her to the place I need her to be in this electrifying moment.

Yielding to my lead, she starts massaging my balls. Her fingers are skilled, each touch sending delicious shivers of anticipation spiralling up my spine. Her tongue isn't idle, either. Instead, it is actively engaged, tracing a tantalizing path along the underside of my shaft. Each flick, each swirl, sends waves ...

... of pleasure coursing through me, each wave more powerful than the last. The situation teeters on the edge of being overwhelming, but her presence, her understanding, and her ability to act in sync with my desires, transforms it into something sublime.

Sensing my own release approaching, I pull my cock from her mouth. A gasp for air escapes her as a stream of fluid still connects my cock to her. Pulling her onto me, my fingers still entangled in her hair, I pull her into a deep kiss. Not the same sensual kiss of before, but one more demanding of appeasement. My tongue engages hers in a hungry battle, demanding to savour her taste. As I am bathed in her scent, exploring the depths of her mouth, I become acutely aware of the sticky fluids lubricating my rock-hard bulge.

Feeling the intensity of my own impending climax, I slowly withdraw my cock from the warm, inviting depths of her mouth. A sharp gasp for air escapes her lips as a thin stream of fluid defiantly connects my cock to her. I guide her upwards onto me, my fingers still expertly entwined in her silky hair, pulling her into a deep, fervent kiss. This kiss is not the same tender, sensual one shared before but one which demands appeasement, driven by a primal need. My tongue eagerly engages with hers in a lustful dance, seeking to savour every aspect of her intoxicating taste.

As I am completely enveloped in her alluring scent, a symphony of sensory experiences, I begin to explore the depths of her mouth with ...