Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II - Sex Stories

Michele's Dark Desire Pt. II

... least suspected everything, culminating in our inviting him along to 'dinner'. And isn't it what we wanted in the end? Michele's eyes pleaded with mine, I assumed to interfere, to stop him in his tracks, but I was spellbound, frozen in place. Derek took this as permission to proceed as he kissed Michele's shoulder. I could see her lips quiver as a soft sigh escaped. Then I could see her tremble at his touch as he slowly ascended her graceful neck with his wide, full lips, instinctively offering him access. He nuzzled behind her ear and whispered, a shadow of a smile crossing her lips as she closed her eyes, breathing deeply, her reluctance evaporating in his grip. Again she was watching his mighty hands on her curves as her own hands surrendered, melting lovingly onto his, caressing them as they caressed her. He began to stroke her up and down, her hands never leaving his. She looked up at me and held my gaze. He was back at her ear whispering again, then she turned her head to the side and up. He lifted his hand to caress her neck before gently covering her face with kisses, ending at her lips. For several minutes their mouths toyed with each other, brushing and probing, sucking and nibbling on each other's lips and tongues in turn. Then his tongue established dominance and I could tell it was in her throat. His hand was on the back of her head as she moaned and whimpered, struggling for air through her nose. He took her wrists, pulling them tightly behind her, marching her ...

... over to the foot of the bed. Her eyes never left mine on the journey over. They looked immensely excited, though confused. Still I said nothing, locked in passivity, hard as a rock. Derek calmly lifted her neck loop over her head and began to shimmy the tight, shear dress down her sides. She hesitated for a brief moment, and then moved her body rhythmically to assist, arching her back and lifting her chest as her bare breasts worked free. They looked so beautiful: firm, smooth and upright above the green fabric gathered beneath them. He took their fullness in his black hands and held them, gently caressing them, lifting and pulling them apart. He moved to her pink nipples, taking them between his fingers and working them roughly. Michele gasped, clenching her bottom tight and placing her hands on his dark, ripped forearms. Her areolas were swollen, their tips rock-hard, her breath ragged. Then his hands were back pushing the dress down her sides, caressing the soft skin of her rib cage, inching the clingy fabric over her golden hips until it fell in a small pile to the floor. Michele stepped out of the pile, wearing only her thong panties and cork high heels. Within seconds Derek had his silk shirt unbuttoned as he kicked off his loafers. Then the rustle of his belt could be heard, followed by the buzz of his fly and the swoosh of fabric falling over his legs. He was undressed in less than thirty seconds, standing behind her tall, straight, and dark. He was about as long as ...