Sanctum - Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Sanctum - Chapter 2

... renewed vigour. Simultaneously, I become sharply aware of the sticky, sweet fluids that are now dripping onto my rock-hard bulge, intensifying my need.

With my free hand, I begin to explore the intimate depths of her, sliding my middle and ring fingers into her with an ease that speaks volumes of our familiarity. The warmth of her inner self never ceases to amaze me, hot and inviting, a testament to her desire for me. I start to finger her vigorously, my digits plunging in and out of her slick, wet pussy. The audible sounds of her increasing wetness serve as a symphony to our carnal dance. I can sense the telltale signs of her body tensing in anticipation of climax, her breath hitching in her chest. At this moment, I decide to withdraw my fingers, laying her gently on her back on the plush couch.

As I start to position myself to enter her, she suddenly grabs a firm hold of my hair, pulling me into a fierce and passionate kiss. Her tongue, bold and demanding, takes control of the kiss, not asking for permission but claiming what she believes to be hers. As I start to pull back, seeking a moment of respite, she bites into my lower lip, effectively keeping me in position. Her eyes open to reveal a gaze so intense, it could challenge the storm raging outside, hands still clasping my hair in a firm, unyielding grip.

As she wraps her legs around my waist, she finally lets go of my lip and brings her mouth to my ear. Her voice, a trembling whisper barely audible over the ...

... cacophony of the storm but unmistakable in its intent, sends shivers down my spine … “Sanctuarium Peto”.

I can hardly believe that she is accepting the invitation. The usual excitement that courses through me is there, yes, but it's tempered by something else, something I've never truly experienced in this particular scenario before: a genuine sense of affection for this woman. This journey we're embarking on, it's always been about the experience, the thrill of the unknown, the joy of exploration. I've never before questioned my ability to fulfil my duties. But now, things are different. This time, I genuinely care for the person I'm about to conquer.

It's not just about the journey anymore, but also about her. Yet, she seeks sanctuary, a safe haven in this tumultuous world. And I am duty-bound to facilitate this journey, to provide what she seeks. The emotions are complex, but the mission is clear. And so, with the apparatus selected, the couch in this case, the games begin.

Freeing myself from her tender grasp, I gently leave her reclining on the plush couch. The room is intermittently illuminated by the spectral glow of the lightning storm outside, casting an eerie, pulsating light throughout. I find my way in this surreal light show to a cabinet of drawers, a silent sentinel against the wall to our left.

With a quiet sense of purpose, I pull open the top drawer. The faint scent of aged wood, leather and metal greets me as I peruse the contents. My fingers ...