Lost In The Moment - Sex Stories

Lost In The Moment

... slick caresses to her slit. She draws her nails slowly over his skin, and tugs on his nipples.

“You go on…do that for me too!” he groans and sighs, snatching kisses as they submit, finally, to the pleasure the sight and touch of the other brings. Luc looks down as she kneels in the cubicle and trails caresses and kisses over his legs before she finds the object of her intentions and trails sucking kisses over his penis, gently kneads his balls, and sucks on them too.

“I wondered if we would ever do this,” she smiled on looking up at him with lust-filled eyes and before she resumed bobbing her head up and down on him, the soft slurping sounds of her actions just to be heard above the soft shower of water that cascades over them.

Luc restrained her as he felt his sac tighten with the cramps of impending release if he allowed her to continue bobbing her head up and down on him, to swirl her flickering tongue over his length as she mouthed him hungrily. “Don’t make me lose it in here!”

“Okay, I’ll wait!”

She stopped mouthing him but continued in her caresses to his hips, his thighs, then up over his belly before she caressed his hard length with her breasts and met his look as Luc gazed down at her and what she was pursuing with him. She could not stop in her kissing and sucking on him, her fingers kneading his sac or pressing against his perineum, those touches coaxing him to buck his hips to meet her claims on him.

His erection, so hard and trembling, ...

... enthralls her and she keeps on working him, trails caresses and tightening grips on his length without bringing him to the point of losing it over her. She no longer feels the water; the shower’s been turned off. Luc stands quite still, under her spell, as she kneads his sac, rolls it in her fingers or between her eager lips, her touches and kisses to the domed tip of his trembling penis arousing deep and prolonged groans of pleasure, heightened further when her thumbs trace caresses over the hooded tip and in time with the flicker of her tongue.

She can’t keep away from the main prize, that of tasting him. She takes a firm hold of his prick and pulls it down so that she can mouth him. How hard and wonderful he feels and she knows her pulls on him will stretch it, bring a different pleasure. His hands are in her hair as she closes her lips around the hard girth, then the domed tip and she bobs her head and sucks, kneads his sac, and her tongue and lips trail wanton claims over it. He thrusts his hips to meet her demands, their breaths echoing in the small room as she pleasures him.

“Betty!” he calls out and she feels him tremble, to go weak at the knees from her expert mouthing of him.

She wants him in her and his hold on her arms pulls her up and she embraces him, hard nipples to hard nipples and hands clamping on him. Before he can pursue his claims on her, she turns and leans forward against the tiled wall and spreads her legs. She feels him close and reaches back to pull ...